Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
I hear the door close, and the soft beep… and then the moans of the television. I weakly turn my head and then let anger rise inside of me, groaning with frustration.
He left the fucking TV on.
Chapter 19
Gio
My blood rings with desire for her as I collapse into one of my kitchen chairs. I can’t think or concentrate on anything, and I’m not even sure how I ended up in the kitchen.
I can’t get the image of her cumming out of my mind. Her perfect body, her full lips, her moans fill me with such intense desire. Though I didn’t touch her, it was still the sexiest thing I’d ever been involved with.
The tension between us was incredible. As I stroked my cock and she watched, fucking her own pussy, I knew that she was mine. I can still feel the post-orgasm bliss as I sit here, slowly coming back to myself.
Grace is a dirty fucking girl, and now I’m sure of it. She’s a fucking freak, and I’m going to bring the slut out of her. That was a good start, but there’s so much more work to be done.
I’m going to make her my fuck slave. Once she gets a taste of my thick cock buried deep inside that greedy little pussy, she’ll know she’s mine. There won’t be any other way. Once I make her back arch, her muscles clench, and her nipples hard, she’ll be begging for more and more and more.
And I’ll give it to her. I’ll be good to her. I’ll give her everything.
I finally get my shit together and stand. I glance at the clock and begin to prepare her dinner. I decide to make her something special, so I drink some whisky as I cook.
Duke comes into the room and watches me, head cocked, tail wagging.
“We’re close, boy,” I say to him, tossing him some scraps. He catches them, tail wagging. “She’s driving me insane. That dirty fucking girl. She pretends to be all broken and innocent, but now I know better. Now I know what she’s really like.”
I go back to cooking, shaking my head. Listen to me, talking to my fucking dog. I must be really losing it over this girl. Duke eventually leaves the kitchen, heading back to lounge on his bed while I put the final touches on her meal.
A beautifully seared steak sits on top of buttery, garlicky mashed potatoes. French-style green beans sit to the side; French-style basically just means they were cooked in a shitload of butter. The delicious smell rises up to me, and I know she won’t be able to resist this.
It’s been two hours since I was last in there, and my cock is already stirring at the thought of going into her room. Watching her touch herself--that was just the start.
I’m going to get more, and soon.
The door clicks open, and I step into her room. I glance around at the space, smiling to myself at all of the luxuries I’ve provided her with. My gaze ends up on Grace hiding in her cage, the porn still playing in the background.
“Hello, princess,” I say to her.
“Are you here to punish me?” she asks with a slight smile. She’s breathing heavy and lying on her back in the cage. I can’t tell if she’s mocking me or not. It gets me hard either way.
“Not yet,” I say, and place the tray down on the table. I know she can smell the delicious food.
I stand in front of the entrance to her cage. She stares back at me, not moving. The blanket covers most of her body, leaving her shoulders and her legs exposed. I stare at her skin and remember how she looks with her fingers pressed deep inside of her pussy. I know she’s soaking wet and tight, and I know she’s yearning for it as much as I am.
She’s gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous, and she needs to be fucked. She needs my thick cock to teach her what she really wants.
“You look hungry,” I say to her.
She glances at the empty table with her forehead pinched in confusion, then looks back to me. “No. I’m okay.”
“I’m not talking about food.” I kneel down in front of the entrance to her cage.
She watches me, curious. “What do you think I’m hungry for?” Her voice is breathless, and her eyes clouded in lust.
“I think your body is hungry for my touch,” I say. “You sit inside that cage day in and day out imagining what I’d do to you if you finally came out, don’t you?”
“No,” she says, but she doesn’t look away. Her blanket slides down ever so slightly, revealing the tops of her breasts.
“You’re thinking about it right now. What would happen if you let me touch you?”
“Nothing good,” she whispers.