Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I liked that she wore my marks, not just the lashes from my belt, but the bruises from my bite.
Considering she was a virgin, I had definitely played a bit rough.
Guilt—an emotion I rarely entertained—crept up my spine. I shoved it down, focusing instead on what came next.
Unlatching the handcuffs, I swept her into my arms.
She whimpered as her head fell back against my chest. "Please, no more."
"Shhhh, I'm going to make it all better," I comforted, holding her to my chest as I took her into the bathroom.
The massive two-person marble tub full of hot water and suds seemed to glow in the dim candlelight. The bubbles almost sparkled.
I stopped for a moment and set her on the edge, testing the water temperature to ensure it wouldn't scald her delicate skin. It was hot, just on the verge of scalding. Not hot enough to burn for more than a moment. If anything, it would soothe her muscles.
Picking her back up, I stepped over the edge with her still in my arms. There was plenty of room to put her on the other side of the tub or even next to me. I didn't want her next to me; I wanted her close, skin to skin. My instincts demanded I hold her, or she might just slip away from me.
I settled her on my lap with her back resting against my chest.
She hissed in a breath as I lowered her into the water, but after a moment, her body relaxed against mine.
Alina's head rolled to the side, her eyes closed.
No doubt she was exhausted.
She did good.
She took her punishment well and then took my cock even better.
Good girls got rewarded, so I would let her rest… for now.
I lifted the natural sponge from the side of the tub and took my time washing the day from her body. I started with her shoulders, massaging them in slow, even circles. Then I moved down her chest and swept the sudsy sponge over her breasts.
Her lips parted with a small gasp, but her eyes didn't open.
I took my time letting the bodywash and sponge glide over her wet skin, leaving a trail of bubbles glittering in the low light.
I knew her breasts were sensitive. I wondered if I could make her come just by teasing these delectable mounds? I bet she would love it when I slid my cock between her tits, fucking them before spraying all over her face.
I moved the sponge down to her stomach, washing away the sweat, dirt, and stench of that fucking club from her skin, then moved down between her legs.
She hissed another breath between her teeth and her thighs snapped closed.
I tugged on a lock of her hair.
"Open," I said in her ear, a quiet demand, but a demand all the same.
With another low whimper, she let her thighs fall to the sides, opening for me. I swiped the sponge over her swollen and sore pussy.
I considered rubbing her clit again, this time in slow, soothing circles to guide her to a gentle, relaxing orgasm, but decided not to.
Good girls got rewarded, but she was going to have to prove herself a lot more before I spoiled her.
I'd let her rest for now.
I kept my movements gentle as I washed away my seed from her delicate flesh and let the warmth of the water soothe away some of her ache.
Once she was clean, I set the sponge aside and leaned my head back against the rim of the tub. Alina sighed and relaxed against me, our bodies almost melting together as I let the water soothe her while her small body resting in my arms soothed me.
The moment was unexpectedly peaceful. Dangerous territory for a man like me.
Almost half to myself, I murmured, "What am I going to do with you now, babygirl?"
She twisted on my lap. I opened my eyes to find her own gaze, heavy-lidded and glassy, on me. "I promise I won't tell anyone anything. Please, you can trust me. Just let me go."
I stroked her cheek, leaving a trail of soapy bubbles on her face. "That's not an option. Even if it was, I don't want to."
Her eyes filled with tears. This time, she didn't let them spill. "Then are you going to kill me?"
I smiled. She was so sweet when scared. "Not yet."
She rocked forward, trying to leave the tub, but I wasn't done yet.
I pulled her back against my chest, stroking her hair as I kissed the top of her head.
"No. None of that. If you're a good girl, this will all work out. Trust me."
I knew there wasn't a chance in hell she'd trust me.
She was innocent, not stupid.
Just like I had no intention of trusting her.
I was a monster, not a moron.
The moment I released her, she would scamper straight to the cops.