Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Dutch will tear him into bite-sized pieces.
“You need to leave. Dutch is going to kill you.” I’m finally able to speak. I take a step back, not realizing there is a sofa there, and I fall backwards onto it. Tomas towers over me. I’d forgotten how tall he was. From this position he’s frightening, and I have nowhere to go.
“You think he’s any different from me? He took his chance to get the money. He’s used you too.” He reaches for the buckle of his pants, and on instinct I lift my foot and kick out as hard as I can.
Somehow I manage to nail Tomas right in the balls, and he lets out a high-pitched scream as he doubles over in pain.
“He is nothing like you!” I scream and scramble away.
It’s then I see Dutch running up behind him. He wraps his big hands around the back of his neck and lifts him like a dirty rag. He tosses him across the room, and Tomas hits the mirrors along the wall. They all shatter and fall to the floor with him, the sound echoing through the space. Tomas lies there unmoving, with shards of the broken mirror all around him.
I can’t look away as Dutch makes his way over to Tomas again. This time he picks him up by the hair, and Tomas cries out. Dutch leans in close and says something to him, and I hear Tomas whimper. Dutch releases his hold, and he falls to the floor like a pile of garbage.
As soon as Dutch releases him, it feels like everything in my past I was holding on to is free. I’ve let go at the same time, and suddenly there is nothing standing in the way of Dutch and our future.
“You ready to go, little bit?” Dutch holds his hand out to me, and I take it quickly. He pulls me to him, and his warmth grounds me to the earth.
“Do you like my dress?” I tease, and his lips turn up into a smile.
“Fucking beautiful, baby girl.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. “You sure you’re not hungry?” I play with the button on his shirt.
“Maybe a little.” I lick my lips, and his eyes sharpen.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
He’s right. He’s got me, but I’ve got him too.
Epilogue
DUTCH
Twelve years later…
I sit back in my chair and stretch out my legs as Anna moves between them. She decided long ago she wanted to use the name her biological parents gave her because it was after the woman who loved her the most.
After hearing her fake father call her the name he’d given her, she decided that day it would be the last time she used it. After all, every document that we had named her as Anna when she went to the bank in Germany.
“No, we won’t be in attendance,” I say into the phone as her nimble fingers undo my belt. I brush her hair out of her face, and she looks up at me and pouts. “Hold on.” When I pull the phone away from my ear, I hold her chin. “Do you want to go?”
She quietly nods, and I brush my thumb over her cheek, telling her to keep going. When I put the phone to my ear, she unzips my slacks.
“Never mind, we’ll be there.” The person on the other end keeps speaking as she works my hard cock free. It’s not easy with the size of it, and she has to lift it out with both hands.
It’s hard and heavy between us as she licks her lips and then wraps her mouth around the head of my dick.
“We’ll be late,” I say into the phone before I end the call and toss it on my desk. “You’re being mischievous.”
Gripping her hair with both hands, I pull on it to get her mouth to move up, and then push against it to make her take more of me. She plants her hands on my thighs as I work her up and down my length.
Rocking forward, I groan as she sucks. “That eager mouth will get you punished, baby girl.”
One of her hands leaves my thighs, and I watch as she moves it between her legs. She’s got on a skirt, but her panties are by the door of my office. She took them off when she walked in here while I was on the phone. She hasn’t been spanked in a few days, and if I’m not diligent on it, she seeks it out. Maybe I forgot on purpose, because the reward for both of us is much, much sweeter.
Her little hand works fast between her legs. She’s trying to get off before I stop her, and I smile as I reach down and snag her wrist. She whines around my cock and looks up at me through her lashes. I shake my head, and she rocks her hips, searching for relief.