Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
She’s coming. I can feel it.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
The throbbing continues, and I lap it all up as her wetness pours out of her slit. My tongue spears her, desperate for more of these delicious juices.
Until she squeezes my balls so tightly, I nearly explode.
“Now beg,” she hisses as she slowly lowers herself to sit on my chest, still suffocating me.
The noose is tightening, harder, harder, squeezing the life out of me.
“Kill. Me.”
“No.”
She laughs so cruelly beautiful, it’s almost poetic.
“Beg.”
I did and I would, forever more, but I can barely even speak, let alone react.
I’m tied down and completely at her mercy, just like she wanted.
“Please …” I whimper.
She grabs my shaft instead and rubs me so fast I can barely take it. “You will tell me the truth, or I’ll never finish you.”
“Yes,” I murmur.
She tightens it again, and the hormones surging through my body have me feeling meek and willing to beg for something other than death for the first time in my life.
Fuck.
I want her to finish me, but with an orgasm, not with murder.
What’s happening to me?
My eyes burst open as her fingers wrap around my shaft, meticulously jerking me off until my veins pop and I’m ready to combust.
Then she releases me, and I whimper in response.
“You thought I was finished?” she asks. “I told you to beg for it, but you still don’t understand. I’ll never stop until I have what I want.”
The rope is tightened around my neck, siphoning the very life out of me.
“I’m giving you what you want. Now tell me who wrote those notes.”
“It wasn’t me,” I say with a raspy voice.
“Who was it?”
I huff. “Xavier.”
Her eyes flicker with interest, and she releases my dick from her violent grasp.
I don’t know if she believes me. For all she knows, I could be lying through my teeth.
But at this moment, all I want is for those precious hands to continue their moral destruction. My mind is reeling, obsessed with the mere idea of coming from her suffocation, her wish to kill me.
It’s too much.
“Please,” I beg.
She grabs my cock, thrusting it into her own hand. “If you want to die so badly, then come.”
The asphyxiation reaches a peak, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as the cum shoots from the tip, while the whimpers stuck in my throat refuse to leave my body, just like my soul.
The noose unfurls, and I suck in the breath like an addict, wishing for just another second of whatever fucked-up debauchery this was. She keeps jerking me off until I’m fully spent, then gathers the cum off my belly and brings it to my mouth.
“Now open up those lips, pretty prince,” she muses.
Prince?
A blush spreads on my cheeks as I part my mouth and lick the cum off her fingers when she dips them inside. I truly, utterly love how demeaning it is.
I would do anything for this woman.
Anything she tells me to, as long as she’s the one to end it all.
She pulls the noose off my neck and slaps my cheek. “Thanks for finally telling me the truth, little princy.”
She crawls off me and lifts her panties back into place, then pats down her skirt like nothing ever happened, while I’m still tied to my chair with a royally disgraced shirt covered in my own cum.
“What? That’s it?” I mutter, completely out of it.
She walks back to the window through which I presume she crawled in. “Yup.”
“So you’re not going to kill me?”
She smiles. “I’m a serial killer, Orion, not a psychopath.”
I tighten my muscles so harshly that the ropes around my body snap.
She pauses, and her eyes widen in shock, as if she didn’t expect that I could easily break them. I was just playing along because I loved what she was doing to me.
Now I’m disappointed.
“Why not?” I lament as she quickly crawls out the window before I can get up. “And I thought we were having so much fun.”
“Write me one of your poems.” She winks, and then she’s gone.
CHAPTER 10
Atreus
Ten minutes later
I slam my office door open and peer around.
“I could’ve sworn I heard someone running in here,” my assistant says. “I was just looking for some paperwork I’d left behind when I noticed the cameras.”
I glance at the camera in the hallway, which has a broken lens. It wasn’t broken yesterday.
Narrowing my eyes, I head into my office and leave everything untouched, searching for leftover clues of the person who came into the building. Someone came to snoop. I just have to find out who and what they were looking for.
“That camera was running, right?” I ask.
“Uh-huh, I’m pretty sure.” She nods.
“Get me the footage.”
“Yes, sir.” She nods and walks off, leaving me to do my thing.
I pull a pair of gloves from my pocket and put them on while I search through the stack of papers. I memorized each of them so I’d know if one was missing, but they’re all here.