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)
“He won’t kill for you,” Xavier rasps.
“I would die for you,” I say, one-upping him.
“Are you sure you’re willing to offer me your soul?” she responds, pulling out that knife again, and I shiver from the sight.
Delicious.
“Cut me,” I beg.
“Say please.”
She perches herself on top of me, wriggling around until my hard-on touches her entrance.
“Please …” I whimper as she slowly sinks down on top of me.
“Good boy, keep that cock hard for me so I can ride it,” she says, as she lowers herself to the base. “Fuck, so good.”
Xavier grumbles behind us.
She glances over her shoulder at Xavier. “Keep fucking the dildo.”
More grumbles follow, but I can feel him moving, thrusting the dildo right back into me, and it turns me on so much that it’s hard to contain myself while she’s sitting on top of me.
The knife etches into my skin, and I gasp from the mix of pain and pleasure as she begins to cut into me again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as she bounces up and down on my length. “End me.”
“You won’t like how,” she muses, pushing the knife into my skin right next to my nipple.
I squeal as the droplets roll down my chest.
“Something so pretty shouldn’t be squandered,” she says. “I wanna take my time enjoying this.”
“Oh God …” I murmur, as she slices me again and again while fucking me senseless.
A scream finally leaves my mouth, and she slices even deeper.
“Yes, that’s it, scream for me,” she moans, riding me like it turns her on to hurt me.
The more pain she dishes out, the harder it becomes to focus. My balls are bursting, and the way Xavier is riding the double-ended dildo is literally ending me.
“I’m gonna—”
Sunny plants a finger on top of my lips. “No. I don’t give you permission.”
“I can’t—”
“Hold. It,” she hisses.
“Yes, ma’am,” I squeak as she carves me with her knife.
Oh God, I can’t hold it, but I have to. If I don’t, she’ll make me suffer even longer.
I was ready to lay down my life. I didn’t think I had a weakness, yet she’s found one.
Endurance.
How am I going to survive?
Xavier
I roll my hips in an attempt to get closer, closer to the edge, closer to her. But no matter how hard I try, I can never get our bodies together. We’re locked in place, scissored, while she rides him to an orgasm, and I’m left watching.
The woman I desire is fucking another man right in front of me.
And not just that, she’s making me pleasure him too.
Torture. Absolute torture.
Yet I can’t stop.
I can’t. Not if she won’t allow it.
My body writhes with pent-up arousal, my length still bobbing up and down from all the fuckery, still ready to go. Every thrust sends more ecstasy fluttering through my veins. Unwanted moans spill from my mouth while she rides him into submission, the fucker moving along with me even now. Neither of us can resist.
Her domination is enthralling and mind-numbing.
Terrorizing.
Glances generate panic and sweet agony the second I spot that glinting knife, and I wonder if she’s going to cut me like she’s cutting him.
The fear alone makes me whimper.
“Please …” I beg.
My cock throbs with need, still on that edge, unable to finish.
My hands reach for her body, desperate to get closer, desperate for that danger, no matter how bad a choice it is.
“Do not touch me,” she growls. “You haven’t earned the right.”
My fingers immediately retract, and I groan in frustration. “Please …”
“I told you men you needed to learn a lesson,” she says. “You messed with the wrong bitch.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I mutter.
She throws me a maddening glance, dangling the bloodied knife over her shoulder. “Show me how sorry. Keep fucking the giant.”
I gulp. “Yes, ma’am.”
Even her smile could kill. “Good boy.”
My entire body zings from her approval, and I bounce against the dildo even faster, harder, deeper.
I need it. I need her to be happy. I need her.
My greed is immeasurable while she gyrates, and I imagine it’s me she’s riding. I fuck the dildo so hard I begin to moan out loud, and the cum jets out on top of my belly.
My head tilts back to the floor, but her giggle makes me look up.
“No one told you you were allowed to stop,” she says, squeezing my shaft.
I yelp as it stays hard for her. It always does for her, even when she’s not touching me, but especially when she touches me … fuck.
“Go on, fuck that thing until you come again,” she muses.
“Please …” I beg.
“Please, what?” she says.
“Please, fuck me, please. I want you. I’m begging you.”
I’m pathetic.
I don’t care.
I’m pathetic for her because she terrifies me.
Fear turns me on.
But when she turns her back on me … that’s what I fear the most.
I’ve been pulled into her world, and for better or worse, I don’t want it to stop.