Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
I can’t take it anymore. I reach for him, and he catches my wrist. His grip is gentle, but it’s obvious he’s strong enough to break my arm. All that coiled power lies in wait. “No touching.”
He doesn’t want me touching him? Is it a control thing? It must be a control thing.
At least he took off the gloves. He’s touching me again like he did in my father’s office, firm strokes meant to calm me. It’s working. Maybe marriage to him wouldn’t be so bad… No, stop that thought. Bad Bella.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs and touches his fingers to my forehead again.
He’s right.
He grips my chin, turning my head this way and that. I let him. I can’t physically fight him, so I might as well want to relax and enjoy my fantasy.
“Good girl.” He rubs my shoulders, rewarding me. Then his hands brush the sides of my breasts, moving down over my belly to the valley between my thighs.
A soft stroke above my clit makes me jolt.
Too much. It’s what I wanted, and it’s too much.
“Kaiser.”
“Hush now.”
I hum deep in my throat. I don’t care if I’ve become compliant. I’ll do anything as long as he keeps touching me.
“You’re going to be so good for me.” He has two fingers on my swollen sex now, and he’s barely stroking me. “Whenever I want, you’ll open your legs…” I open them now. Touch me!
“Just like that. So sweet. But only for me.”
Yes.
He inhales deeply. “Sweet like strawberries. I wonder, will you taste as sweet?” His fingers glide closer to my clit.
I whimper and try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. He’s between them, pinning my knees gently apart. Fuck. Oh fuck, he’s right there.
“Lie still for me. Unless you want me to tie you up.” He pauses for my answer, but I can’t. I don’t know what to do. The thought of him tying me up is too much. His hand covers my belly, holding me still, while the other plays around my clit. His touch is light, but his fingers are calloused. He rubs one petal of my sex between his fingers, then the other. The rough side of his thumb has me rising off the bed.
He presses me back down. “Stay.” This is ridiculous. He doesn’t need to tie me up; he can hold me down with one hand.
I shake my head at him, pleading. The pressure is overwhelming.
“Have you ever had anything inside you? In here?” His fingers nudge at my entrance. I suck in a breath and nod. “And what about your ass? No? That’s okay, little virgin. I’ll make it good for you.” His voice caresses me.
His fingers slide into me, and my hips buck against his hand. The angle is perfect. My clit rubs against the heel of his hand. Two fingers, then three… stretching me. Just enough…
He pulls his fingers out. They’re wet. My cheeks are on fire.
Why did he stop?
“You come when I say so.”
Shut up and fuck me! I half-bare my teeth at him.
“Bella…”
Uh, fine. I nod. He puts his fingers back and works me up again. I try to watch him finger fuck me, but the heat and pressure are too much. My heels dig into the bed as I move against his hand.
“That’s it, take what you need.”
“Are you close?”
I nod, panting.
“You may come.” He seems confident my body will obey his command, and that arrogance is what does it. I slip over, shuddering, and writhe when he slips his fingers back inside me. New sensations light up my body as I squeeze around them.
Fuck, I can feel him inside me, and it feels good.
The aftershocks fade, and I’m melting into the bed. He’s still got his fingers inside me, studying me like he’s memorizing my responses. Which should be worrying, but in this moment, it’s super hot.
Usually, I don’t like too much internal stimulation, but this is nice. In fact, my cunt feels empty, aching. I want more.
“Good girl,” he says, and it triggers another pulse of pleasure in my groin.
“You’re being so good for me,” he murmurs and pushes his fingers deeper inside me. “One day you’re going to take all of me here. You’ll have to stretch to take me, though. It’ll hurt and you’re going to love it.”
I’m panting, working up to orgasm again just from his voice. He’s touching me so intimately; no one’s ever been this close to me. It’s scary and exhilarating.
“You said you’d punish me.” Back in the graveyard. I glance down at the foot of the bed, where he’s placed a skein of rope and a polished wooden box that might hold all sorts of torture implements.
“I don’t need those things to punish you. I don’t need anything to dominate you.” He holds my eyes as he licks my taste from his fingers. And then when he pushes them against my lips, I open my mouth and do the same.