Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I smile sleepily, the room spinning.
The last thing I feel before blacking out is his thumb brushing over my lips, pushing inside.
“Suck.” He whispers.
And I do because this isn’t just a fantasy anymore. It’s a lesson in giving yourself to someone who likely wants better things for you than you do for yourself.
But, I’m pretty sure he‘s going to teach me what those are.
And I can’t wait.
CHAPTER 5
Rye
“What are you fucking looking at?” I bark as I step out of the room with my prize wrapped in a black blanket as I carry her out into the club.
So many fucking men everywhere. I hate them all right now.
I grabbed an aftercare kit from the locked closet after I fucked my girl practically unconscious.
What have I done?
I guess that all gets figured out later.
Because right now the only thing that matters is that I've got cradled against my chest as I weave through the crowd.
Most of the patrons and newbies are on round three, or they've tapped out — sitting around on couches, some of them getting their freak on in the sex-positive rooms.
All good. But right now, all I care about is getting Elodie home. And when I say home, I mean the place where my mail gets delivered and I sleep for five years.
I need her in there with me. I want to see what she does inside the walls of my home. Now that she's carrying my cum, her sweet little pussy battered from what I've done everything is going to change.
"Daddy," she whispers into my chest. "What about Anna and Jeremy?"
"I'll take care of them, baby. Don't you worry."
I give every one of these fuckers a glare that has their balls crawling back up inside their body as I work my way toward the entry.
"Get my car pulled around to the front," I bark at one of the staff who nods, scurrying off without question.
Leo is up ahead, giving me a look. I nod to him as I tug Elodie closer against my chest. Not just tugging. Not just against my chest. I'm fucking cradling her the way I had her in my lap, trying to bring her back to the real world after she blacked out — from pain, orgasms, shame, all of the above.
"Leo." I keep my voice low. "Her friends, Anna and Jeremy. Look them up on the sign-in sheets, make sure they're okay. Let them know she's coming home with me. They know who I am. Give them VIP aftercare. And get me her bag from the locker when she checked in." I tilt my chin down toward her. "Baby, what was your locker number?"
Elodie's lashes flick up at me. She's thinking, poor girl, her brain's turned to scrambled eggs. A wicked sense of pride puffs my chest that she's having trouble thinking straight. Because it was my dick that introduced her to this kind of euphoria.
"Five sixty-two," she murmurs. "Locker 562."
God forgive me. I know I love her. I was hard on her. But she took it all. And she loved it. She begged for it.
I pass Leo, who gives me a look that says he already knows. He knows me better than anyone. He can see I'm gone. I'm completely gone for this girl.
Elodie tucks her face against my chest, her little hands folded up under her chin, the black blanket covering everything but her toes as they dangle over the crook of my arm. I already feel my balls filling back up. I filled her with so much cum. I like holding her like this. Knowing it's keeping it inside her.
I think of my home. All sleek chrome and hard angles. What the fuck am I going to do with a soft, fragile girl like her in my place?
As we approach the front door, one of the staff members is already holding out Elodie's backpack for me to scoop off their arm. Word travels fast when I move through this place.
I step out into the April evening air and drag a heavy breath in through my nose, out through my mouth. My black Mercedes is waiting. The valet opens the passenger door without a word, and I tuck Elodie into the seat, buckle her in, throw her backpack between the two front seats, and kiss her forehead.
"Daddy's taking you home now."
I make a mental note to order everything she might need delivered to the front door. What does a girl like Elodie need? I should know. I've known her long enough.
Instincts kick in that I never knew I had. I've always been protective of her, possessive in a way, but now that's all dialed up to ten. Once I'm in the car and moving down the street, part of me relaxes. But there's still a ball of tension in my gut that's new.