Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I don’t sink my finger into her cunt, although that is what I want to do. Taking my time, allowing her to get accustomed to my touch, is important. Lifting a finger up to her swollen clit, I start to stroke it. Slow strokes, taking my time, making her became accustomed to the feel and sensation as I work her clit.
She moaned my name. I loved the sound as it echoed around the room.
Using a second finger at her clit, I made sure to touch her in every place that would heighten her arousal. I felt the change within her body. It was subtle, but I knew she was close to orgasm.
Letting go of her clit, I took the risk, slid my finger down, and using only one, I slowly pressed forward inside her. She was so freaking tight. But then, we had only had sex once, and it had been a disaster.
With one finger knuckle-deep inside her, I wait, giving her time to get accustomed to the feel of me. I feel the ripples of her pussy. She is so close, and I know it will only take a few strokes of her clit and she’d find that release. I want to give it to her.
And so, using my other hand, I start to touch her clit, as I push a second finger inside her cunt, and she let out a little scream. The sound echoed around the room, filling the air, as I took her over the edge and gave Freya her first orgasm. I figured she might have given herself her own orgasms, and there was going to come a time when I would get her to show me. I wanted to see everything with her.
Freya collapsed in my arms afterward, and I knew we had already come a long way.
****
Freya
“How do you ... you know ... get a man to see that you want to go to the next level?” I asked The Butcher.
Victor had been replaced by The Butcher just yesterday.
We were out on the sand, and she was teaching me some defensive techniques. I was doing my best to learn them, but I think I was going to have to start hoping for a miracle, or never getting attacked.
The Butcher was on her feet once again without even looking like she had broken a sweat. As for me, I was on the sand, then I got to my feet and looked toward my friend. That was who the Butcher was—she was my friend. Although I didn’t know her age, or her name, or what she liked to do. There was a great deal I didn’t know about her, but I still liked her. I still considered her a friend.
The Butcher stared at me. “Are you asking me for advice on how to get men into bed?”
“Well, not men, but you know, how do you tell your husband you want to ... have sex?” It sounded stupid to my own ears. Victor was my husband. I should just come out and blurt it.
“You want to know how to get Victor into bed?” she asked.
My face was now burning. “Yes.” There was no point in denying it.
“You’re both married. Doesn’t that shit come easy?” she asked.
“We didn’t exactly have the best start.” I pressed my lips together. “He didn’t want to be married, and he certainly didn’t want to be married to me.”
“Only now, knowing you’re Volkov’s sister has a pretty nice flair to it.”
I stared at her, and I wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic.
“We already talked about it—”
“Freya, relax, I’m joking. At the end of the day, Ivan wanted you to be married to Victor. He believed you two to be a good match, so I believe in him.” Freya gave a shrug.
We stopped talking as I was once again attacking The Butcher, only this time I was still standing, even after ten seconds. She had to be going easy on me, but I refused to hit her. She was my best friend.
That didn’t help me, as a second later, I was back on the floor again, looking up at her.
“Hello,” I said, holding up my hand and giving her a wave.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I’m saying hello from all the way down here.”
The Butcher sighed, and then she surprised me by moving to lay beside me, so we were both staring up at the sky.
“Is Ivan a good person?” I asked, after several minutes had passed.
“Yes and no.”
“That’s not really an answer.”
“Ivan is a complicated guy,” she said. He’s not a good guy. He has a lot of enemies, but that is to be expected. Someone in his position is going to have a lot of enemies. When it comes to the women he chooses for his men, he has a soft spot. He takes care of those no one seems to want.”