Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I sense surrender in her. I’m guessing she’s tired of fighting me. Probably a little scared. She needs reassurance, and she’s turning to me for it, even though I’m the enemy. It’s classic Stockholm Syndrome, but I’ll work with whatever I can get.
I deepen the kiss, slanting my mouth over hers and prying her lips open with my tongue. She’s in another skirt today–this one is a soft cotton that molds to her hips. I slide my hand around the curve of her ass and squeeze.
She melts into me, molecule by molecule. Her hands brush my chest and slide up to my shoulders.
I tug the hem of her skirt up her thigh until I touch skin, then slide my hand beneath it to cup her ass. She’s wearing panties that floss her ass, leaving the entire cheek exposed for me to stroke. I knead it as my tongue explores her mouth. When my middle finger traces the thin ribbon of fabric that plunges between her cheeks, she moans.
I forget to go slow.
I hoist her up, legs around my waist, and carry her the few steps to the bed where I drop her. “You were a bad fucking wife today, malyshka.” I reach behind my back with one hand and yank my shirt off over my head.
I probably should dial back the dominance considering it was that kind of talk that completely shut her down last night, but the switch has been flipped. Gentle mode is off. Dark mode activated.
And I know how well her body responds to it.
She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, and I want to fucking ravish her. I reach beneath her skirt and yank her panties off in one rough motion.
“Spread those legs for me, Lara. I’m going to eat that pussy.” I don’t wait for her to obey. I push her knees wide, forcing her to fall back on her forearms.
Her pussy is groomed with a neat little triangle of silky dark hair. I rub it with my thumb as I lick into her. She gasps, jerking at the wet contact.
I give it to her good, tonguing all along her slit, inside and out–sucking, nibbling, and tasting her. When I bring the pad of my thumb between her ass cheeks and twist it over her anus, she squeezes her cheeks, lifting her pelvis off the bed.
I lift my head, but keep my thumb firmly in place. It’s a mild threat.
“Are you allowed to date other men, Lara?”
Her pussy squeezes, like my stern-dom voice is going to make her come. She looks at me, a mixture of lust and fear swirling in the depth of her dark-lashed eyes.
I slide my other thumb into her pussy and pump, giving her a little pleasure.
Her head lolls to the side, and she moans.
“Hmm?”
When she doesn’t answer, I remove my thumbs and roll her to her belly. “The correct answer is no, lyubimaya.” I pin her down with my hand in the middle of her back and deliver three hard spanks.
She squeals and kicks her legs. She looks fucking gorgeous with her skirt pushed up and her ass bare. It’s giving Catholic school girl vibes, and my dick gets marble-hard.
I grasp a handful of her ass and squeeze, making a growling sound in my throat. “You have the best ass, printsessa.”
I slide my fingers between her legs and find her sopping. Nothing gets a girl wetter than a good spanking, in my experience. I deliver two more spanks, this time to the backs of her thighs, below her ass where there’s less padding.
“Ou!” she protests.
“Let’s try this again.” I rub two fingers slowly between her legs, rewarding her, even as I wind up for more punishment. My thumb fits between her ass cheeks, resting over her anus. She squirms beneath me, letting out a low moan.
I slap her ass several times in quick succession–striking her right cheek, left cheek, then spanning them both in the low center, right over her glorious pussy. I repeat the pattern twice and then stop with my hand resting on her ass, gripping it possessively.
“Are you allowed to date other men?”
She reaches back and covers her ass. “It wasn’t a date!”
My grip on her ass gentles, and I lean forward to push her shirt up and kiss along her spine. “That’s good,” I tell her between kisses. “Because I don’t want to have to take you to the dungeon.”
She stiffens, probably believing terrible things happen there.
“Roll over and give me that pussy again,” I command.
She’s quick to comply, and my heart lurches a little at the sight of her flushed face, obscured by her disheveled hair.
I did that. I gave her that freshly-fucked look, and I’m just getting started.
I return my attention to her pussy, sucking more forcefully. Finding her clit and swirling my tongue around it.