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)
And I just can’t wait to fucking try out my new toy.
But I’ll take my fucking time to get him used to me.
I step backward and hover over the dong I smashed onto his little table, then spread my legs right above it. Under his watchful eye, I lower myself on top of it and moan out loud as I sink down on it. He swallows, and his cock bobs up and down against his own pants as I begin to gyrate around the toy, while I keep my gaze fixated on him.
I want him to enjoy the discomfort, seethe in his hatred for how much he’s going to desire me.
My ideal man is built, and I just found the perfect mold.
A handsome, irate man obsessed with justice, dead-set on destroying all that’s wrong within this world, and he’s made me the object of his devotion.
How could I not be absolutely bewitched?
I want to reward him.
But first, he’s gotta learn how to play along nicely instead of wanting to bite my head off like a bad dog. I have to train him to behave.
“You look good all tied up, Atreus.”
“You think I care?”
I roll around on the dildo until it’s nice and wet while I tilt my head back and let my fingers do their work on my most sensitive spot. He’s still looking at me with disdain, but his flopping length reveals his interest. That’s why I exposed it.
“You do. That’s why you can’t take your eyes off me.”
I want him to be embarrassed and to know he’s no longer in charge of the solution.
“You told me not to look away.”
“And who made you listen?” I tilt my head.
His nostrils flare, and he attempts to look away again, so I throw a knife into his chair, right beside his ear, cutting off a few strands of hair.
“My knife,” I muse. “Now look at me.”
He groans in his seat, fumbling against the restraints I put on his wrists. Like that’s going to work.
“So you can terrorize me?”
I swirl my fingers over my wetness. “So I can show you what you’re missing out on.”
His dick twitches again and again until it’s finally erect all on its own, and I’m impressed. Clearly, he fought tooth and nail to stop it from happening, and it took him long enough.
“I didn’t ask you to invade my house,” he points out.
“No, you begged me to invade your heart when you made that appearance,” I say.
“You’re delusional.”
“Dream big,” I say, feasting my eyes on that thick, juicy cock of his.
He doesn’t just have the length, but the girth too. This little toy will pale in comparison, and I can hardly wait.
“You’re actually playing with yourself in my goddamn house.”
“And enjoying it thoroughly,” I quip.
“Why?”
“Because I want to. And you will enjoy it too if you want your information.”
“I’m going to arrest you when I get out of this chair,” he says.
“Oh please, you can’t even stop that cock of yours from dancing for me. How are you going to stop me?”
His rage only turns me on more as he begins jerking around the whole damn chair, but I continue thrusting onto the dildo until it’s nice and wet, and my orgasm is so damn close my whole body begins to shiver.
“Fuck, come here,” he growls.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You can’t stop seething because of the fun my pussy is having without you,” I say, chuckling. “Go on, then. Beg for it.”
“Fuck you, in your dreams,” he retorts.
“I’ll be arresting you in yours,” I say with a wink.
His lips part, but no words fall out.
“Cat got your tongue?” I muse, bringing my fingers to my lips so I can taste myself.
His hard-on twitches once more, and a droplet of pre-cum rolls down the tip.
“Hmm … Delicious.” I lick my finger, then bring it back down between my legs again.
“You’re insane.”
“Insanely attracted to you. And I love watching you squirm in your seat to try to escape the building arousal.”
“Arousal? Fuck no. This is pure, unadulterated rage,” he growls.
My brow rises. “I can see that.”
His face is slowly starting to grow redder and redder, but I can’t tell if it’s because of the anger or the lust flooding his body. Maybe both. Both is good.
“Dream on,” he grits, and he turns his head.
“Atreus. Eyes.”
I’m sure he remembers the warning I gave him, because his eyes immediately shoot back to mine.
I gyrate on the toy and roll my hips around until I’m close, then rub my clit and moan out loud as the droplets of pre-cum begin to profusely roll down his shaft. He groans in frustration as he leans out of the chair in an effort to get closer, like a beggar looking for scraps. His length bobs up and down against his pants, soiling the fabric, and the mere sight of him helplessly tied to the chair while hating the living fuck out of me brings me to new heights. As my fingers flick back and forth, the orgasm washes over my body, goose bumps scattering across my skin.