Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
The point isn’t to fuck her throat fast and hard. It’s to train her to take all of me. And that will take time. Lots of practice.
When I push down her throat once more, spit flies out from the corner of her lips before she swallows. “See.” I smile down at her, pulling my hips back and letting my cock slide out. “Look at you. You’re doing so well.”
My dick is painfully hard, and I crave my release. I’ve denied myself long enough when it comes to her. It’s my turn to get what I want, and I’m not far from it.
EVERETT
He pulls his cock free of my mouth, and I leave it open, coughing and gasping for air while his cum and my drool drips from my lips.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I whimper, trying to get air into my lungs.
He wasn’t rough like when he’s fucked my pussy before. Instead, he took his time, and I think that was worse. His heated eyes were fixed on mine with a smile on his face.
My pussy is soaked and my body is begging for him. Just like old times.
No. This is different, I remind myself.
I wanted this. Him to control me. To turn my brain off and let him have his way with me. I want to be his toy.
His finger hooks into the ring on my collar, pulling me out of my thoughts. He helps me to stand on my shaking legs, and I fall into him, unable to hold myself up. They’re numb from kneeling on the cold concrete, and I feel the blood rushing to them, making them tingle.
“Please?” I beg with tear-filled eyes. My thighs are soaked from my own wetness. My body likes to serve, but right now I need him to reward me.
“I know, angel.” He wipes my face with both hands and kisses my forehead tenderly. Just as soft as he was with my mouth. Which is screaming right now. My jaw is so sore.
He reaches into his duffel bag and removes a chain and two more leather belts. I stand waiting like a good girl while he wraps one around my upper arms and chest to rest above my breasts. The second one is placed right below my breasts.
I moan at the added restrictiveness it provides to my arms that are still secured behind my back with the belt around my wrists.
“Does that feel good?” he questions, cupping my face.
I try to pull away, but he forces my head back, and I glance up at him.
His eyes search mine. “Answer me, Eve. Does that feel good?”
I nod.
“Words,” he commands.
“Yes.” I sniff as my nose continues to run from the face-fucking he just gave me. “It feels good.” It’s as if he’s hugging me. Did he know I would like it, or is he just guessing, trying different things on me?
His hands run down over my heaving chest and begin to massage my breasts. I lean into him, unable to stop myself. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched.
I stand up on my tiptoes, wanting him to kiss me, and as his lips touch mine, his fingers pinch my nipples. I let out a cry, but he swallows it when he deepens the kiss.
At first, he’s rough—pinching and pulling while he kisses me sweet and lovingly.
He pulls away too soon, and his hands fall from my breasts. Turning, he goes back to his bag and grabs a pair of nipple clamps. I bounce on the balls of my feet, wanting him to toss me down on this floor and fuck my pussy. Hell, he can tell me to spit on his dick so he can fuck my ass with no prep, and I’d do it. He can make it hurt if that’s what he wants. I need something, but he’s just teasing me.
That’s what you do with a toy. You play with it.
He grabs a hold of my left nipple and places the clamp on it. The sharp teeth make me hiss in a breath. “Kashton,” I cry when he does the other and allows the short chain to drop. There’s a small weight in the center of the chain that rests against my heated skin, pulling the clamps down.
He ignores me as he grabs another chain and hooks it to the ring of the collar, He holds it with one hand while the other picks up the duffel bag and starts to walk toward the door. “Come on.”
“Wait.” I stop, and he yanks me toward him. The movement has the nipple clamps biting, and it makes my pussy throb.
“Forty-eight hours, Eve,” he reminds me. “I control everything you do, and right now, you’re going to follow me. Do you understand?”
Swallowing, I nod softly. “I understand.”
TWENTY-THREE
KASHTON
Twelve years old
Istep off the elevator and whistle while making my way through the pits to the hallway that leads to the cells.