Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
He tugged his finger from my mouth, and I reluctantly let go. “I have more ideas of what I want to do with that mouth of yours.”
I smiled. “I have ideas too.”
“There are so many things I want to do to you. I have to prioritize.”
I shook my head. “No, you can do them all.”
“If I did them all tonight, I’d kill you.”
I sighed. “What a way to go?”
He scowled at me. “We’re working on you taking care of yourself.”
“You’re working on it.”
Suddenly, his hand was around my throat, squeezing until I struggled to breathe. I grabbed hold of his arm and tried to pull him away, but I couldn’t make him budge. “Do not play games like that. You will take care of yourself. You will do whatever I say. If you’re going to be here with me, if I’m going to take these risks with you, then I get to tell you what to do. That’s how it works.”
When he let go, I gulped in air and rubbed at my throat. “I love that you want to take care of me, but try not to choke me to death to make me understand.”
“I’ll only hurt you as much as you like.”
“How do you know what I like?”
His smile was pure evil. “I can tell. I can feel it. Have I been wrong yet?”
I shook my head. I’d been scared, but my cock was harder than ever.
“Now, let’s stretch out your ass.” He used the finger I’d sucked to push into me, and my breath caught. “So fucking tight. This virgin ass is mine. No one else is going to touch you like this. No one else is going to fuck you here. I own your ass. Do you understand?”
“Fuck, Dante. I don’t…”
“I warned you. I wasn’t the man you thought I was. You didn’t believe me.”
I shook my head. “I like this, you’re the man I fantasize about.”
He leaned over, extracted a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, and squirted some on his fingers. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to put those in my ass, and how that was nothing compared to his cock.
“You need this, don’t you? To be controlled, to be punished.” He pushed a finger back in, deeper this time. It didn’t hurt, but it felt strange.
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you what you need. No one else can do that for you.”
For some reason, I believed him. “No one but you.”
“That’s right.”
“It’s going to hurt when I drive my cock in here.” He added another finger and pushed deeper into me, making me groan.
“I don’t care.” I was scared I wouldn’t be able to take it, but I wanted him. I wanted this. I liked the way he took control, and I wasn’t backing down.
“I think you’re going to love it.”
I had to. It was him. There was no way this wouldn’t be incredible. He worked his fingers in and out. I couldn’t stay still anymore. I moved my hips, lifting my cock like I was fucking the air. I was desperate for friction. When I reached for myself, he grabbed my wrist.
“If I want you to touch yourself, I’ll tell you. Keep your hands above your head.”
“Dante,” I whined.
“Be good.”
“Yes, Professor.” He smiled, and I lifted my arms above my head. He pushed his fingers deep, curled them forward, and my whole world lit up. My hips jerked, and my cock grew painfully hard. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
He did it again. I was desperate for more, yet I wanted him to stop. It was so intense.
“You’re going to love my cock pressed over that sweet spot. It’s going to make you come so hard you’ll black out.”
I whimpered. “I want to come now.”
“You’re really not used to being patient, are you.”
I shook my head. “No one ever made me wait like this. No one would’ve dared.”
He added another finger, and I gasped. “Too much.”
“No, it’s not. If you can’t take this, you’ll never take my cock all the way inside you. Be a good boy and relax. Breathe.”
It felt like he was ripping me open. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s a very good idea. The best. You’ve been wanting this for ages.”
I scowled at him. “You complained that it’s only been a week.”
“No, I mean getting fucked. I know you’ve thought about it, but you never had the right man until me. Now I’m your only option.”
How had he gone from trying to push me away, telling me this couldn’t happen, to demanding no one touch me but him? And why did I love it so much? This possessiveness, the control. I would never have let anyone else talk to me this way, never obey them like this. But with Dante, it was like a switch flipped in me. All I wanted was for him to take care of me, to tell me what I needed to do.