Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“Promise?” she asks, her eyes tearing up.
“Promise. You’re mine now, baby. Mine.”
6
AVA
A hand slides down my thigh, waking me from a wonderful dream…
…I know by the feel who it belongs to.
Rick. The man who makes my heart act funny.
A thick bulge of desire presses against my thighs, and I grind back against it, alive with desire.
This is the way to wake up in the morning, I think as he spreads me open and slides inside, stretching me with his enormous girth.
His lips find my neck, caressing me with gentle kisses that are also somehow strong and possessive.
This is what it’s like to feel wanted…
“Rick…” I moan as he goes deep. God, I can feel him in my stomach. Swollen and thick, filling me beyond anything I ever thought I could take.
Even my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to this.
To him.
“Daddy,” I moan, tingling all over. “Give it to me.”
God, I’m…kinky, aren’t I? The thought makes me smile, and I bite my lower lip. I never thought of myself as a kinky girl, having never even kissed a guy until Rick.
But accepting it, not being ashamed just like Sylvia told me, has made me feel incredible. Almost powerful.
Suddenly, there’s the sound of footsteps at the door. My heart skips, and my eyes snap open to the cold ceiling of my bedroom—my bedroom at Berry’s house.
I twist the top of my toy and shove it under the blankets as I quickly cover myself up.
My ‘husband’ bursts into the room, smelling like cigars and other women’s perfume.
Fantasy shattered…
“Here,” he says, tossing a dress onto the bed. It lands on me, the wooden hanger whacking me in the chin. “I’ve got a meeting later. Guy’s a real family values type, so you need to be there.”
“And…you want me to wear this?”
“No, I want you to model it in Paris,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Yes I want you to wear it! And look your best. Impressing this guy is important.”
He’s just about to leave but stops and turns, regarding me like a coyote stalking its prey. His nose twitches, and he slowly inches forward, sniffing the air.
Shit. I didn’t shower last night.
I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep Rick’s scent on me as long as possible. Keep his cum inside me. Never did I think Berry would come bursting into my room to wake me up.
I want to get up and rush to the bathroom, but I’m naked under the sheets. And the last thing I want to do is show my body to Berry.
I belong to Rick now.
“You smell like a man,” Berry finally grunts, his massive nose just inches from my neck. “Have you been fucking someone behind my back?”
“Who would I be fucking?” I ask, throwing it back at him. “And why would you even care? You’ve got your own nightly harem, haven’t you?”
His eyes narrow angrily. I’m honestly surprised. He’s never once shown any interest in me. Only now, when he thinks I’ve been with another man, does he seem to care.
Suddenly, my head snaps to the side.
Pain explodes across my cheek. My right ear rings, deafening me, and my eyes start watering instantly.
I’ve been slapped. Berry slapped me.
Humiliated, I place a hand on my cheek as I struggle to get my bearings.
“Don’t talk back to me, bitch!” he snaps, getting right up in my face. “I made a deal with your father, and you belong to me now!”
My mouth opens to speak, but it’s like my throat has gone dry and I can’t find the words. The next thing I know, Berry has his hands in my hair.
He tugs me closer—too close. Spikes of fear drive into me.
“I could have you if I wanted. You know that, right?” His eyes are scorching red with rage. He’s practically foaming at the mouth. “So you just do your job and behave yourself!”
He tosses me back, and I gasp for breath, realizing I’ve been holding it out of fear. My heart pounds hard in my chest like it’s being squeezed by an angry hand.
Cold flows through me.
Well, there goes my spicy mid-day daydream about Rick. Angrily, I take his toy and stuff it back in my drawer.
Any amount of horniness I had before Berry’s entrance is gone. Nothing can turn me off more than him.
I’m just finishing up my hair when I hear the door open. My pulse instantly starts to race. It’s Berry, and it’s time to go.
“I hope you’re ready,” he rasps, snapping his fingers. “We’re not going to be late for this.”
“I’m ready,” I reply, brushing a loose strand behind my ear.
I don’t know why I am expecting a compliment when I emerge from the bathroom. I did my makeup and my hair, and I’m wearing the dress he bought for me. But he doesn’t give me more than a glance before looking back down at his phone.