Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She knows it.
But I’m her asshole.
I probably should’ve let her know that I developed some questionable tastes while she was gone. Such as the impulse to playfully discipline her for abandoning me. It’s a thought that dances in the back of my mind, a flicker of something darker, more possessive. This isn’t a punishment, not exactly. More like a… stress reliever.
Besides, Charley should know what she’s in for. I’m no longer that soft, bumbling idiot who didn't know what he was doing.
The last time we had sex, I was naïve and unaware. I’m sure I considered myself an unforgettable lover, but those were the thoughts of a deluded teen. My skills were more of a clumsy dance of tentative touches and whispered promises.
Time has taught me well, and I plan to unleash all my sexual wisdom on the only girl I’ve ever loved.
I watch her face intently. The light reflects in her intense eyes as they bore into mine, and a ghost of a smile touches her lips.
“My, what things are you into, Liam Evans?”
I snake my free hand around her throat, feeling the thrum of her pulse beneath my palm. “Things I think you’ll find both disturbing and exhilarating. If you care to find out, do as you’re told and beg.”
“What if I don’t want to? What if I’d rather you bent me over and turned my ass red for not following your orders?”
Oh, the little brat. “Are you challenging me, Charley? Trying to get me to do what you want instead of what I demand? Do you think I’m still that pathetic, lovesick little boy?”
I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. A jolt of satisfaction courses through me as she arches her back and lifts her hips, desperate for more friction.
“You think I’ll break so easily? Nah, baby, I’m not built like that. You see, sweetheart, when you left me and my life spun out of control, I had to find a way to rein it back in.”
I insert a second finger as I continue to tease her clit, watching her expression morph from defiance to desperate need. “So you see, baby, you can act like a brat, but you won’t like how I’ll tame you. I’m not going to tell you again. Beg for it.”
I lean in, my breath ghosting over her pussy. “Beg for what you want, Charley. Beg me to lick your pussy and make you come all over my tongue.”
Charley’s fingers tangle in my hair, and she tugs, forcing my head up so my eyes connect with hers. “Make me.”
Fuck. This girl. This fucking girl. I thought I missed the girl I knew, but this woman, this new Charley, is more glorious than the version who haunted my memories.
This Charley likes to fight.
This Charley bites back.
And Christ, this Charley has my dick so hard I think I might explode before I get inside her.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” I ask, my voice rough with anticipation and barely contained lust.
“Yeah,” she says huskily. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her lips. “I know a few. You gonna need one?”
“Pick one,” I growl, trying to rein in my rage and want.
Charley places her hand lovingly on my cheek and whispers, “Evergreen.”
My heart almost beats out of my chest.
She remembered.
Something so insignificant, but she remembered.
Keeping my eyes on her, I lower my head to her soaked cunt and suck her clit. Her eyes widen, and a scream falls from her pretty mouth as I bite.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Scream for me.”
Her breath comes in shallow pants. “Is that what you want to do? Hurt me?”
“Oh, baby girl. I want to do everything to you. I want to open your body to pleasure and pain. I want you to feel every single sensation.”
She jolts as I spread her legs and slap her pussy.
“You dirty girl. You like this, don’t you? What else do you like, Charley?”
Charley stares at me through hooded eyes but remains silent. Her usual vibrant expression is replaced with a guarded stillness. I don’t like that she’s shutting herself off from me. I want her to express whatever she needs without fear of judgment. After all, healthy and happy relationships are built on trust. Sexual preferences, like any part of a relationship, shouldn’t be off limits for discussion. I never want Charley to be afraid to explore with me. I want her to feel comfortable and secure enough to share her desires and concerns.
“It’s okay. You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge you. You’re safe with me, baby. Always.”
“I-I like being called names. Not just a slut, but real names. I want you to be mean to me when you fuck me. I find humiliation sexually gratifying. It’s hard to explain, but I have so much responsibility, so much depending on me, and it makes me feel lighter.” She turns her head away. “I’m fucked up. I’m sure you think I’m disgusting.”