Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“For being a good girl, Daddy?”
My lips curl into a devilish smile. She’s letting it all out now. Hiding nothing. There’s more to her than I thought.
More that I’ll have to explore.
“For being a bad girl,” I tease, seizing a rough fistful of her hair as I start to really pound her. “Now let Daddy claim that cunt.”
She may be a bad girl, but I’m a bad man…
“Mmmm,” she moans as her eyes close.
As I bottom out in her pussy, her walls contract hard around my shaft, and I have to fight to keep myself from roaring at the top of my lungs.
She’s got to still be sensitive from her hour-long ride on the saddle, so I press my thumb against her clit and watch her body spasm like she’s been hit by a taser.
Her body bows off the bed. Her nails bite into my skin as she clutches my shoulders, but I don’t even feel it. I’m lost in her pussy and feel like a god as I go off, seeding her virgin hole with my cum.
Her orgasm hits her hard and deep, and she lets out a stifled cry as I collapse on top of her to keep her from shaking out from under me.
“Amon,” she mutters over and over as she quivers. I don’t know how many times I’ve made her come today, but this is the only one that truly matters.
I hold her as she comes down, marveling at every tiny little change in her facial expressions.
Even the sound of her breath is sublime.
Our parents won’t be okay with that, but with the money and power I have, there’s nothing they can do.
7
JOAN
I lie in the tub, eyes closed, consumed by the warmth of the water. The bathroom is gorgeous—marble floors, ornate, luxurious. A far cry from the tiny showers back at the convent.
I take a deep breath as the steam rises around me, and once again, my thoughts go back to Amon. Try as I might, I can’t keep images from yesterday from flooding my mind.
The way he took me in his arms…kissed my chest and neck…
…the way he spread me…stretched me…filled me and claimed me…
Even my punishment has me tingling as I think back to him tying my hands, strapping my ankles to the floor, and forcing me to sit on that…thing for an hour.
I swear I thought I was going to die. It was just pure sensory overload. But somehow, I took it. And now, lying here alone, I feel hollow.
I’d hoped I’d wake in his arms, cradled like a treasure. But I woke alone. I checked the house, but Amon was gone. I guess he went to work.
And the longer I lie here, the more alone I feel. The more my body yearns for his affection—for the firm grip of his big, strong hands on my wrists.
I called him Daddy, and he didn’t even flinch.
It wasn’t planned. The name just simply fell from my lips naturally, as if calling upon something deep inside of me I wasn’t aware of until that moment.
And it felt so right.
Taking another deep breath, I think back to the moment he summoned me. “Unzip my fly,” he’d told me. And I obeyed.
The bath water is hot, but my body starts to warm as I replay our encounter. Slowly, I reach down between my legs, remembering the way he touched me…
…the way he used his thumb on me while inside me and sent me over the edge.
“No,” I snap, snatching my hand back and opening my eyes. This is wrong. What Amon and I did was wrong.
The nuns—I can’t even imagine what they’d say. And Momma would kill me if she knew.
“I knew it. Satan has his hold on you!”
She’s said it before, and she’ll say it again if she ever finds out about Amon and me.
Head spinning, I stand up and grab a towel. I took my cross off to bathe, but I quickly snatch it up from the vanity and slip it over my neck.
I’d hoped it would give me strength, comfort. Instead, it feels heavy, like God himself is accusing me of being a bad person.
I dress quickly and go downstairs. Maybe some breakfast will fill this emptiness in me. To my surprise, Amon’s in the living room reading some documents. He glances at me briefly, then returns to his papers.
“Hey!” I stutter, shocked. “W-when did you come home?”
He shouldn’t scare me. Not after what we did together. But something about his posture, the way he regards me so casually, makes me feel small.
Without looking up, he says, “Making brunch? I’ll take an omelet.”
A shiver runs through me.
“An omelet?” I ask, waiting for more. But he gives me nothing. “So…I’m still your housemaid?”
Finally, he looks up at me. His eyes are so strong as he scrutinizes me. And after what feels like the longest moment ever, he nods. “And a pretty good one at that.”