Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Dom,” she whispers. “Dom.”
I gently move her hand aside, stroking my head around her slickness, then returning to her clit. When she sinks her fingers into my chest, I know she’s got another orgasm heading her way. Her body is alight with this impossible mutual starvation, this bone-deep need.
I rub her clit with my erection, sometimes slipping down to her hole, but each time, she whimpers and curls her hand around my base, redirecting me to her nub.
“You want to come like this?”
“Hmm.” She nods. “But Dom…”
“You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“I—I—I… ahhhhh.”
I flick my dick up and down against her clit, causing a second orgasm to riot through her delicious body. She grips my cock, stroking it and guiding it against her own pussy, shifting up and down…
And then rolling away from me, crawling to the other side of the bed.
“Leave,” she says.
“Say that like you mean it—”
“This isn’t how I lose my virginity,” she screams, suddenly springing up from the bed, her naked, flushed body jiggling gorgeously for me.
“You’re a virgin,” I say, stroking my cock.
“I told you to leave. Don’t…” She hesitates, then looks at me sternly. “Don’t come back until you’re ready to set me free.”
I walk around the bed, grab her, turn her around, and push her onto all fours. She whimpers and pouts at me over her shoulder.
“I could fuck your tight, inexperienced virgin pussy here and now and you’d cream all over my dick. You’d beg me to keep going even as you acted like you didn’t want me to.”
“I want it. That’s the problem. I don’t want to want it. You’re messing with my head.”
“And you’re not messing with mine?” I bring my hand down on her thick, creamy ass, causing her lusciousness to ripple as I spank her. “I could explode just looking at you.”
“Set me free or go.”
“I need your pussy.”
“You’re not having it.”
“I need to explode. Fuck. Badly.”
“Buh-badly?” she groans.
I nod, staring at her like an unhinged lunatic, unable to think about anything except the tension in my cock. “Then explode. But this isn’t how I lose my virginity. I mean that.”
“Fuck.”
I push the globes of her ass together and lay my cock between them, then rock back and forth, fucking her thickness. She bounces in time with my thrusts. My dick flames with hot temptation, and then a fountain of come erupts out of me and paints her back, more and more flowing out of me, dripping down her side and onto the bed.
She falls away, glaring.
“Leave,” she whispers.
I take a few steps back, my head clearing, as I realize just how badly I’ve let myself go. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to take advantage.
With my Keepsake, control is a distant dream.
“You won’t see me until I can let you out of this place.”
I turn away, grabbing my clothes, making for the door.
How can I lie to myself now? How can I say I’m doing this for her own good?
In the hallway, as I pull on my clothes, Meatball looks at me judgementally.
CHAPTER 14
EVIE
One Week Later
Apart from a repetitive exchange each morning and night – Are you safe?... Yes – we don’t text for an entire week. I’m ashamed to say I lose myself in the book series he left for me. It’s easier than thinking about reality, than The Vultures and what Dom and I did the last time we saw each other.
That was hot… and wrong… and confusing.
When he was rubbing his cock against me, I wanted him to slip inside. But that was a line I couldn’t cross. It would be tantamount to telling him he’s allowed to keep me here, that I’m done fighting.
The book series doesn’t help. The main character starts by resenting her barbarian captor. Then, over time, she becomes obsessed with him. I devour all eight books within a week, reading the happily ever after with a strange longing nestled in my heart.
The hottest scene in the series is when the barbarian takes his captor’s virginity. I read, losing her virginity here, like this, was both the best and worst thing. Her body was alive with myriad sensations, with hope and aching physical longing, but her mind was a mess of indecision.
It’s like the book is taunting me with exactly how I feel.
I know Dom visits twice when I’m asleep, because there’s fresh food in the refrigerator, the dirty clothes disappear, and Meatball’s litter tray is changed.
The idea of him watching me sleep has my body tingling sinfully.
I resist texting him because he doesn’t text me. Several times, I compose messages asking about Tash and The Vultures, but I’m afraid of where they’ll lead. I also want to ask about the crashing noises I sometimes hear upstairs – it sounds like construction – but I resist that too. Maybe it’s immature, but I won’t be the first to reach out.