Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Oh, bad girl,” he says. “No wriggling, remember?”
I nod my agreement, and hear him laugh. Fuck me, please, I try to say. Or cut me. But all that comes out is a mumble that turns to a moan of disbelief as the knife tears into the fibers of my crop top, slicing up. Is it just my imagination that the blade is trailing along my flesh, or will I find a cut right across my back when I next look in a mirror?
The top falls loose, and I feel his warm breath against my shoulder blades just a moment before his lips kiss the spot where I thought I felt the knife. “No bra, I see,” he says, putting the blade aside on the table. I wonder if he intends for me to see it there, how sharp it looks, the tiny spot of blood on the tip. “Bad girl, walking around like that for all the world to see. From now on, you’ll wear what I tell you to wear. If I want you on display, so everyone can see what’s mine, that’s how you’ll be. And if I want you covered, so no other men can get a glimpse of you, you’ll do it. Understand?”
“Mm hmm.”
“That’s better. But it doesn’t change the fact that all those men saw you with just this little top, and as far as you knew I wasn’t even there to enjoy them desiring what they’ll never have. Were you teasing them, Keryn? Were you trying to make me jealous? Because I am, you know. I’m a very jealous man. The thought that they could have seen these beautiful little nipples poking through this thin fabric…” He punctuates his point by sliding his hand up the front of my ruined top, fingers lightly stroking my left nipple as I squeeze my legs together, trying to cry out. “…is making me want to kill them. I could. You know I could.”
I nod. I know he could. But would he? Just for seeing something they shouldn’t?
“But I know they’ll never have you,” he continues. “You’re mine now. My slave, my mistress, mine to do with as I will. Nobody else will ever touch these tits except me. Nobody else will ever kiss the back of your neck like this.” I moan as I feel his lips. “And nobody else will ever, ever, know what it feels like inside this tight little pussy.”
His hand shoots down, sliding inside my leggings, inside my panties. I feel his fingers against my bare flesh and can’t help myself. The surge of fluid makes me gasp another half breath as he cups me, fingertips digging in hard, lifting me up onto tiptoes. Finally, his hand leaves my mouth and I gasp a breath.
“Please…” I moan on the exhale, forehead dripping with sweat from being denied any air. “Please, I want more.”
His hand snakes around my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze as he moves his fingers against my pussy. I’m aware that if he wanted to, he could cut off all my air right now and there’s nothing I could do about it. My breath comes in mewls and squeaks as I shift against him, feeling his cock hard against my ass.
“What will you do for me, Keryn?”
“Anything. Name it. Or just force it from me. Max, please…”
“Desperate little Keryn. Such a good girl for me, willing, ready. All your holes are mine, aren’t they, little girl?”
“All of them. Whatever you want.”
His hand lowers from my throat, down my chest, pulling the torn fabric away from me as my nipples pull tight at the rush of cool air, breasts bared now where anyone looking in the window could see them. I try to turn, to kiss him, but I’m held too tight, and his fingers pressing into my pussy make me whimper and quiver. I watch him pick up the knife, and hold my breath as it goes to my bare waist, drawing a cool, shivering line from my belly to my side, then snicking under the edge of my leggings and tearing through the elastic. They go loose and he pushes them down, fingers leaving me for just a moment.
I hear the clunk and whip of his belt being unfastened, and feel the heavy length of him resting against my ass a moment later.
“Suck it,” he says. “Right inside your mouth. Down your throat. Get it good and slick, ready to go inside you, Keryn.”
I nod, barely holding on as I move against him, feeling him rub against my ass. Then I turn, meeting his eyes as I kick down my leggings, standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of black panties. He’s powerful, no doubt about that, but in his face I see love too. Care. Wanting to know that I’m enjoying this and willing to give what he desires. I hold his gaze as I reach out, and slowly but surely I unfasten each one of his shirt buttons. Pushing it aside, I rest my palms against his massive chest, feeling the hair curl between my fingers. The tattoos that cover his arm reach all the way up to his shoulder, twisting colors almost licking the flesh at the base of his neck. I trace them with my eyes, then finally glance down.