Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
He thrust forward, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, and he immediately pulled back so I could gasp in a breath.
"Relax," he growled, but there was no menace in the word, only desire. "I'm going to come down your throat."
I moaned, the only sound I was capable of with him filling my mouth. He pressed farther back, testing me. I breathed through my nose and focused on suppressing my gag reflex.
"Good girl." His hold eased on my hair, and he massaged my scalp as he pushed into my throat. He threw his head back with a roar and finally released, his cum lashing into me. He pulled back so it coated my tongue, filling my mouth.
"Swallow," he snarled. "Take everything I give you."
As I did so, pleasure claimed me again, the vibrations of the machine beneath me relentless. My entire body twisted against the restraints, mindless with ecstasy. He finally pulled free of my lips, but I continued to lick him, cleaning off the last of his desire.
He started murmuring in Spanish, running his fingers through my hair as he praised me.
Finally, he turned off the Sybian, and I collapsed in exhaustion as all my muscles melted. He freed my wrists from the cuffs and bent to catch me before I could fall. He went down on one knee and captured my lips with his.
Surprise sparked through me that he’d kiss me after coming in my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care. If anything, he seemed hungrier for me than ever.
When he finally pulled away, he freed my ankles and lifted my sated body up in his arms.
“How many times did you come?” he murmured as he carried me out of the playroom.
“Oh. Um… Like, five? Maybe?” I was too sleepy to really think about it. I pressed my face against his hard chest, enjoying the way it rumbled as he laughed.
If that was what giving a blowjob was like, I wasn’t sure why I’d waited so long.
Because I needed Andrés, I realized, recognizing the truth in what he’d said to me earlier. I’d needed him to push past my fears and my weird tics and show me what my body was capable of.
I should be upset at the realization that I needed my scary captor in order to experience intimacy with a man, but he wasn’t all that scary, really. His scars might look mean, but he hadn’t forced me to suck his cock. He could have beaten me until I broke down and did anything he wanted, but he’d ensured that I enjoyed the experience, possibly even more than he did. He’d come once. I’d come… How many times?
I decided I was too tired to worry about it. Sighing in post-orgasmic contentment, I snuggled against Andrés’ chest and drifted in warm bliss.
Chapter 14
Somehow, everything started feeling routine. Andrés fed me, bathed me, teased me, and gave me the most mind-blowing orgasms. With the occasional spanking if I got too sassy. He still kept me chained to his bed while he was gone, but the stacks of comics he brought me every morning helped me pass the time.
It had been a week since he’d taken me into his playroom and taught me how to give him a blowjob. I’d had to suck him off several times since due to my penchant for cursing, but I didn’t hate the experience, so it wasn’t much of a deterrent, really.
For long stretches of time in the evenings, he’d tie me in various positions from the suspension point next to his desk. He claimed that he liked having something pretty to look at while he worked.
Pretty. I’d never thought of myself that way. Despite my fucked up situation, Andrés made me feel beautiful, desirable. And that made me feel powerful in a way I’d never known before. I’d always been confident in my hacking abilities, in the sharpness of my mind. But physically, I’d always felt out of place. Awkward and weird.
I didn’t have to worry about being awkward with Andrés. He simply moved my body where he wished, and with his guidance and instruction, I didn’t trip all over myself. I couldn’t get stuck in my own head and in my own insecurities when he handled me. His strong arms and dark eyes grounded me, keeping me focused on him rather than getting swept up in my racing thoughts.
But I wasn’t a fool, and no matter how much Andrés tried to condition me to want to be his pet, I wouldn’t cave. Maybe I did like the way he touched me, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still intent on escaping him. I had a life to get back to, and I refused to spend my days as the plaything for an evil drug lord.
Evil. I often had to remind myself of what Andrés did for his business. He petted me and doted on me, and it would have been much easier on my psyche if I’d just allowed myself to fall into a fantasy of being his cossetted, kinky girlfriend.