Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Well, isn’t this fitting, puppet? Did you plan this?”
“No, I didn’t.” I laugh again, looking up at the Scream movie playing. It’s halfway through, and he pulls me toward the plush red theater-style seats. I expect him to sit and have me on top, facing the screen, but I’m not even close.
“We aren’t here to watch a movie. Let’s make our own. You like doing that, don’t you, puppet? Remember the first time?”
My face heats. How can I still blush? This man has seen every part of me and in very intimate ways, but talking about those things—that is what makes me blush.
“You look so fucking sexy when you’re scandalized.”
I cover my face with my hand, and he chuckles.
“Theo, stop!”
As he throws his head back, laughing, I watch his throat bob, and I slap his bicep.
“I’m serious. I can’t believe I let you film us.”
He pulls his phone out as his laughter settles. He starts searching for it as I watch him.
“You know I still watch it, right?” he admits, and then he opens something and turns the screen to me. The video is from his point of view. My red dress is falling off my arms, and my bra is pulled down. My large, full breasts are moving in tandem with my rise and fall, and while my moans are loud, his heavy breathing and groaning is just as prevalent in the video.
“Moan louder. Say my name.” His words come from the small speaker of his smartphone and my skin grows hot. My face flushes in the video, my thighs rubbing together. I look… hot.
“There you are.” Theo pulls me from my mesmerized haze, and my glossy eyes look up at him.
“Wh-What?” I stutter.
“You’re turned on watching yourself. You see what I see, and you’re wet. Fuck, that’s so damn sexy, puppet.”
“That’s how you see me?” I whisper, honing back in on the video.
“Flushed. Aroused. Body at my mercy. Every curve spilling over in my hands—graciously. Yeah. That’s how I see you.”
A scream come from the other film playing in the room, and I jump. But I will never forget the way I saw myself in that video. It’s as if I was watching his need for me through his eyes. And I will admit, he was right. I was everything desirable and more.
“Let’s make another one,” he repeats.
“Yes.” My voice is a hushed yet desperate plea.
“In front of the chair, get on your knees and bend over. Put your tits on the seat,” he instructs. Like the obedient wife I am, I follow the instructions word for word, exactly the way he would want.
“Wet, tight cunt. Mmm,” he moans.
The impulsive need to look over my shoulder sneaks up, but I don’t give in to it. I want to wait for what he has planned. I don’t want to know what he’s going to do. I want to feel it. Immerse myself in my turn for pleasure.
“You’re leaking you’re so desperate.”
Next thing I know, I feel wetness on my inner thigh, and I realize it’s his tongue. He leaves open-mouthed kisses and alternates between licking, sucking, and kissing me.
“Oh God!” I cry out. He’s going to eat me. Devour me. Ravish me until I’m a puddle on the floor.
“God left. The devil is here now, puppet, and his name is Theo. Enjoy the wicked.”
His tongue meets my skin again, and oxygen overfills my lungs as I take in a sharp, deep breath. Sex fills the air, his cologne and my arousal mixing to accentuate his taste still lingering on my tongue. The rush shoots through me, a lightning strike of need, desperation, and anticipation. My body moves on its own, seeking out what it’s waiting for—his mouth devouring my cunt.
“Easy. Don’t be so eager, puppet. I will get to you.”
“I might come apart if you don’t touch me, Theo.”
“That would be something amazing, wouldn’t it? You coming without even a touch, because you’re such a desperate slut?”
My ass thrusts upward, and my knees part slightly, exposing my pussy more. His foul mouth adds another level of yearning. I will always blossom under his sweet words and ignite under his crass degradation. Theo’s words hold the same power his touch does when they’re uninhibited.
“You can either enjoy the feel of my orgasm, or I will enjoy it on my own,” I threaten, so desperate for him to do anything to get me to the peak of my euphoria. But I will punish him for depriving me for too long. I know my power, because he was the one who taught me I had it. I can make him beg.
A hard slap echoes in the room, and my unmarked ass cheek feels the harsh sting of his hand.
“I’m in control now, Hanna, and if you dare come before I let you, I will take you home and make you beg for my cock for days. You think you’re desperate for me now? You have no fucking idea what I’m capable of.”