Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Beg me for it. You want to come, then beg for it.”
“You can’t be serious?” I’m not sure how I manage to get the words out, not with his finger moving in and out of me at a delicious pace.
Q smirks, and I swear it’s like looking the devil in the eyes and begging him not to strike you dead. “Oh, I’m dead fucking serious, so serious I’ll leave you tied to the bed frame until tomorrow with no way to relieve yourself. Now beg, and make it believable…”
Fuck… I can feel myself climbing higher and higher, my walls tightening, and it won’t be long till I crumble to the ground. Like a high, I chase the orgasm, but it’s just out of reach.
“Please…” I beg, my tongue darting out over my bottom lip.
“Please, what?” He seems unaffected by my begging, but I can see his cock growing in his pants, and the power of arousal makes me feel like I’m a queen. Even if he doesn’t want to believe it, some part of me has a tiny bit of control over him.
“Please, let me come.” I gasp once more as he adds a second finger—a tinge of pain mixes with the pleasure at the intrusion, but the ache in my core intensifies.
I’m rushing toward the finish line, and he knows it, his own movements get faster, and when his thumb brushes against my clit, sparks fly.
Gritting his teeth, he looks up at me, the blue of his eyes intense. “Your pussy is so sloppy. It’s making a mess of my hand.”
“Oh, god.” I tip my head back, the pleasure rising. My nipples pucker, and my entire body trembles like I’m walking a tightrope.
“I want you to remember who owns you here. I want you to remember that I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to. Say it. Tell me it’s true.”
Unable to stop myself, caught between the pleasure and the need for him to continue, I let out a strangled, yes, and like the asshole he is, his eyes gleam, and he pumps into me faster until I’m cresting the wave of pleasure.
Light blinds my eyes, and my entire body is suspended in time. My muscles twitch, my core tightens, and my channel clenches around his fingers. My entire body trembles as I float down slowly from heaven, and back down to hell, my current reality.
By the time I’ve come down from the high of coming, I’m a goopy mess, and Quinton makes quick work of wrapping me in a blanket, swaddling me like a baby, before placing me on the floor next to the bed. My head hits the pillow, and I’m out almost immediately.
I wake up disoriented. So much so that it takes me a moment to realize where the loud banging sound is coming from. I fight my way out of the blanket that is tightly wrapped around my naked body and look around the room. The loud banging increases, and I know it’s coming from my door.
My first thought is that this can only be Quinton, but he has a key card, so he wouldn’t knock.
“Hold on,” I croak, getting up, forcing my stiff limbs to move.
As soon as I’m standing, the room starts spinning, and I have to put my hand against the wall to steady myself.
There is another knock on the door, and it’s like the sound has a direct line to my brain, making a rattle inside my skull.
“Jesus, hold on. I’m coming!” Dropping the blanket around me completely, I make quick work of finding my clothes and getting dressed. I pull the door open ready to cuss out whoever’s interrupting my sleep, just to come to a screeching halt when I see the janitor on the other side, a brand new mattress propped up next to him.
“I’m supposed to drop this off,” he says before sliding the mattress into my room. It’s only halfway in when he turns around and walks off, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.
Coming back to my senses, I pull the heavy thing inside and close the door with my foot. It takes all my strength to push it up on the bed and let it settle on the bed rails. I’m out of breath, and another wave of dizziness comes over me. I don’t know why I’m so freaking weak until my stomach growls, reminding me of the lack of nutrition in my life. I guess the food deficiency is finally catching up with me.
Checking the time, I play with the idea of walking to the cafeteria and seeing if they have anything I can eat, but even that seems like such a waste of energy. All I wanna do is lie down and go back to sleep. Maybe I still have some leftovers that will tide me over.