Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“They’re… they’re really… um… pretty?”
It sounded so lame, but despite my urge to do as he had told me, in desperate hope of avoiding the promised spanking, I found that my modesty still made it impossible even to say the word panties again. Good girls didn’t talk about their panties. The paradox seemed to engulf me and to make the heat coursing through my body even more intense.
“Are they?” Christian asked softly. I felt his hands tighten, just a little around my wrists, as if to warn me against trying to get out of the task he had set. “What color are they?”
I looked down at my little white hands and his big brown ones, at the way his encircled my tiny wrists completely, his forefinger and his thumb overlapping as he kept me in place, unable to raise my hands to fend him off.
“Wh-white,” I whispered, hardly even able to get the word out and realizing as I spoke it how much meaning Christian might read into the color. I had chosen white for that very reason, hardly even thinking about it but knowing in the back of my mind how it would symbolize my innocence and my virginity.
“An appropriate choice,” he said. I felt my forehead crease hard, and I looked up into his dark eyes to see that while his smile remained on his lips, his gaze had taken on another aspect, one that made my heart jump. Something about the knowledge I had pretty white underwear on seemed to have brought out a kind of hunger in his eyes.
He wants to see them, said a voice in my head, and then, He’s going to see them, whether you want him to or not.
My breath puffed in and out of my nose as the meaning of Christian’s words sank in. He knew, somehow, about my virginity… or—I thought desperately—maybe he had guessed? The assurance, bordering on arrogance, in his face, though, said that it wasn’t a guess, or even an assumption: he meant to fuck a virgin tonight, and his wolfish anticipation of claiming me with his hardness seemed to gleam in his eyes.
“What else, Leah?” he asked. His mouth crooked up again, in evident pleasure at this little game. “Are they… lacy?”
He brought his face a little closer to mine, bending his head down and tilting it a little to the side. His hands pushed my wrists further apart, and then with what seemed an expert movement, he quickly changed his grip so that he could raise my hands and press them into the wall, imprisoning me still further. My lips parted, my breathing becoming even rougher and more rapid.
“Yes,” I breathed, as if his body’s proximity to mine, his lips’ closeness to mine, had drawn the word from my chest like a magic spell. Then I followed it with a tiny whimper, because I knew what happened next, and I knew that when it did a new, mysterious part of the story, much stranger and darker than I could ever have expected, would begin.
Gently at first, and then with growing urgency, Christian kissed me. He held me firmly in place against the wall, and he moved his lips over mine, explored my mouth with his tongue. I had thought kissing like that could only happen in the movies, and I had never understood the way so many girls in films and shows seemed to respond to kisses with such arousal. Christian taught me: I felt my hips jerk, my backside move against the wall in a mortifying display of his power over me.
He broke the kiss. He looked into my eyes, the smile and the hunger harmonizing into a look that made me swallow hard; possessiveness seemed to radiate from his face, as if Christian had no doubt that he had just acquired me, and had every intention of taking his time to enjoy the new piece of property he had purchased.
“A thong?” he asked. “And is there a matching bra?”
I closed my eyes as a humiliating sob rose from my throat. I nodded.
“Good girl,” Christian said. Such simple words: how could they have such a profound effect on me—on my heart and my body at once? I opened my eyes, and saw the same possessive expression that made me want to close them again. I had to keep looking, though: I needed to plead, to beseech with my gaze.
“So…?” I whispered. “So please… please, don’t… you know?”
“Oh, Leah,” Christian said. “You’re going to learn, very soon, that I keep my word. You were a good girl, but before that you were a naughty one. I’m not going to punish you as severely as I would have if you had completely refused to tell me about the lingerie you bought with my money. You still have a spanking coming, though.”