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)
The fingers of his left hand pulled on the front of my panties; he just put them in there and tugged, so that he could insert the open vee of the scissors’ blades into the elastic, ready to cut. As if that were simply something a man did with the lacy white panties he had dressed his fuck toy in.
I let out a little cry of fear and helpless arousal.
“Please…” I whispered. “Please… can’t you just… you know, take them off?”
“Look at me, Rebel,” Christian commanded.
Startled, I raised my eyes to his. His gaze seemed to see straight into my roiling mind and my wayward heart—the frightened but urgent warmth that I couldn’t help feeling toward the wealthy, gorgeous man who had, it seemed, claimed me as his own.
“These panties belong to me,” he told me. “I’ll do as I like with them, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll buy you new ones.”
He looked down. My eyes followed his, to watch as he squeezed the handles of the scissors and cut through the decorated elastic. I felt the fabric pull away, and I let out a little whimper, lifting my gaze to Christian’s face only to find that his attention remained on my private parts.
With butterflies of naughtiness in my tummy, feeling sure that if he noticed I had my eyes raised he would punish me, I still couldn’t stop looking at the hungry expression in my sponsor’s eyes as he drew the ruins of my panties up my right leg, until they were a useless tangle against the cuff that restrained my thigh, opening me for his use.
He looked up again, and I felt my eyes widen in fear. I lowered my eyes, my face hot and my heart racing, but Christian said, “No, Leah. Keep looking at me.”
He looked down again, though, and I felt his hand between my thighs, fondling me very gently, taming me, making me sob with need. His smile returned, as if in satisfaction at his bed girl’s responsiveness to his dominant touch. His eyes returned to mine, but he continued to stroke my pussy, fingers moving up and down the tingling inner petals of my tender, still nearly virgin slit.
“You’ve been playing with this little pussy, haven’t you, naughty girl?” he asked softly. “Once a girl like you gets started, she can’t stop, can she?”
I shook my head wildly, but I knew the blush in my cheeks would have betrayed me beyond the shadow of a doubt even if Christian didn’t seem able to read my thoughts without any apparent effort. I resolved that he would never hear me say it, though. An independent young woman like me should feel entitled to her secrets, shouldn’t she—even if the man who takes care of her can guess them?
Christian smiled a new sort of smile, one I hadn’t seen before: his face turned suddenly mischievous. It made my eyes go wide as a jolt of anxiety made the butterflies in my tummy go crazy.
He took his hand away. With parted lips I let out a pitiful, whimpering sound. Like an absolute fool, I hadn’t counted on this element of his ‘inspection’—how it could turn into an interrogation with pleasure, instead of pain, generating the irresistible compulsion to talk.
“How often?” he asked softly but very mockingly. “Every night?”
I bit my lip and tried to move my chin back and forth to deny it. Another desperate, kittenish noise escaped my throat as I found I couldn’t muster the will. Something in Christian’s eyes told me that even if he took all the advantage of my wanton needs that a dominant man could take, he would guard my secrets carefully, and use them to train me not merely for his own enjoyment but for our mutual pleasure.
With a tiny sob, my lower lip still firmly between my teeth. I gave a little nod.
“Say it, Rebel,” he murmured. “Say it out loud, and remember to say it the right way, too.”
My eyes traveled downward, unable to help myself, needing to see the forbidden sights below both our waists. I watched my master’s hand go up and down his massive manhood. I saw his hand hover over the hot, wet pussy he had uncovered by destroying my lacy panties. I looked back at his cock, and I felt such a surge of need for its filling presence in my aching sheath that my hips tried to rise as if to present that empty, wet hole for fucking.
Then the memory of what Christian meant to do crashed in on me. The idea that only by pleasing him would I earn the reopening of my sealed pussy made me gasp, and the fear that he would treat me with even greater severity if I failed to obey made me speak the truth.