Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
I knew who I was looking for. It took quite a lot of scrolling until I found her, but she was very recognisable, even in a tight tee and jeans. Maisie Halterton. The girl in the pictures in Julian’s wardrobe. She was engaged now, to a hot young guy in a polo shirt, with a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. Yours forever the caption on their proposal pictures said, and I felt a stupid wave of relief.
It was weird seeing her in a more normal context, without her pussy spread with a huge dildo, and slut scrawled across her tits.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people on Grace’s friends list Julian might have had sex with. How many others had been desperate for him, offering themselves up for dildos and marker pen? What else had he done with them? What were the limits of his filth?
The very thought gave me a nervous thrill, but one thing I did know was that I would do all of it. Everything and anything he wanted me to. I wanted to see him at his limits, no matter how dark, how filthy, how extreme. There was nothing I didn’t want from him. He had stormed into my soul and taken hold. The rabbit hole could swirl into the utter pits of perversion, but I wouldn’t care. All I’d want was him.
I’d never known a feeling like this before. I had no idea how it felt to be as insane about someone as I was about my filthy saviour.
I needed to let him know that before he filed me away as a sweet little angel for ever. I didn’t want my freshly claimed virgin state to put him off, thinking I was too pure, because it could do. It would do. I was nothing like Maisie and the girls I was looking at online. I was a whole world away. So, I’d have to show him.
I felt like a thief as I delved into the box in his wardrobe. But I also felt empowered as I stared at Masie. And emboldened as I handled the dildos. Could I do this? Could I show him, for real and not look like a dumbass? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I had to try.
He stepped through the door with a cheerful hello, are you still here, sweetheart, after work, but his tone was lighter. He probably had a whole speech of I shouldn’t have done that to you, ready to present to me.
Now or never…
I tried to keep my breaths steady as I sat there on the sofa, awaiting his gaze. He appeared in the doorway, and it shocked him enough that he did a double take, mouth open as he looked me up and down.
I had his shirt open, my tits on display, and I was hitched up just right to show my freshly deflowered pussy. Beside me on the coffee table, ready to go, were the toys from his wardrobe, along with the rope twine, and the set of marker pens.
I tried to look as slutty as possible as he stared at me, praying with everything I had that I wouldn’t be shot down in flames.
“We shouldn’t…” he tried, but I didn’t want to listen to him. I shook my head, and summoned every scrap of my confidence, and I spread my pussy lips for him, showing him how wet I was.
“I want to be the girl in the photos,” I said. “I want to be her. I want you to show me everything. Every single thing that turns you on, and then we’ll see, won’t we? We’ll see how much I like it.”
I was expecting a battle, but it didn’t come. He was staring at me with hungry eyes. That’s what they were. They were hungry. The way he swallowed and stared at my pussy on offer gave me a rush of pride.
“I don’t want you to be like Maisie,” he said.
“I want to be like Maisie,” I told him, but he laughed.
“No, no, Rosie. I want you to be you. You’re much more of a treasure than she ever was.”
His words warmed me, right the way through.
“Show me, then. Show me how much of a treasure I am. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
He shrugged off his jacket, and loosened his tie, casting it aside. He scoped out the toys I’d lined up, including the biggest dildo.
“I’m addicted to filthy sex with barely legal girls,” he said. “This isn’t a joke, Rosie.”
“I know. You’ve told me a million times.”
“That’s my warning,” he said. “Once I start, I can’t stop.”
“Good. I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.”
“I’m not sure you quite understand what that means.” He paused, took a breath. “I. Can’t. Stop. If you open the doors to my filth, there will only be one way out, and that will be you saying no and getting out of my sight. I won’t be able to hold back from pushing your limits. I won’t be able to control my urges.”