Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
"I know."
"Good. Come."
He helps me get up and guides me out of the restaurant. We walk to the elevator in silence, and when the doors close, he pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
"Talk, angel."
"I..." I hesitate.
"Now."
"I was convinced I was pregnant," I blurt out. "I missed my period, and I was waiting for it, but it never came. I got my hopes up, Xavier, and I'm so, so sorry. I ruined the evening."
I bury my face in his chest, and he holds me tightly. His arms wrap around me, holding me close and making me feel safe.
"Why are you sorry?" he asks after a few minutes.
"Because it's my fault," I mutter. "You're disappointed."
"I could never be disappointed in you, Tallulah," he whispers. "Never."
The doors slide open and we walk into our suite.
He pulls me to the couch, and I collapse onto the soft cushions. He kneels before me, gripping my face with both his hands.
"Look at me, angel," he whispers. "Why are you sad?"
"Because I wanted a baby," I whimper. "And it was a false alarm."
"It's alright," he says, kissing me gently. "I'm sorry, too."
"You have nothing to apologize for."
"I'm sorry because I wanted to have a child with you so desperately, angel," he whispers.
Tears form in the corners of my eyes. He brushes them away with his thumbs, kissing my cheeks.
"There will be a next time," he whispers. "But now, it's time to let me in."
I frown. "What do you mean?"
"It's time you give yourself to me," he replies. "Or I'll have to torture those orgasms out of you."
I swallow hard. "I can't."
"You can," he breathes. "If you don't want to, I won't do a thing. But I think we need this."
"Please, Xavier."
"Please, what?" he growls, pulling away. "Please, don't do it, or please, help me?"
I hesitate. "I can't."
"You can, Tallulah. I won't push you if you don't want to," he says. "But you have to tell me."
"Do it," I reply. "Take it from me."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I whisper. "Make it go away. Please."
Xavier nods, and helps me up. I look at the massive four-poster bed, the sheets turned down.
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Trust me," he says, taking my hand. "Trust me, and I will make it all better."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I take a deep breath and nod. "Okay."
He leads me to the bed and pulls me down. We kiss, tongues intertwined, bodies pressed together, and I moan softly.
"Let me get you out of these clothes," he whispers, pushing the dress off my shoulders.
"Xavier..."
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry," I blurt out.
He frowns. "What are you apologizing for, angel?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"I... I don't know."
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
I hesitate.
"Out with it, angel," he commands. "Tell me what's on your mind."
"I've been so bad," I say quietly.
"How so?"
"I..."
"What is it, angel?"
"I... I'm on my period," I confess. "I was late, but I got it this morning."
Xavier is silent for a moment, staring at me, before he laughs.
"Is that all?" he chuckles. "Angel, why didn't you just tell me?"
"I was scared," I say. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," he murmurs. "We don't have to have sex today."
"I thought you'd be angry."
"Never, angel," he replies. "Unless you're bad."
"Am I bad?"
"Not right now," he whispers.
"What are we going to do, then?"
He grins. "Do you trust me?"
"Always."
"Good. Strip and lie down."
I get up, peeling the dress off my body and kicking it to the floor. I'm wearing a pair of silk panties, and a matching bra, the cups padded so it's not visible. Xavier's eyes rake over my body.
"So fucking perfect," he growls.
I lie down, and he grabs my ankle, tying it to the post. My heartbeat quickens.
"Xavier..."
"Don't move," he commands. "Or I'll have to hurt you."
"Are you going to...?"
"Torture the orgasms out of you? Yes," he confirms, tying my other foot to the post. "But you'll enjoy every second."
"I've never done this before," I say.
"Neither have I," he smirks. "But I'll enjoy myself."
"I'll stain the bedsheets."
"So be it," he smirks. "Spread your legs, Tallulah."
"Please, don't..."
"I'm going to eat that pussy until you come," he groans. "And when you do, I'm going to lick every last drop of blood and cum off you. Do you understand?"
"I..."
"You said you trusted me," he growls. "So trust me. And obey."
"Yes, Master," I say.
He slides a finger into my panties, brushing his thumb against my clit. I gasp, arching my back, but the restraints won't let me move.
"Don't hold back," he murmurs, pushing the panties down. "You'll regret it if you do."
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"This."
He spreads my legs wider and dives down, his tongue lapping at my pussy. I'm wet, dripping. And not just because I'm bleeding.
Xavier's fingers spread my pussy wide, and his tongue flicks against my clit. I groan, the sounds leaving my lips almost inhuman.
"Please," I cry out.
"Not yet, angel," he growls.