Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“May I touch you?”
“No. Lay on your back. Hands above your head. Hold the headboard.”
I did. I lost his fingers. I lost his mouth, but then I caught sight of him undressing, taking off his button-up shirt, taking off his suit pants. He ran his fingers through his hair with both hands and then his warm strong hands were on my knees, lifting them up and opening my legs wide. His head descended right between my legs and his tongue hit the bullseye immediately. I let go of the headboard and grabbed his hair and moaned.
His head lifted and he slapped my leg and then grabbed my face. “I said hold the headboard. Don’t let go.”
Holy fuck. Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. I was gonna come without him even touching me again.
I shuddered and grabbed the headboard.
“Naughty girl. Now you don’t get my tongue. Now I get to fuck your mouth.”
I whimpered and he climbed up and got his knees under my armpits. Oh yes, I wanted it in my mouth. Bad.
“Oh, Dare. Please fuck my mouth.”
“Oh, you want that?” He pumped his cock in a fist a few times and the tip touched my chin but then he moved back, just out of my reach.
“I do.”
“Say please.”
“Please, Dare.”
“You’re a naughty girl. You’re my naughty girl.”
“Yes, Dare. I’m your naughty girl. But I’ll be a good girl. Please may I suck that beautiful cock?”
The second the word ‘cock’ left my mouth his cock entered it. I grabbed his hips with both hands
“No.” He pulled out and slapped my breast. “Hold the headboard, Angel.”
I was panting. I was soaking wet and I needed him soon or I’d combust.
I held the headboard and waited, panting like a bitch in heat.
He moved down and leaned over my face and got his mouth by my ear.
“Be good and you can have it. But be naughty if you want more spanking, baby.” He whispered this and I immediately let go of the headboard and scampered until I was at his crotch and I flipped him so that he fell onto his back and then I was straddling his face and had my face down at his crotch. I got his cock in my mouth and then I got his hand hard across my ass. I moaned. His other hand came down and he grabbed me by the hair and roughly pushed my head so that his cock went deeper. That hand stayed on the back of my head fisting my hair while the other slapped me right on the pussy. I started to tremble, hard.
He came down my throat and I came with his tongue inside of me, his mouth working by sucking my clit.
Wow. Amazing. Every day with my Master kept getting better and better.
The next morning, we were eating cheese omelets and his phone started again. He went outside with it for a while and came back in and told me he needed to take off for the day. He pinned me against the wall with his hips and said into my ear, “While I’m gone you be my good girl, okay?”
I nodded.
“But tonight, when I get back, I want your hair curly. And I want you to be naughty. All right, my baby? Very naughty.”
“Okay,” I whispered. My nipples hardened at the words and at the look in his eyes.
He kissed me deeply and for a long time, and then he left.
I had to get back to where Tommy and the girls all were. Shit had hit the fan the night before and Tommy needed me. He, Lisa, and I were sitting down and having it out. Lisa had a meltdown and had gone off on Tommy, screamed about him killing Pop in front of the other girls, shattering a mirror, and Tommy said it’d been a nightmare. Tia had spewed the truth out to settle Lisa down and it did but Lisa hadn’t spoken a word since.
What’d happened to the sweet girl? Was she having an Angel-style meltdown? Taken out of her carefully constructed world of pretending and after the miscarriage now she couldn’t hack it? I threw her life into a tailspin, ripped her world apart by telling her we knew her secrets. And it made everything unravel for her. Poor thing. Poor thing, yeah, but we couldn’t let her put our family in jeopardy, either. Tommy and I needed to do damage control.
As for my Angel, I was trying out a new method. Getting her to be naughty. I was keeping her obedient during the day and naughty when it was the two of us, using sex. When all the drama bullshit was over I’d opt for naughty more and more until eventually I just let her decide who she needed to be. If I did that and eased her out of the slave world but kept the Master card in my back pocket and saved it in case she had a meltdown it could work. I hoped it would. The night before had been hot, her going crazy like that to get a spanking. I got hard while driving just thinking about it.