Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
There’s no denying the twinge that the words spark. “You need more than caffeine, vaimoni. Need sleep.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t typically do that without you.”
“Will make up for lost hours.” I push the cleaning tool into the water. “If you let me.”
“I’m sure you most certainly will do whatever it takes for the rest of the week, Pet.”
Growling in anticipation is the only response I can conjure.
And the sexual torture continues.
At least now there’s a chance of a happy ending – pun intended.
“I’ll be addressing the guilty party and the fed in the morning.”
Proper lathering from me casually begins. “Would you like Yavok there for any reason?”
“No, Evans is capable of doing his job.”
The bite hurts no matter how much I wish it didn’t.
“However, you may be of service later…during his punishment.”
“Vor ili politseyskiy?”
Her devilish smirk stirs my shaft, forcing my lips to seal tightly together to suppress another greedy grumble. I resist the urge to push the issue to proceed with my cleansing mission. Silence starts to settle into the room once more except, instead of allowing it to get comfortable, my wife unleashes a loud, erotic sigh and spreads her legs so wide that they knock into the edges of the tub. She then coyly sinks her frame back beneath the bubbles while smiling wildly.
My hands continue to gently scrub the areas within reach as she leans over and winds her fingers around my leash, droplets of water dancing across the top of the surface like tiny applause of excitement. The first yank forward isn’t gentle. Isn’t meant to do anything less than remind me of who is in control of the situation. Yet the next has her relocating the end of the ropelike object into the water.
And the pull that follows redirects my frame closer.
Puts my face just a breath away from hers.
Grants me the ability to feather her lips but not truly taste them.
Evidently, that torment alone isn’t enough to placate the wet, wicked woman beneath me. She begins a slow tugging motion, one that causes our open mouths to brush over and over again. Her heated, choppy breath effortlessly swells my cock, commanding it to full attention in its white confines. It immediately thumps once against the outer tub in objection to being ignored and a second time in a more imploring nature for her touch.
Her gaze.
Anything.
Pre-cum shamelessly seeps from my tip, soaking through the fabric until it’s being smeared in desperation across the marble fixture.
Remy’s curvy figure repeatedly rolls itself into the motions with her hazel eyes following the sequence into the back of her head. The familiar expression paired to her panting and undulation of the fluid tells me exactly what’s happening below the water.
The activity that I’m eagerly watching but not invited to participate in.
Being left with no other choice, I do as I’m expected.
I drink in the way her knees play peek-a-boo with the edge of the water each time she rocks her hips upward on a furious stroke and stifle my groans every time her toned figure trembles in ecstasy. I charily inch the sponge up her parted inner thigh, anxious to feel her fingers skim the skin of mine as they relentlessly rub her clit and gluttonously grind her closer toward the orgasm I wanna see.
Fucking need to feel.
All of a sudden, the frenzied circular motions are interrupted by frantic, tiny curls inward that cause her back to bow.
Water to spill over the edge of the tub.
Her hardened nipples to tease my strained arm.
Whimpers and whines and whispers unrelentingly slip into the air, daring me to come despite not being touched. Promising me long overdue pleasure if I just defy the silent test being given.
Once more defy my wife’s trust during our most sacred time.
No.
Absolutely. Fucking. Not.
I won’t lose the love of my life because my dick couldn’t hold it together.
Especially considering we’ve endured worse.
For longer.
Never again will my own unchecked selfishness ruin what I’ve worked so hard to have.
The tip of Remy’s tongue steals a small swipe of mine, pushing my balls to tighten past the point of pain, yet I don’t allow mine to follow it. Or retaliate.
I simply stay completely still.
Keep my wolfish grunts trapped behind gritted teeth.
Visually ravish the sight of her orgasm through thin slits.
“Want me to come, Pet?” she salaciously taunts on another stolen lick of my lip. “Want Minun Herrani to come all over your leash?”
My answer is mostly made of air. “Da.”
Her frame bucks upward on a moaned, “Manners, Pet…”
“Da, pozhaluysta,” I crazily beg. “Please…please…come for Pet.” The grit in my tone scrapes through the sliver of air separating us. “For your Pet.”
One last yank is taken prior to my wife unleashing the most sinful scream of my name, “Yavok!”
Our foreheads hammer into one another’s while she howls in pure pleasure. She digs her nails into the accessory for leverage as she shakes and sloshes water across my lower abs. Feeling the warmth wash over my cock, clinging to it the way I wish her pussy would, prompts more feral grumbles to rip themselves free from my throat. I mindlessly thrust into the water pouring over the edge pretending it’s her hand…her mouth…her ass. I huff and heave and huff, struggling not to come, inaudibly begging for air to return to my lungs to stop the burning in my lungs that matches the one in my balls.