Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Fuck, she feels so good. Does she like this or would she ask me to stop if she could? A darkness inside of me spreads through my chest; something forbidden and devious takes a hold of me. Right now, I have all the power. I can do whatever I want. She is completely at my mercy. I’ve never felt this kind of power before, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this very much.
I tilt her hips up a little more, driving deeper into her ass while her limp body is compliant beneath me.
Shit. I could fuck her like this forever. I don’t want this to end. I pound her tight hole for what feels like a few minutes. I keep thrusting deep and hard until my muscles scream and my breathing becomes erratic. I still don’t stop. It only edges me on more.
My movements become rougher, I ram my cock inside of her so hard I forget where I am and that she can’t tell me to stop or that it hurts. I just keep fucking her until I’m lost. Until I can only hear the rough slapping together of our bodies and feel the tightness around my cock.
When I finally come, I come so fucking hard I see stars. Ropes and ropes of cum spurt out of my dick to paint her insides. My balls tighten painfully as they pump everything they have inside of her.
I groan and collapse onto her limp body, where I try to regain a little sense of myself. My mind is hazy with the intense release. My breathing is out of control, and my heart racing in my chest.
What the fuck just happened?
I feel like I’ve had an out-of-body experience, of sorts. I let my instinct take over and my inner demon run wild.
Fuck. Is all I can think right now.
Slowly, the fog clears from my mind and reality begins to set back in. I push myself off Maya in horror. Fuck. What if I was too rough? Shit, I was definitely too rough, I decide.
Panic settles in, and I quickly slip out of her and sit back on my knees to inspect her. Her asshole is red around the rim, but there is no blood. I sigh a little in relief, hoping that I really didn’t hurt her.
I get up from the bed and tuck my now limp dick back into my pants. Walking to the shelf, I grab a small towel from one of the baskets and take it back to the bed. I gently wipe between her legs until all the lube and cum are gone from her skin. I drop the towel on the ground next to the mask and climb back onto the bed.
Grabbing her arm, I roll her over onto her back so she can see my face. Her expression remains lifeless as our gazes lock. I know she is shocked, probably angry, but maybe a little relieved too, that it was me and not some random guy. I won’t know what she really thinks until the toxin has worn off.
I inspect the rest of her body, making sure I didn’t hurt her without meaning to. I scan every inch of her. I don’t find any marks other than some red handprints around her hips, where I was holding onto her. I hope that won’t leave bruises, but I’m certain it might.
Regret at what I’ve done weasels its way into my mind, but I shove it down. She was going to do this with some random guy who could have seriously hurt her. Just the thought of some other guy touching her has anger boiling in my veins.
Instead of feeling guilty, I get up from the bed and grab her clothes from the rack next to the door.
I’m dressing her lifeless body in her clothes when I notice her fingers twitch. The drug is letting up and soon she’ll be able to walk and talk again. I don’t have time for that to happen. I want her out of this place and somewhere safe.
Once she is completely clothed, I look at her face again, where I find her staring daggers at me. Oh, she is definitely pissed. She can be pissed all she wants at me. I did this for her, to keep her safe while also playing out my own personal fantasy.
Walking to the door, I reach for the knob and open it. One of the bouncers is standing guard in front of the door.
“You done? Or you want another dose?” he asks nonchalantly.
“I’m done, but I’m taking her home with me,” I announce.
“You paid for two hours, not to take her home,” he counters.
“I don’t care what you say. She is going with me.” I stand my ground.
The guy huffs in annoyance and pushes past me into the room. I follow him, ready to fight if he tries to touch Maya. He simply stands next to the bed, looking down at Maya. “Wanna go home with this guy blink twice, wanna stay here blink three times.”