Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Do you think that comes as any surprise to me? I’m well aware of my faults and weaknesses. You are not telling me anything I haven’t already told myself.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
“If that makes you glad, you’ll be so much happier once I get started in earnest.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Do us both a favor, and don’t play dumb. You’ve made questionable decisions, I’ll grant you, but I doubt you’re stupid. You know exactly what I mean.”
Where to begin? So many options. I’m a boy in front of a Christmas tree, gifts galore spread out as far as the eye can see. The only question is, which do I unwrap first?
“What are you doing?” She makes a weak attempt at bucking me off when I kneel on the bed and run a hand up her bare leg.
“What do you think? I’m having a little fun. I might as well, right? I’m certainly not getting what I need from you in any other way.”
She flinches when my hand creeps higher and higher over her bare thigh. “So soft,” I murmur, genuinely impressed. “So nice to touch. Do you really want to deny me the opportunity to touch you?”
Gritting her teeth, her response is as I suspected. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
“That’s a shame. But you aren’t going to get what you want. I would tell you I’m sorry, but that would be a lie.” I dig my fingers in up high, close to her hip, and her strangled gasp only makes me grip her harder. The need to mark her is feral. “You and I, we haven’t had nearly as much fun as we could. I plan to rectify that.”
“And what does that mean?” she whispers, struggling fruitlessly against the shirt holding her wrists immobile over her head.
“See this?” Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my phone. “Maybe it’s time I remind your father what’s at stake.”
Horror is the only word to describe what washes over her face, almost contorting it into something unrecognizable. “You wouldn’t do that!”
“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? Of course, I would. Gladly, since the son of a bitch is playing one big game of chicken. Wanting to see which of us will blink first. We’ll see how much blinking he’s willing to do once he gets a look at his baby girl tied to my bed.” She starts twisting, screaming out her rage and indignation. All I can do is laugh while inside a storm has begun to rage.
Dammit, she is tempting. Such spirit, too. Practically begging me to break that spirit, to grind her into nothing but a pliant, malleable thing I can use for my pleasure, at my will.
But no, on second thought. I like her better this way. Trying to kick me, snarling, working herself into a sweat with every ineffectual swing of her leg, every time she tries to drive a knee into some part of me or another.
“All you’re doing is exhausting yourself,” I murmur, clicking my tongue in mock concern. “You have to know nothing is going to change, no matter how you fight. So why bother?”
“You’re disgusting, and foul, and a horrible human.”
“Once again, tell me something I don’t already know.”
She wails in dismay when I fondle her tits, judging their size, holding up my phone with my other hand in a silent threat. She surprises me by gritting her teeth, an animal growl stirring in her chest as she begins tugging the shirt in earnest. She fights so hard, in fact, the knot I tied at the headboard begins to loosen.
“Settle down,” I warn, leaning over her to fix the problem.
All that does is create another problem, namely the way she fights and wiggles and rubs herself against me in her struggle. I close my eyes and force a shaky breath into my lungs. I have her right where I want her, utterly in my control. It would take nothing to finally claim her and, perhaps if I’m lucky, cleanse her from my system. That might be what I need to calm the storm raging just beneath the surface.
Raging like the erection I now have, thanks to the way she bucks and writhes beneath me.
“Oh, yes,” I murmur, breathing heavier. “Keep going. Just like that. All you’re doing is making me harder.”
Her features fill with utter disgust. “Fuck you.”
“I would much rather fuck you, Elena.” Once I’m convinced she’s secure, I back away slightly but remain on the bed. “Why didn’t your father regret letting me keep you under my control? Knowing he could have spared you this if only he had played fair?”
She turns her face away from me, and anger starts to seep into my pores. I take hold of her jaw, pressing my fingers tight. “If he had only been a man and lived up to his word, his sweet little girl wouldn’t have to go through this. Maybe after I take a few photos of you all splayed out and ready for me, I’ll treat him to the sight of my cum dripping from your pussy. How do you think he’d like that?”