Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Here.” Jack slips his arm from over my shoulders and takes the box, flipping it open with his thumb as I cover my mouth, muffling the excited scream that tumbles from my lips.
It’s only partly from the gleaming emeralds that dot the eyes of a platinum teddy bear with a keyhole in his belly. The rest of him is set with tiny, shimmering diamonds, there’s a small key in the box as well and containing my excitement becomes impossible.
I bounce on the sofa cushion as Jackson’s fingers slip under the elastic around the top of my thigh and dive right into what feels like the center of my soul.
“Take it out of the box, baby. This is so you’ll always know you are mine. Because, you are mine. You belong to me. And this little bear will help remind you if you ever forget.”
He swirls his fingers around my clit and there’s a tiger inside me that is determined to claw its way out. I hold the jewelry in my hands, resting my head on the back of the sofa, moaning and opening my legs, wanting more.
“But, it’s more than just a pretty collar for my little girl. It’s got sensors, when it’s against your skin, it’s sending me all sorts of data. Your temperature, your pulse rate, if you’re moving or being still and…if your wet or dry.”
“Wet,” I mumble.
“Yes, baby. A different kind of wet than this.”
I flutter my eyes open to see him licking the slick sheen off his fingers, then taking the necklace and locking it with the key around my neck.
“I’m the only one that can take this off.” A low rumble vibrates from his chest as his fingers return to my willing, waiting and wet pussy. “You want more?”
”More,” I manage on a desperate croak. “More.”
“You earned it earlier. I’ll reward you when you are good. Sometimes with good feelings down here…” His voice glides into me like honey into warm tea. “Special feelings for my baby from Daddy to only you. Now, another rule…you always tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you tell me, lil’ mint. Always, I’ll want to know.”
“It does feel good. Like nothing ever before.”
“Have you ever touched yourself? Can you remember?”
My face flushes with his question and I’m so distracted but I try to think then answer. “I think so. Maybe? But, I don’t remember this feeling. I remember trying, I think, but that’s all.”
I want to turn and mount his lap, needing the friction. My nipples are in painful, taut peaks and my body is making demands that are impossible to ignore.
His eyes look like he’s on fire. Burning up like me. “Be a good girl, and I’ll make the good feeling even better.”
There’s music in my head. Something I don’t recognize. But it swells and surges with the feelings in my core.
“Kiss me,” he says, the words harsh and commanding as Jack leans forward, his fingers exploring my opening, and I need more of everything he’s offering.
I obey, reaching up and pulling his face to me as his lips consume mine. His tongue swipes between my lips, warm and full as I melt into the sofa.
The wetness between my legs gushes and I hear the sound of it as his fingers move between my legs. The kiss ignites something deeper as Jack moans and makes his own painful sounds, his big body turning toward me as a finger breaches my opening, sliding until the tightness down low stabs me with a pinprick of pain.
I gasp and Jack pulls back, that fire in his eyes turning dark. “That’s what you’ve saved for me.” He eases his finger in and out, not pushing any deeper, and the tension in my belly is ready to explode.
“I want…” Is all I can manage as he withdraws his hand, his brow tight as the need he’s created becomes a monster inside of me, demanding release.
I tug the front of the dress down, popping the weight of my breasts from the bra and spinning in one movement to straddle him, the aching between my legs turning me feral.
The huge bulge under his fly is my salvation, giving me the friction I need as Jack’s hand flies to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and jerking my head back.
“You want to come?” He growls. “You trying to drive me crazy?”
“Yes,” I mutter, not knowing which question I’m answering. I gasp, my breathing labored as though there’s no oxygen. “I want to be a good girl.”
“You are. Show Daddy how you’ll fuck him when the time comes. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock like your life depends on it.”
His mouth captures a sensitive spot on my neck and I yelp as he lands a hard slap on the side of my ass, raking his teeth upward until he bites at my earlobe, hissing in a desperate tone. “Show me how you fuck, little girl. Show Daddy what feels good.”