Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Very good memory.”
She picked up the white tube that had been on the vanity table. Sometime in the middle of my being tied up she had put it on the edge of the tub.
“What’s in there, Tora?”
She undid the cap. “A lubricant blended for water. Most gels wash away in the bath—they’re thin, slip off, stop doing what they’re meant to. It makes sex rough in the water. This one binds and keeping everything oily and slippery.”
I groaned. “My cock and your pussy.”
She chuckled. “Yes.”
“Tora. . .you’re mine.”
“I am.” She squeezed the tube. This glossy cream swirled onto her palm.
“What are you going to do with that?”
Instead of answering me, she showed me. That hand full of cream went into the water and wrapped around my hard cock. “I’m going to do this.”
“Oh, fuck, Tora.”
A rush of pleasure surged through me.
She stroked my throbbing length with those cream-coated fingers. The sensation was intense, magnified by the slick lubricant and the heated water which enveloped us. It ignited a fire that was ready to consume me whole.
I shivered, despite the warmth, allowing a low grunt of appreciation to slip past my lips.
“Tora. . .” My voice was a low growl, reverberating through the steamy air.
Nerves I’d kept on high alert all day sank to her pace.
She went down to the base, fingers curling and uncurling, gradually increasing in pressure. Then, she slipped those fingers up to my pierced tip and the creamy lube amplified the slickness of the water and the cruel ecstasy of her control over me.
My thighs twitched involuntarily, straining against their restraints, and a low groan rolled from my chest. My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage, the rhythm matching the throbbing in my cock.
I tried to fuck her fisted hand, but the restraints on my ankles and wrists along with being suspended in the water made it all too difficult.
But I did my best, and the water rocked and sloshed, splashing liquid out of the tub.
Maybe because she’d been teasing me for so long, but I could already feel my climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that was increasing in intensity with her strokes. I was dangerously close to the edge, teetering at the precipice, ready to fall.
She must have sensed it too because she quickly released my cock.
I groaned in annoyance. “Put that hand back!”
“Are you ready to begin?”
“Fuck yes.”
She put her creamy hand back on my cock.
I sighed in relief.
She didn’t move it. “Now we will play.”
I barely understood her. The bath hummed around us; the world had narrowed to her creamy palm. This desperate throb threaded through me like a fuse lit at both ends.
“To be safe, I’m going to have one hand by yours, so if you can’t speak, then you can squeeze my—”
“Tora!” I glared at her. “It will take a whole lot more than fucking cuffs in a tub to kill me. I can yank them out if I want—”
“They are anchored pretty well—”
“Fuck being safe. I want your pussy. I want to cum and I want to watch you cum too. If I die so be it.”
“Mr. Dragon. . .” She frowned. “I would like you to stay alive.”
I sneered.
“Do you remember our rules?”
I spoke through clenched teeth, “Yes. I remember all the safe things. My mind is on safety right now. Oh God, safety. Safety. Fucking safety.”
“Good.” Slowly, she moved her other hand from the back of my head.
My head lowered along with my ears into the water.
Sound muffled again.
O-kay. What is she about to do?
I got so fucking excited.
She began stroking my cock again.
“God yes! Don’t stop, Tora!”
And then her free hand rested on my chest.
Mmmm.
Then, she pressed her palm against my chest, gently pushing me down.
What?
While she was still jacking me off, my body began to lower deeper into the water.
Oh shit.
Liquid rose over my mouth, my nose, my eyes. . .and for a stunned second my mind flashed that bright, animal lightning message of warning.
Yet she kept stroking my cock, and the panic dissolved like salt.
No breath in my lungs. My chest tightened, ribs pulling inward like they were trying to crush my heart.
My hips rocked my cock to the sensation of her creamy hand while my tongue pressed hard to the roof of my mouth, a useless instinct to trap what little air I had left.
My heartbeat slammed in my ears, a thick, wet drum that drowned out even the water. Pressure built behind my eyes, heat flooding my skull until it felt like the whole world had narrowed to this one aching need—breathe or cum.
And still. . .her hand stayed firm on my chest keeping me under water, her other hand milking my cock like she owned the last piece of me worth saving. Every stroke was magnified, electric, the slick glide turning almost unbearable with the ache in my lungs. The veins along my shaft throbbed in time with my pulse, each squeeze making my balls tighten harder, the weight of them heavy and swollen between my muscular thighs.