Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them over her hips and thighs until they too, drop to the floor at her feet.
Next, I unhook her bra, letting it hang on her arms at her elbows as I fondler her breasts for a few moments. When I’m satisfied with that, I step around to her front, push her arms together, and let the bra join the dress and the panties.
Then I just look at her. For being so small, she’s got nice wide hips. Almost an hourglass figure. Her breasts aren’t overly big, but they are very perky and tight. She blushes at my full attention, which is why I do it. I like them to blush. It’s kind of a challenge back at me, if they don’t. A red flag that we’ll have trouble in the future.
But Star is sending me all the right signals. And if someone had asked me back in that jail cell if I could see her as my next sub, I’d have laughed out loud.
Yet, here we are.
I reach over and play with her long, dark hair as I lock eyes with her again. “You’re perfect.”
She smiles in response. Clearly delighted to please me.
Which makes me want to please her.
Normally, I’d probably start choking her now. But I’m not sure that’s the way to get what we need. Which is answers. So instead, I point to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
She does this by slowly lowering her hands onto the bed and crawling in. Giving me the perfect back view of her glistening pink pussy. Then, it’s gone. Because she turns over, completing my command.
I crawl onto the bed, place my hands on her knees to open her legs, and slide between them. Then I grab her hips and pull her close to me so that the shaft of my dick is pressing up against her wet and open pussy.
She’s biting her lip now, clearly ready, and I’m not interested in teasing her any further. So in one well-practiced movement, I reach up with my hand, press it against her throat, and at the same time, the other hand expertly positions my cock at her entrance.
A moment later, I press and thrust. Slipping inside her as my hand starts the choke.
Her eyelids flutter and I wait for it.
I wait for her to see the stars….
19 - STAR
The pressure on my neck is both exciting and scary. I’ve never done anything like this before, and if I were ever going to start a new life in the world of doms and subs, I would one-hundred percent not choose a guy like Quaid.
I would choose someone less intense. Someone more comfortable showing emotion. Someone who wanted to explore the softer side of control. Because Quaid doesn’t seem to have a soft side.
Which should frighten me—but it doesn’t.
Perhaps I am naïve?
More likely, I am just stupid.
Because he’s a very serious person and even though our conversation beforehand felt in depth while we were having it, I find that the pressure of his hand on my neck is much more of a turn on than I expected.
It’s dangerous. I understand this on a rational level, but… it feels good. And in this moment, when the darkness is encroaching on my vision like a hood being thrown over my head, all I can feel is anticipation.
“Stars,” he whispers. “See the stars.”
At first I think he’s calling me by name, but then the stars appear and I know he’s not. I understand where this is going and it’s… beautiful. The tiny bits of light start as pinpricks. The space around them more gray than black.
But it only takes a moment for that to change. For the lights to brighten and expand while the black turns to emptiness.
I am lightheaded, gasping for air, and then… the song is all around me and I’m running through a maze. I don’t stop and listen, of course—one doesn’t stop in the middle of your flight-or-flight response to ponder the specifics of the situation—but I fully understand that the Minotaur is behind me and I am running for my life.
Two seconds ago I was in bed, being sexually choked out by a man who absolutely knows what he’s doing, and ready to have the orgasm of my lifetime—and now I’m in this damn maze being chased by a monster.
“Faster!” Quaid yells behind me. “Go faster!”
I glance behind me, find his panicked face urging me on, and kick it up into my last gear. We’re wearing clothes in this dream—or whatever it is—but just barely. I’m wearing my dress, but no bra, and my flopping girls are not happy about the running. I have no shoes—which seems to be OK since the floor is very smooth stone.
Quaid is also half-dressed. Like we were interrupted while getting dressed. He’s got no shirt or shoes, just pants.