Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Juno is flustered, and she’s cute when she is. “I…I didn’t have a choice.”
“Did you choose to watch me? Did you choose to make yourself come thinking about me?”
She reaches up and covers her hands with her face. “You’re confusing me, Malcolm.”
“That’s the last thing that I want. I’m sorry that you felt that you didn’t have a choice, but that’s why I’m giving you one now. I want you to stay here. I want you to honor our agreement, but only because you want to be here. Because you want to be mine and see how this goes.”
“And if I do, what does that say about me?”
“That you take what you want and not care about what people think about you. That you’re willing to explore the options that make you happy and bring you pleasure.”
She shudders and closes her eyes, but I feel her relax underneath me, and I know that she’ll agree. Maybe someday I’ll be able to explain why I want her so much—the need to consume her so powerful that I have to keep her close. Right now it only matters that she’s going to say yes.
“I can always leave?”
“Give me a week,” I say, “and then I’ll ask you again. You’ll sleep on that mattress, and I’ll sleep here, unless I’m fucking you. If you still want to stay, we’ll get you a room. Then give me a month, and we’ll check in again. If you’re happy, you’re mine for the semester. And if then—”
She cuts me off, “I’m yours for the year?”
“You’re getting the idea,” I say with a grin.
“And what do I do while I’m your…pet?” she says the word with hesitation.
I shrug. “Whatever I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it.”
“I’m not sacrificing my class work for you,” she says.
“And I wouldn’t ask you to.”
“Okay,” she says. “Then what—”
This time I’m the one to cut her off. “Right now that we have an agreement, I’m going to tell you to stop talking. Because we have some unfinished business that involves me fucking you into oblivion, and the rest can come later.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond, kissing her hard and pressing her deeper into the mattress before pulling away just long enough to grab a couple of ties from my dresser. “After you left this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And while I was in the shower I saw you tied to my bed. I may not have done it last night, but I’m going to do it now,” I say.
Her mouth parts, and then she closes it again, realizing that I’ve told her to keep quiet. Good girl. I know that tying a girl up with neckties is cliché, but I don’t have anything else right now. I can always fix that later.
I wrap a tie around each wrist and attach them to my headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to make sure that she knows that she’s not going anywhere.
“Tell me you’re mine, Juno.”
She closes her eyes, and even though she flushes red, she says it, “I’m yours.”
“Good. And don’t bother to hold back with the screaming. No one will mind.”
I grab condoms from a drawer and drop my jeans to the floor. I have plans for this girl, and my first plan is to make her scream. Tossing the condoms onto the bed beside her, I grab her thighs and pull them apart. “What are you doing?” she gasps as I pull her panties down her thighs.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I tell her before I lick into her. Juno’s pussy is soaking wet, rich and sweet and drenched with that perfect flavor. Holy shit.
I’ve never been shy about eating pussy—I love it and the sounds that go along with it, but Juno takes the fucking cake. Hell, she practically tastes like cake. She moans, and all the blood in my body floods to my dick. Even with her hands tied, she’s squirming so much under my mouth and tongue that I have to hold her down.
Using my tongue, I ravage her clit. Circles and figure eights before dragging it down and fucking her with it. She goes even more liquid, her body utterly melting under my mouth.
Mmm, I love the way she tastes, and I get to have it any time. Juno is pulling against the ties on her hands, and I wonder if they were free if she’d be running her fingers through my hair. I might like that.
Bringing up my tongue to her clit again, I work underneath it in smooth, even strokes until she’s gasping. Writhing. Moaning. Begging. And I give it to her. I push her over the edge until she’s shaking, coming all over my mouth and I drink her down.
And then I do it again.