Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
There’s no stopping my lips from becoming agape or my salivating.
With a body like that, it’s almost easy to forget the blood, sweat, and tears it’s taken to get where I am at this point in my life. Okay, so maybe not actual blood outside of the occasional ripped fingernail when I’m scrubbing floors or shitty-ass toilets extra hard, but I have slaved away to meet the qualifications for grants and scholarships, and I’ll be damned if I put my graduation mission on pause because of one billionaire’s hedonistic desires.
As Elias steps into the shower, I again, have to remind myself of my academic accomplishments because from where I’m sitting, throwing them all away never looked so fucking good.
A drop of spit brazenly drips out the side of my mouth while watching the wet dream come to life approach. I use it to slick my lips, preparing to mindlessly obey him all over again when the three silver blades from the razor in his hands catches the bathroom light.
Wait…was he serious about shaving me?!
That’s not…
And he shouldn’t….
I can’t…
Filthy, taboo thoughts create an unbearable blizzard in my mind forcing me to abandon the action of bursting his overly inflated ego in the morning in order to flee now.
The ice in Elias’s tone however stops my movements. “Were you given another order?”
“N-n-no,” I initially stammer, fear igniting itself again, “but I don’t think I’m cool with this. I-”
“You do not move during playtime without my permission.”
“I-”
“This is where you say, ‘thank you, sir’ for not immediately punishing you, little doll,” he grits out, clearly displeased. “This is your first infraction. I’ll let it go with a warning. Do not make disobeying me a habit.”
The dark promise in Elias’s eyes sends another round of anxious adrenaline flooding through me.
“Open. Wider.”
With my bottom lip trembling, I push my slender legs outward, led by both trepidation and untamed curiosity. Hot traitorous tears roll down my already clammy cheeks during their descent to the warm floor. Between my thighs, Elias sits on his haunches. Keeps his shoulders poised. Head high. Composure unshakable. At least it is until he breathes me in like a man relieved to be taking in the first light of day.
Like a man being gifted something on a spiritual altar.
Still, in spite of his admiring glances, my hands curl into tight little fists at my sides.
“Relax.”
I jump the instant Elias’s thumb softly touches my clit prior to releasing a pleased sigh.
Unfortunately, my initial, antsy reaction causes him to clench his jaw and give the tiny nub a little pinch. “I’d hate to see the ramifications of your disobedience had I led with the razor in lieu of my thumb, little doll.” His eyes hold mine hostage in a harsher fashion. “Blood on my marble would not have been any more well received than having to call my concierge doctor, Dr. Hans Ueno.”
“S-s-s-sorry, sir,” my voice, which is weighed down by alarm and a blossoming desire, hardly reaches him.
God, I hope he doesn’t make me repeat it louder.
“You must be properly groomed, little doll,” his tone is surprisingly gentle as his thumb coaxes curls away from my slit. “It actually pleases me to do the adjusting on my new toy’s packaging…”
I momentarily glance down and am gifted the glorious sight of his stacked muscles and swollen cock that I hate myself for wanting to feel inside.
Soft skimming around my inner and outer folds continues until he hungrily coos, “Ahhhh… There she is.”
Heat from excitement quickly transposes into heat from embarrassment.
Ohmygod, he’s probably thinking something awful like “this is a werewolf pussy.”!
Damn it! I knew I shouldn’t have given away that Christmas gift card to The Wax Museum Mrs. Calloway gave me. I just…I never thought I’d need a Brazilian and damn sure didn’t think my eyebrows were bad enough she had to “tip me” into getting them done!
There’s the faintest twitch from my thighs that prompts Elias to warn, “Close them, and you will be punished.”
“S-s-sorry, sir.”
“Stop apologizing,” my muscley billionaire master grouses, “and start learning.”
“Yes, sir.”
He lets the corner of his lips twist upward. “Exactly like that.”
Part of me hates that I want his approval, but the other part of me, the part of me his hot breath is hitting, and coarse finger is stroking loves it.
Elias retrieves a small jar from the nearby selection on the built-in shelf and slathers silky shaving cream to the hairy area. Calming lavender infuses my nostrils, relaxing my thighs outward. “That’s amazing.”
Like a man who does this every day or every other day, he skillfully drags the razor over my pouting pussy lips. His dedication to being careful as well as tender makes me wish I could reach over and thank his pensive mouth with an equally warm kiss. The fascination of his fascination has me slowly sliding my ass to the edge of the seat to give him better access. Each methodical move he executes forces me to grow flush and wet. He crawls closer on his knees causing my breath to catch, yet when his hand caresses my hip I swear I stop breathing altogether. As if I’m nothing more than the little toy he claims I am, I position my lithe legs wider, granting all the access he could ever dream. I keep myself completely open. Absolutely vulnerable to his fingers, his tongue, his cock that I can’t stop thinking about.