Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
"Get ready, sweet June," I say softly, just loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough to make her question whether that was really what I said. I leave her flushed yet pale, and I'm out the door. I don't give a fuck about the exhibition, my mind too preoccupied with June and what I want to do with her.
Won't be long now.
28
Parker
I'm fucking another girl today. I don't remember her name, which I'm pretty sure she whispered in my ear huskily when I got to the club. That was right before she dragged me into one of the private rooms. I'm riding her hard, my dick hurting her deep inside. The girl clenches, desperately begging for more.
"Yes, baby," she moans for me, just how I like it. But there's too much acceptance here. She likes pain and even embraces it. I want her to fucking hurt like I'm hurting. But every time I pound harder, she just moans for more instead of asking me to stop or pleading like June did. I take her ponytail in my hand and pull it back roughly, yanking her head back. She looks at me with shock, the surprise wild in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she wants to know, her voice raspy with a hint of the fear I so desire.
"Making you come," I tell her with a wicked smile. I step away from her, my rock-hard cock sliding out of her pussy as she begs for more. I'm not done just yet. I look around the room as the music from the front room of the club pounds, like my heartbeat pulsing the blood through my veins. It's equipped for what we're doing right now, which is precisely the reason I came here.
Club Zero is a new discovery, and it's the perfect way to get loose. I heard of it through word of mouth, though apparently, no one can talk about it. As soon as I walked in there for the first time, I realized why. It's a sex club. A place where people meet up to fuck each other. While no money is exchanged, the costly membership more than makes up for it.
There are rules, of course. Rules that I love to break.
My eyes land on an assortment of sex toys discreetly placed in a chest of drawers. My hands linger on a few of them, but none of them please me. And then I have a winning idea. I grab my tie from the pile of clothes I came in wearing and stretch it between my arms, approaching the girl again.
She's my type; they are all tall, willowy, and lithe. She's got nothing on June, though, and once again, I'm left wanting more. However, the look of shock in her eyes excites me, and that'll have to do for now. I snap the tie in my hands and grab the girl in my arms before she can make a run for it. She yelps, but it's too fucking late. I've already taken her panties from their spot on the floor and stuffed them in her mouth, shutting her up.
I follow up with my tie, tying it tightly around her neck. As she stares at me with a mix of horror and horniness, I flip her facedown on the bed. I grab her thrashing foot and knot the other end of the tie to her ankle, making sure it’s nice and tight. She whimpers something I can't hear, and I soon realize she's in a tricky position.
She has to stay nice and upright, otherwise my tie could choke her. The look in her eyes is wild and shocked, but her heart is pounding with desire. I can fucking tell she loves this. I grab her ankle as I approach her, my cock stiff and ready for her.
"Here we go," I say softly, my gentle voice the opposite of my rough touch. I step closer until I'm positioned at her entrance, her pussy dripping wet and ready for me. "Take it deep," I order her and tease her with my tip on her lips. She moans for more, but I've had enough of the gentleness. With a single thrust, I push my whole length as deep as I can.
She cries through the pain, hot tears falling down her face, but I'm nowhere near done. I don't stop until her pussy is filled with my cum. I don't stop as she whimpers for me to do so. I only finish when I'm done and finally spent, untying her so she falls like an old rag doll.
I press a kiss to her cheek, smiling broadly as I get dressed, watching our juices running down her leg. I imagine hurting her more—calling her names, slicing into her skin, scratching her with my sharp nails—but I mustn't. I must be careful. It's never been more important than it is right now.