He made me fear him. Then he made me love him.
He’s insanely wealthy and infuriatingly sexy, but that isn’t what leaves my heart racing and my thighs clenching every time I think about him… and about the shameful things he does to me.
It isn’t looks or money that make me his. It is fear.
Fear of how he will punish me if I disobey, of how savagely he’ll reclaim me if I try to run.
Fear that I belong to him now, that I am his helpless plaything and nothing will ever change that.
But most of all, it is fear that he has made me love him.
Author: Zoe Blake
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 63,100 words
“Open your mouth.”
Her eyes pleaded with me as she whimpered.
“Open it,” I growled.
Her lower lip trembled as she obeyed. I pushed my cream-coated fingers deep inside. Her shoulders hunched as she choked and gagged.
“Lick my fingers.” Taking pity on her, I pulled them back slightly, allowing her tongue to sweep around and between them. I needed her to not just acknowledge but literally taste the evidence of her own arousal. She may damn and curse me during the punishment but her body betrayed her.
Pushing a third finger into her mouth, I kept her restrained as my left hand once more palmed her pussy. Rubbing between her legs a few times, I finally dipped two fingers inside her tight body.
Clenching my teeth, I stifled my own groan of approval. Christ, she was tight. My cock jumped against her stomach. She was too tight. As much as I wanted to plow into her till I saw her eyes glaze over with painful desire, I didn’t want her to tear. It was essential I prepare her body before my full assault.
Pumping my two fingers in and out, I added a third.
Taking my fingers out of her mouth, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Raise your ass up.”
“Richard, please. This is… please… I can’t… don’t make me like this.”
“We are far too deep in the game now, baby. Raise your ass up.”
Pushing up on her knees, she shimmied her ass up higher. I missed the pressure on my cock, but it was worth it to get better access to her holes. Pushing her ass high, she arched her back beautifully as her hair slipped over her shoulders and cascaded down over her body. The only thing that would make it more perfect was if I had removed her sweater so I could see her creamy white skin but I didn’t trust myself not to violently thrust into her body if she was completely exposed and vulnerable to me.
I ached to fill her body with my darkness but I knew the challenge of anticipation would make it all the more consuming when I did.
Pushing my three fingers inside of her, I added a fourth. With her cry, I once more pushed my hand into her mouth. I wanted her to feel restrained, overwhelmed by the power of my hold. I wanted her to feel the humiliation of having my hand deep in her mouth, as I speared her body with my other hand.
Still there was more humiliation to come.
Twisting my hand, I pressed deeper into her body, gaping her pussy as my thumb circled and teased her asshole.
Elizabeth bucked and tried to speak around my hand as her eyes pleaded.
Pressing past her resistance, I pushed my hand deep into her pussy just past the knuckles. I knew it would be painful as her sensitive inner muscles would be stretched and strained to accept my fist. The deeper I pushed the more my thumb teased her dark hole, pressing past the tightened, ridged skin to feel her dark warmth.
Elizabeth gagged on my fingers as she tried to scream from the intrusion into her ass. She was a virgin here; I was certain from her alarmed response. Good. It made me all the more determined to fuck her ass, knowing it would be mine and mine alone from the start.
Pushing my thumb in deep, I flicked the tips of my fingers inside her body in a fast-paced steady rhythm.
She bit down on my fingers as an orgasm racked her body in wave after wave.