Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
She quirked her brows. “I thought I’d seen it all.”
I chuckled, tied my robe, and left the bed. “Come on.”
“Where is this part of the condo?”
I took her hand as we exited my bedroom. “Is your ass sore from last night?”
She blushed. “It is, but in a. . .good way.”
“Mmmm.” I guided her toward the long hallway.
“You’re making me. . .”
I stopped us. “Yes?”
“You’re making me learn things about myself. . .that I never knew.”
Without moving us forward, I trailed my thumb along her palm. “You too.”
“How?”
Unease settled in my shoulders. I wasn’t used to talking about my feelings with a woman. Usually, I fucked them and said goodbye.
Mariah widened her eyes. “Gabriel. . .”
“Until you, I didn’t know that I had a working heart.”
She smirked. “What?”
“I thought emotions were for other men.”
She parted her lips.
“But, now I know that I can feel them too.”
And I like it.
“But, enough on that.” I led us down the hallway. “We have more important things to do.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll see soon.”
She groaned in annoyance.
Chuckling, I stopped us by the paintings adorning the wall. “What do you think of this artwork?”
In the images, the women appeared to be both scared and aroused. Black, thick rope bound their naked torsos, wrists, and ankles.
She whispered, “This makes nervous.”
I let go of her hand and pointed at the painting in the center. “Touch the side of that one.”
Slowly, she walked up to it and slid her fingers along the frame.
A beep sounded.
She shrieked and jumped back.
A wicked grin spread across my face.
The wall slid open.
“Oh my God.” She eyed the staircase spiraling down into darkness. “It’s a secret room?”
“It is.” I took her hand.
We made our way down the stairs. Once we reached the bottom, I flicked the light switch.
My sex dungeon sparkled to life.
The walls were made of polished black stone, veins of red ran through it like a circulatory system. The floor was gray concrete. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting shadows across the furniture in the space— a bondage pentagram, spinning bed, sex stand, spanking bench, orgasm tower, and adult birdcage.
“Holy. . .shit.” Mariah took in all of the items hanging on the walls—chains and cuffs, whips and crops. Then, she turned to the cabinet stacked with drawers. “W-what’s in there?”
“Sex toys, lube, and anything else that you can imagine.”
She looked at me. “You have had. . .lots of women in here?”
I nodded. “However, the toys in the drawer, some of the furniture, and items you see on the walls are new.”
“How new?”
“I had Dog purchase these items on our third day.”
She let go of my hand. “I’m. . .freaked about the whips. . .”
“We’re not here for the whips.”
She widened her eyes and gestured in the corner. “D-did we come for the. . .bird cage?”
I chuckled. “I did buy that for you.”
She shook her head. “I can’t be in a cage.”
“That was only to be used if you decided to flee. But you remained with no problem.”
She swallowed.
“Take off the robe.”
For a moment, I thought she would run. Thankfully, she slowly untied her robe, revealing that naked curvy body.
The robe fell to the floor.
Her bottom lip quivered. “I’m scared.”
“Everything will be okay.” I took off my robe, exposing my hard cock underneath. “I promise.”
Minutes later, we were on the padded bench. Facing me, she sat on my lap.
My cock was hard and pointed up between us.
Every few seconds, her gaze flickered to the mushroomed point.
A bottle of lube was on the floor.
I stroked her nipples, running my fingers in circles around the puckered soft flesh.
She moaned. Her nipples stiffened under my fingertips. Her eyes were half-closed.
I pressed my mouth to hers, and she was sweet and salty and wonderful on my tongue.
My cock throbbed.
I twisted one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth.
She whimpered, “Gabriel.”
“Today, I want to see if you can take all of my cock.”
“All of it?”
“Every. Last. Inch.” I picked up the lube and poured some in my hands.
“It won’t fit.”
“Did you know that pussies are just like penises. They are different sizes.”
She blinked.
“So, there are women with particularly short pussies. In that case, my cock would be a major no.” I handed the bottle to her. “On the other hand, some women have really long pussies.”
She held the bottle.
“I’ve spent these days examining your pussy.”
“And you think it can. . .fit?”
“Regardless of the size, pussy gets longer when aroused.”
She leaned back. “I’m embarrassed to say this, but. . .I didn’t know that.”
“I don’t read much, but when I do, it’s usually about pussy.”
She smirked.
I rubbed my lubed fingers along her clit.
“Oh.”
“You must be turned on enough, so my cock doesn’t bump against your cervix.”
She moved my hand. “What?”
“I’ve been told that a bruised cervix is extremely painful.”
Fast, she was off my lap and pacing. “Okay. Hold on. Who told you this? Was it someone that you had sex with?”