Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I know I’ve dreamed about him, about us, but never in a million years could I have come up with this. And there’s no way I could’ve ever imagined the reality of what it means to be with him like this, as a lover.
I didn’t know the body could feel this good. Never knew I could lose myself like this and not care. Never knew I could give up control of myself and let someone else take me over like he has.
And that right there is what scares me the most; that, and the not knowing is killing me. I have no idea why he’d change so drastically towards me and without any warning.
And the way he’d taken me, was like something out of one of my fantasies. Oh shit did he read my diary? I hope not.
My face was red just thinking about the possibility. But why else would he have done this? Why would he have gone to these measures?
Then I had another worry right on the heels of that one. What about mom and pop. Are they going to find out? How is he going to explain this, or is he? Oh hell, what the heck can he be up to?
I talked myself down from my panic and took a few deep breaths. Dante never does anything half ass, so he must have something planned when it comes to the parents. I felt sick at the thought of them finding out and not for the reasons you might think.
I was more worried about them putting a stop to it than anything else. I was never really afraid, even with the way it had happened, I always knew that he’d never really hurt me.
I just wish I knew why he was doing this now after rebuffing me for a whole damn year until I was ready to lose my mind. And what about the convent? What if they call when I don’t show up?
Which they should’ve done by now. Because even though I’m not sure what day it is, I know I’ve been here for more than one day. Were our parents even now looking for me? No, Dante would never make them worry like that.
I now see why he hasn’t left me alone with my thoughts since bringing me here. This is the first time he’s done that and already my mind is filled with worries.
There was so much to worry about though. Where was this all leading, what was the end result? Was he going to leave me at the end of whatever this is? He hasn’t told me shit and with each passing moment I vacillate between hope and fear.
If this was just some one-off thing I’m going to be so devastated. What is it he’d asked earlier? Had I learned my lesson? That was as close as he’d come in the last few days to telling me what this was about.
That and the first day he’d said something about me wanting to feel his dick. I’d put that down to me walking in on him in the shower, but now I’m not so sure. This whole thing has a different feel to it.
It’s almost like he knew something I didn’t. Like we were playing a game, only he was the one holding all the cards. I have the sneaky suspicion that he knows how I feel about him. But I still don’t know how that could be.
I’d gone out of my way, apart from teasing him mercilessly, to not let him know what I was up to, or rather, what I was feeling. Not unless he showed some interest in me too anyway.
I figured if he didn’t pick up on my signals after all that time that it was over and done. I’d even talked myself into accepting the trip to the convent. I was planning to use the time away to get over him. To get him out of my system once and for all.
Now I looked around the spacious Romanesque style bathroom from my place in the sunken tub that he’d filled up to my chin with bubbles. He’d put me in here ten minutes or so ago and disappeared.
He doesn’t miss a beat my Dante. I could feel the soothing effects of the special salts he’d added to the water, working between my thighs. I don’t want to know how he knows, but it does wonders for my sore kitty.
Sore isn’t the word. I must’ve touched myself between my thighs six times in five minutes to make sure everything was still there. I felt like a walking wound, and that place between my thighs ached even as something deep inside wanted more of him.
It’s like I can’t go too long without having him, without feeling his weight on top of me. I’ve become addicted now. And with him not saying anything, I have no idea where this is all going. No idea if it will all end any day now and he’ll go back to ignoring me, while I go back to missing him until I ache.