Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“For a girl screaming no, you’re certainly making a mess.” He slips his fingers from my front entrance and laps them around my clit. “Should we see what else makes you wet, angel?”
He’s going to do it now, right?
He’s going to take me?
Take me, take me, take me.
I’m caught off guard when Tripp wraps that brawny forearm beneath me and lifts me off the ground, carrying me across the room into…a walk-in closet?
I’m set down on cold marble, wrists still bound behind my back.
He turns on a dim chandelier overhead.
When I look around, I struggle to decipher everything I’m seeing.
“What is happening?” I murmur.
Tripp
I can’t believe I haven’t fucked her yet.
How I managed to resist that upturned ass and juicy, dripping little cunt in the bedroom is beyond me. But it must be a testament to how much I burn to spoil her.
Spread out on the island, in the middle of the walk-in closet, are items I asked to have delivered and arranged exactly like this. She’s my naked sacrifice on the slab of marble, her wide-eyed gaze darting right and left, landing on the various boxes that surround her.
“What’s happening?” Vida asks softly.
No one has a right to be as beautiful as she is, sitting there with chandelier light spilling down her supple, naked body, and I’m so overcome that she’s mine that it takes me a full ten seconds to answer.
“Since you’re already fighting me tonight, I’m going to take this opportunity to spoil you rotten, angel.” I flip open the first box to reveal a thong made of nothing but gray pearls, two strands connected by diamonds at the hips. “Whether you like it or not.”
Funny how me chasing Vida down and tackling her didn’t make her the least bit nervous.
But these ropes of pearls I am dying to see decorate her sexy little pussy make her squirm on the marble island countertop.
“Tripp…” she whispers. “I…I don’t know…They look so expensive.”
My cock throbs fiercely and insistently as I drag the pearl thong up her long legs, using my left arm to lift her up briefly so I can arrange the gray pearls along the split of her ass, that mouthwatering valley of flesh between her thighs.
I step back and look at her in the piece I picked out for her, my hand moving of its own volition toward the open zipper of my pants to scrub at the arousal protruding against my briefs.
“Oh fuck,” I grit out. “Open your thighs and lean forward. Rub on them.”
I can see her eyes cloud with the knowledge that the fantasy has changed.
Become more about her specifically.
Yeah, I’ve had a certain fantasy since I was young.
But Vida has become my sexuality.
We’re no longer playing rough. We’re playing extra gentle.
With presents instead of punishment.
Biting her lip, Vida does as she’s told, angling forward and trapping the pearls between her cunt and the marble counter, rubbing her slippery pussy on the smooth beads.
“Ohhhh Christ,” I groan, my testicles knotting. Hard. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Keep that up. Keep fucking your present from Daddy.”
A violent shake passes through her, and I know this is good.
This is a million times better than what I’d been imagining for years.
She flipped the script. Made it better. Made everything better.
I open the next box, taking out a pair of black, diamond-encrusted stockings, sliding the first one up her right leg, the second one up her left, both of them ending even at mid-thigh.
“I’m not sure I’m going to make it through them all,” I croak, horny out of my mind from seeing her like this. Hands belted behind her back, draped in the luxuries she deserves. Hand-selected by me. Her eyes are glassy, her bottom lip chewed up, skin flushed. Those tits beg for me to suck on them, and I will, as soon as I finish spoiling her.
Almost blind with hunger now, I reach for the next two boxes. The first one contains a pair of diamond earrings—two carats each—clustered with sapphires. Her sharp intake of breath when she sees them tells me I made the right choice. Her tits lift and fall as I gently put them in her earlobes, securing them with the holder.
Purposefully, I keep my eyes downcast, because I worry that as soon as I see her in diamonds, I’m going to lose my mind. Trying and failing to keep my breath steady, I take the matching necklace and lay it across her delicate throat, the stones shimmering in the darkness. Her head falls back slightly, as if she can’t help but enjoy the weight of the jewelry. I fasten the clasp and take a moment to gather myself. To center myself with her summery scent.
“I know you won’t ask for these things…” I rasp, easing down the waistband of my briefs and taking my cock out, looking at the necklace against her skin and jerking my fist root to tip, root to tip. Groaning. “But look how much pleasure I get from giving them to you.”