Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“They are the enemy. They are a direct danger to you. And they are not to be considered anything other than the murderous maniacs they are. Do you understand?”
I expect a gasp or a wail of contrition. Instead, I hear a moan. She has the nerve to enjoy this, little minx. She likes pain. She thrives on it. Does she know how much I enjoy imparting it? How hard my cock is every time my palm falls on her ass? No. She’s too busy trying not to make it obvious in the way her hips writhe and dance for me. Elise is a liar, though she’d never admit it. Not even to herself. I could shame her badly if I wanted. I could point out her wetness and the scent she is emitting. I could make her confront her need. For now I let her keep her sexy little lies. I spank her longer than I intended to, and harder than I intended to at first. She can take so much more punishment than her tender frame would suggest.
Her knuckles whiten as she grips the sheets. She's grinding herself against the bed, pretending not to be utterly turned on by this treatment. Elise is a bad girl hiding inside a good girl. I intend to stoke this fire in her. I will punish her, and she will mistake it for real discipline, but in truth I will be bringing out the devil in my little angel.
Every time my palm lands, she moans. And every time she moans, my cock gets harder and more impossible to ignore. Being with Elise is an exercise in self-control. I want to be inside her always. I want to feel her tight, angelic walls gripping my cock and anointing it with the juices of her need.
“Bad girl,” I growl. “I think you like this. I think you love being thrashed.”
She doesn’t deny it, but how could she. I am spreading her legs and finding that pink chalice waiting for me with pouting lips. She’s soaked, just as I knew she would be. We may be strangers, Elise and I, but our bodies react as if we have known one another for a very long time. We fit.
The sight of the head of my cock at the aperture of those tender pink lips is enough to make my balls tighten. Elise is holding her breath, gripping the bedding, her thighs tense as she tries to hold herself perfectly still for me. There is one of those eternal moments as I slide into her, her lips spreading in that lewd way they must to allow me inside. I pause, feeling the heat of her interior before me, the tight grip of her pussy just taking hold of me. I hold myself there a few moments longer, letting her feel this deep connection before driving deep all the way inside her, her hot depths engulfing me.
Fucking Elise is like touching heaven. There is redemption in her cunt, and in the pleasure we share. She’s arching up toward me, her pink ass bearing my palm prints. Every time her hips grind, she grips me tighter, her inner walls doing their best to milk me into her cunt. Holding back is almost more than I can bear, but I still have the faint memory of this being a punishment of sorts. I am teaching her what is and what is not correct. Obeying me will make her a good girl; being drawn to the darkness of those who wish for her destruction will make her a candidate for discipline.
Pulling almost all the way out of her, I spank her again, hard slaps going from cheek to cheek, relighting the fire I set earlier. I want to hear her whimper, but all she does is moan and grip my cock with that hungry pussy.
“You’re mine,” I remind her. “And you are protected by the Brotherhood. Fleisch are the enemy. Repeat that back.”
When she doesn’t immediately obey, I pull my cock all the way out of her pussy and aim fresh slaps, no longer at her cheeks, but at her soaked cunt. My fingers catch those soft, swollen lips and draw forth cries from her. God, I love the way she cries.
“I’m yours!” She pants the words breathily and that is all I need to hear to be compelled to sink myself back inside her and make that deeply true. I need my seed to soak her pussy. I need her to drip with my essence. I need for her to be a little bit me and entirely mine, now and forever.
Elise
Holy fuck does this man undo me. He makes everything that is crazy, sane. And he makes everything I thought I knew evaporate in the force of his lust.
Orgasm leaves my body relaxed and my mind clear. Clear enough for questions to begin to infiltrate. Logical questions. I already half-despair that there is next to no chance at having them answered. Cosmos doesn’t exist in the same world I do. His priorities are so different.