Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Better,” I say, making a point of looking her over. She’s petite, her breasts small, but her hips are nicely rounded. They’ll give me something to hold on to. Her arms and legs are lean with muscle. Not a runner, no gym for her, but yoga maybe.
“Get enough of an eyeful?” she asks, a tremor in her voice I don’t miss even for her bluster.
“Not yet,” I say with a grin before slipping the blade between her breasts and tugging, the lace of her bra snapping and dropping to the floor along with the rest of her things leaving her small, pert little breasts exposed. Her nipples tighten beneath my gaze, and she tugs her restraints, curling in on herself in an effort to shield herself from me.
“Get away from me!”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I start, laughing, which infuriates her. Good. “We’re just getting started.” I close my hands over her shoulders and force her to stand upright. “Now show me those lovely little tits of yours. Show me what’s all mine for the taking.”
She twists this way and that and if her arms weren’t fully numb, I have a feeling she’d try for some acrobatic move and swing her legs at my face, but after the night she’s had, I’m sure she’s exhausted.
“Stay still. I wouldn’t want to stab this into your side by accident,” I say, holding the letter opener up for her to see.
She looks at it, then up at me, fear clear in her eyes. Her father did her a disservice shielding her from life. If I had a daughter, I’d teach her how to fight. I wouldn’t allow her to become a victim. But no need to ponder that. I’ll never have a child.
“Last little bit,” I say and slide the blade into the side of her panties and snip the tiny bit of lace to strip her fully.
I give a cursory glance, appreciating the patch of dark hair. Nothing to tug on when a woman is shaved bare. I pick up my glass and cross the room to refill it, setting the letter opener down and turning to study my lovely little captive.
She keeps her gaze averted, clenching and unclenching her hands. I lean back and cross my ankle over the opposite knee and watch her for long minutes until she finally turns to me.
“What the hell do you want with me?”
“For starters, an apology for stabbing me.”
“You kidnapped me!”
“Now, that’s an exaggeration. Your family knows exactly where you are and how they can get you back. Although, honestly, I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.” I finish my drink and set the glass down to walk back toward her.
“What does that mean?”
I brush her hair over her narrow shoulders, take in the deep pink points of her hard nipples. When I brush a knuckle over one, she catches her breath. I look at her, watch her lick her lips, and I grin.
“Allegra,” I start, bringing my nose to her cheek, her throat, crouching as I go lower, letting the scruff of my jaw scrape along all that soft, smooth skin until I’m at eye level with her hairy pussy. I draw in a deep, audible breath and she whimpers.
I grin, straighten to my full height and search her face.
“If I’m not mistaken, I’m picking up a scent alongside that fear now,” I say, looking into those fire eyes which have gone a dark, rich amber. “You curious what that is?”
“No. Fuck you.”
“I’ll tell you anyway.” I bring my mouth to her ear. “What I smell is pussy. Wet pussy. Don’t tell me you’re turned on, Little Moth,” I whisper before taking the lobe of her ear between my teeth.
She pulls back. “I’m not.” She’s sputtering. “I’d never. No way. You…”
“Shh, Moth. Nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all deviants when it comes to sex. For some girls it’s natural. When they’re tied up, they cream their panties.”
“I hate you,” she hisses. “I’m going to kill you!”
“You can try. I’m not so easy to kill, as you’ve noticed. And as for hating me, well, you know what? I believe you. But the important thing is your pussy doesn’t hate me. Not even a little.”
She’s furious, her face going red and I draw back just in time when she attempts to bite me. Feral, this one. I chuckle, place my hands on her hips and turn her so she’s facing the post. I stand close enough that she’ll feel my erection through my jeans. “Don’t worry, Little Moth. I’m in no way immune.”
“Get away from me.”
“Now, let’s have a look at that ass of yours,” I say, cupping her ass, digging my fingers into the plump, soft mounds.
She clenches and I give a little slap.
“Leave them loose. When I spank you, I want to watch them bounce,” I punctuate by spanking a cheek lightly as I gather her hair and set it over one shoulder. I bring my nose to the curve of her neck and inhale her scent before biting that tender skin. “Now hold on to the post,” I whisper and wrap one arm around her middle to draw her hips back lifting her a little so she’s on her tip toes. She can’t be more than five-feet-four-inches. But it’s enough and I hold her against me, liking the feel of her, liking how her ass jiggles as she wriggles to get free when I spank her sweet, bouncy little butt.