Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Yeah, that’s what I want. Look at that. Such a pretty ass. What should I use on this pretty ass? I’ll be honest, love. I’m surprised that a bad girl has such a gorgeous ass.”
His hand slaps at the fleshy part of my buttocks. He does not hold back. The pain bites into my skin and has my eyes tearing up. He smacks me ten times in rapid succession, the blows raining down. I cry out. It hurts and yet I feel the intent behind it. He enjoys watching my skin redden, knows that it will make what he does later even sweeter.
I am beginning to hear his thoughts.
Such a sweet ass. It’s going to feel like heaven to fuck that ass. Mine. Mine. Mine.
He spanks me. I count it in my mind. Twenty. Twenty-five. Pain morphs into a pleasant feeling that feels almost like floating outside my body. Thirty. He’s calming now. I can feel it.
He stops briefly. “Don’t think I’m done. That vase really was priceless, and I still owe you for not running from the goblins when I ordered you to.”
I feel something slightly cold dribble between the cheeks of my ass and clench my teeth. I know what is coming. He made me wear the training plug several nights over the last few weeks. Each time the plug gets larger, filling me with what feels like warm flesh. When I contract around the plug, it delivers the hated ginger oil and makes my tight ring feel like it is on fire. And I take a strange pleasure from that as well. I enjoy the moment when he works the plug in. I crave it.
“That’s right,” he says, fitting the plug to me. “See, it’s opening for me. So much easier than a week ago.”
He rims my asshole. I whimper a bit as he begins working it in. He loves to hear my cries. It makes his dick twitch. The connection is easy to hold on to now that he stopped fighting it. When his cock pulses with desire, I feel it. Gods, he loves dominating me. There is nothing in Dante that is not focused on me, and I get a glimpse of what sex meant to him before he met me.
Fun. Playful. He had a lot of women, and not a one touched him past his cock. He found the process entertaining. Not once has he wanted this.
Responsibility. He is responsible for her. It was scary in the beginning, and now he longs for it.
He used to lie back and enjoy the sex. A blonde with large breasts flashes through my brain. She would ride Dante, and he liked it. He would sit back and let her have her way with his cock. He would never shove the busty blonde across his lap to spank her ass.
The plug slides home, and I feel something settle deep inside. I am different for Dante. I am something more.
“See, that is really amazing,” Dante says, his breath harsh. “I can feel it. I feel that fucking thing.” He pulls on the plug. “Wow. I can feel the plug in your ass. Why did you complain about this?”
I smile. I love the connection now more than ever. I clench hard around the plug and wince as the burn begins.
“Damn it, Kaja. That is not fair. Holy hell.” But he pushes the plug in further. “It’s not going to save you. I felt every smack on your ass. I also felt your pussy begging for more. I won’t back away from the connection between us, love. I will never back away from this again.”
He fucks my ass with the plug. The oil burns for a moment, stimulating and making me ultra-aware of what is happening to me. I relax and allow the plug to start vibrating.
“So much better,” Dante says with a sigh.
He did not have our connection open when my poor asshole was first getting used to the plug. He might have rethought it then. I bite back a grin at the thought. He seems to like how it feels now. He presses the plug in, and I feel him step around to the front.
He takes me by the shoulders, lifting me to a kneeling position. He unbuttoned his shirt and I can see his sculpted stomach muscles. I love how lean and strong he is. The plug hums in my ass, pleasure and jangling discomfort mixing in a concoction that has me off-kilter and waiting for more.
Slowly, Dante lowers the zipper of his trousers. His cock springs free. He looks powerful and decadent with his huge cock thrusting toward me. His hand tangles in my hair.
“Take me deep. Get me hard.”
He shoves his cock into my mouth. I struggle to take it all because, despite his words, he is already as hard as any stone. I gag but open my mind and let myself feel him.