Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I walk over to the dresser that sits in the center of the room and open the top drawer. Belts of various sizes and lengths lie across the black felt. Picking one up, I face her. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
Doing as she’s told, I make her wait a few seconds while I look over her heels, fishnet-covered legs, and bubble ass. She stands perfectly still, waiting to be played with, and my mouth waters, wanting to put my lips all over her.
I lift the belt over her head and line it up with her breasts, making sure it covers her hard nipples, and then bring it around her arms. Sliding the leather through the buckle, I pull it tight and fasten it in place.
She whimpers, and I turn her to face me. “How does it feel?” I ask, pressing on the leather. They’re made to be inside out due to the spikes that are pressing into her skin.
“Good.” She licks her lips.
“I’m going to leave bruises on you, angel. I want you to remember who owns you.”
She moans, leaning into me, wanting a kiss, but I turn and walk away. I told her she’d be begging. That is, if I allow her the courtesy of speaking. Going back to the dresser, I open the second drawer and grab the heavy collar, and her green eyes get heavier. I can’t wait to see her on her knees and crying for me.
I wrap the cold metal around her neck and then sweep her hair out of the way before I lock it in place. It’s thick and restrictive, allowing very little movement. “On your knees, ass up in the air,” I order, stepping back.
Very slowly, she gets to her shaking knees and bends over, placing her cheek to the cold concrete floor and spreading her legs wide for me. I begin to undo my belt while I slowly circle her trembling body.
“Your cunt is soaked, angel. Ready for me to play with you?”
“Yes.” She moans, wiggling it back and forth.
I smile and slap my belt across it. Her cry of surprise fills the large space, and I do it again. She tries to wiggle away, and I slap her upper thighs in warning. “Don’t make it harder on yourself, Eve.”
Her hands fist and her tied arms fight the belt. I know the angle is forcing the rubber spikes to dig into her skin. That’s the point—to cause my girl pain.
I walk over to the dresser and pull out the lube along with two vibrators. Then I’m kneeling between her reddened thighs, holding her legs wide open with my knees.
Pouring it over her ass and cunt, I watch it drop to the floor. Then I coat the two toys. I hold the vibrator to her cunt and order, “Slide it in. Come on, angel. Rock back and forth. Fuck it. You know you want it.”
She moans, her body softly rocking back and forth because she doesn’t have much leverage. But she manages to do as she’s told, slowly taking a little at a time. “Look how greedy you are. Taking it like a desperate whore.” I give it a soft shove and watch it disappear into her pussy. “Good girl, angel. That’s my good girl.”
She’s trembling, body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat while she fights the position she’s in. “One more.”
“Kash,” she gasps. “Please?”
I gently rub the red welts on her ass while I run the butt plug through the lube that covers her soft skin. Coating my fingers with it, I start fucking her ass with one and quickly add two when she whimpers. “You’re doing great, angel. Take it like a good girl.”
“Ye-yes,” she agrees pushing back against me and I smile.
I pick up my pace, fucking her ass with two fingers until she’s panting. When I remove them, she slumps to the concrete, and I replace them with the vibrating butt plug. She tenses, holding her breath as I watch it stretch her tight ass.
“Breathe, Eve. Nice and steady,” I command, giving it more pressure.
She cries out, body shaking uncontrollably when I push it farther. “Almost there. You’re doing great.” I watch her ass close around the base once it’s in. “Good girl.” I tap her ass, and she flinches.
I stand up and grab her upper arms, carefully pulling her to a kneeling position. “I’m going to stand you up,” I inform her, and she nods once.
Helping her to her shaking legs, I walk my wife over to the wall and order, “Kneel. Legs underneath you with your knees touching.”
One leg at a time, she gets to her knees, gasping at the vibrators that fill her cunt and ass. “Sit up straight. Push your chest out.” I walk behind her and pick up the chain that’s bolted to the wall and connect it to her collar, making sure it’s where I want it. She’s not allowed much slack.