Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
She gasps, and I twist more ruthlessly. Until she screams and I see the first tears sheen her eyes. Still, they don't fall, only hover at her lashes.
Only then do I grab the remote and lower the chains, pulling my cock out of her slick cunt and stepping past the spreader bar as I bend her knees so she's kneeling on the floor in front of me. The arm chains have followed, but only enough so they keep her arms raised above her head.
I grab her jaw, and she opens wide for me, tears still only at the edges of her eyes.
"Cry for me."
She just glares at me and licks her top lip in defiant invitation.
The little—
I grab the back of her head and stuff her mouth full of my cock. She swallows me down her throat, sucking me in with so much vacuum pressure it takes everything I have to yank out of her mouth long enough to give her a breath before shoving back in again.
Again, she swallows me back down, eyes locked on me and tears still refusing to fall. No matter that I'm literally choking her with my cock.
She still thinks she's in control of this. Even with her arms bound, ankles in a spreader, and my cock down her throat.
I fuck her face a little while longer, but the tingle starts to die down no matter how good she gives head.
I only like this when tears are pouring down a girl's face. And as beautiful as Mads looks with her mouth stuffed full of me, it's not what either of us is really looking for, is it?
So I pull out of her throat one last time, chest heaving.
"Spit on it," I demand.
She grins up at me, face red, and spits on my cock.
I grab the remote and drop her wrist chains all the way down to the ground, with slack, but not because I intend to set her free. Instead, I heft her by her waist and deposit her, ass up, on the spanking bench, clipping the slack chain at her wrists into carabineers at each side. I undo her ankles, then glance over to make sure the purple wand is still in reach.
Stepping between her spread legs as she's bent over, I let her feel my hard cock up against her ass.
Then I run the wand down across her shoulders, enjoying the way she jerks beneath me.
"Shhh," I say, "we're both going to enjoy this."
"What are you doing?"
I line my cock up until the tip is pushing up against her sweet little asshole.
"You said you wanted to cry and fuck. So I'm claiming every part of you tonight."
"Oh, Donny," she says, looking over her shoulder back at me.
It's only then that the tear falls down her cheek.
She completely relaxes underneath me, allowing my cock to press into her back passage. I'm half startled when I break through.
Emotions I can't sort through smash me in the chest.
She turns her face forward again and lets her head drop to the padded bench. "Now make me scream."
As if waiting on her command, my cock jumps, thrusting as deep as my balls will allow.
I feel the usual elation at her grunt of pain.
But I still crave more. Along with the euphoria, I feel rushing waves of love and adoration for the woman whose body clenches around me like the tightest fucking glove.
I pull out and shove back in, then, still holding the wand, I pull halfway out and direct it underneath both our bodies.
I drive the mushroom electrode hard against my taint right below my balls.
Until we're both screaming and sobbing. Only then do I fuck her, wildly, until I spray every ounce of cum in my balls up her impossibly tight, clenching ass.
TEN
MADS
He's such a sweet little thing, isn't he?
I think this even as my body still clenches, the deep, aching tremors rolling through me like aftershocks. My skin is raw and electric. Every nerve ending still sings from everything he just did.
Poor Donny. Absolutely wrecked now. We made it back to our bedroom, where he lavished me with aftercare—first in the shower, then here in bed. He was tender, worshipful, like I was a breakable little doll instead of the feral creature he just spent the last hour trying to tame. He kissed my forehead, murmured sweet things in his delicious Irish brogue, and held me close as if to make sure I wouldn't disappear.
Then, as soon as we climbed into bed? He was out like a light. Snoring within ninety seconds.
It couldn't have gone any better if I'd planned it myself.
Because I did plan it.
Mostly.
The violet wand, the exquisitely agonizing pain, the way he broke me apart and stitched me back together with every sadistic, deliciously vicious touch—oh, that part was all him. But getting him to that point? Unlocking the beast inside him, the one he's been pretending doesn't exist? That was all me.