Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The warm water felt good against my skin as I cleaned myself, but I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying what had just happened. How I’d knelt before him. How I’d kissed his cock and licked his balls while he pleasured himself. How I’d held still while he marked me with his release.
How I’d liked it, some dark part of me whispered. How it had made me wet behind the horrible seal, how my body had responded with desperate arousal even as my mind screamed in protest.
When I finally felt clean enough, I dried my face and forced myself to return to the bedroom. Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed now, his expression calm and composed like nothing unusual had happened. Like he hadn’t just shot his seed all over the face of an innocent young woman.
“Kneel,” Mike said, his voice gentle, but leaving no room for argument.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, my hands folded in my lap, my gaze fixed on the floor. The plug in my bottom made the position intensely uncomfortable, a constant reminder of what he’d put there, what he’d made me do.
His hand came to rest on my cheek, warm and surprisingly tender. I couldn’t help but lean into the touch slightly, craving the comfort even as shame flooded through me at how desperately I needed it.
“You’re going to sleep with the plug in your bottom tonight,” he said, and his thumb stroked across my cheekbone. “But you may take it out in the morning and clean it thoroughly.”
The thought of sleeping with it made my stomach flip. All night. I’d have to feel it all night, be aware of it every time I shifted position, every time I rolled over. But I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Mike’s hand moved to cup my chin, tilting my face up so I had to meet his eyes. Those dark eyes that saw too much, that knew exactly what I was feeling even when I tried to hide it. He leaned down and kissed me, his lips moving against mine with surprising gentleness. The kiss was soft, almost chaste compared to everything else that had happened tonight, and I felt something warm unfurl in my chest.
When he pulled back, his expression was serious. “You are not to play with yourself without permission,” he said, his voice firm. “Do you understand me, Laura? That includes squeezing. You know I can see that, thanks to your sensor, and I’m going to set the app to alert me if you start to stimulate your pussy.”
I nodded again, my face burning.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I understand.”
“If you disobey me, you’ll be severely punished.” His thumb traced my lower lip. “The spanking you got tonight will seem gentle compared to what I’ll do if I catch you pleasuring yourself without permission. Do you understand?”
My throat went dry. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me one more time, quick and possessive, and then he stood. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”
I stayed on my knees as he walked to the door, my whole body trembling. I heard him pause in the doorway, and when he spoke again his voice held warmth that made my chest ache.
“You pleased me greatly tonight, Laura. I’m very proud of you.”
CHAPTER 16
Mike
I had a shit-ton of work to do the next day, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I’d made my coffee I fetched my phone from the bedside table and pulled up Laura’s feed in the SA app.
I found her in the bathroom, standing naked in front of the mirror. The morning light streaming through the window made her look impossibly innocent—vulnerable in a way that sent a possessive thrill through my chest. I felt sure she hadn’t remembered the camera feed yet, hadn’t realized I could watch her like this.
Her hand moved behind her, reaching back tentatively. I watched her fingers find the base of the plug, saw her face flush as she gripped it. The hesitation was evident in every movement—the way she bit her lower lip, the way her breathing quickened. Then, slowly, she began to pull.
The data feed from her perineal sensor spiked immediately. I leaned back against my headboard, my coffee forgotten on the nightstand, completely absorbed in watching the numbers climb. Her arousal was unmistakable—the metrics showed her body responding even as embarrassment colored her cheeks a deep pink.
She gasped as the widest part of the plug stretched her, and I saw her free hand grip the edge of the sink for support. The plug came free with what looked like a pop, and her whole body shuddered. The sensor data showed a sharp spike—not quite an orgasm, but close. Very close.
Christ, this girl was responsive.
I watched her stand there for a moment, trembling, the plug held in her hand like she didn’t quite know what to do with it. She had her eyes turned away as if to keep herself from seeing what state her bottom had left the device in. Then she turned on the tap and began washing it with methodical care, her face burning brighter with each pass of her soapy hands over the silicone. The data feed continued to show elevated arousal—the act of cleaning the plug that had been inside her all night was turning her on.