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)
“Tomorrow,” Mike said, his voice low and filled with promise, “you’re going to wear that microkini to the beach. And everyone will see what a naughty girl you are, with your whipped bottom on display. I’m looking forward to it.”
I shuddered at the thought, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through me. Mike set the mirror aside and returned to stand behind me. I felt something cool and firm press against my anus, and I realized with a jolt of panic that it was the large plug.
“No, please,” I begged, even as my body clenched in anticipation. “I can’t—”
“Shh, sweetheart,” Mike murmured, pressing the plug firmly against my tight opening. “You can take it. Your body knows how.”
The pressure increased, and I screamed as the plug began to stretch me, the burn intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down my face, but even as I sobbed, I felt another perverse wave of gratitude wash over me. This was what I needed, what I deserved.
Why? demanded the remaining logical part of my brain. How could I—how could anyone—possibly deserve this?
Mike pushed the plug deeper, and I felt my body yield further than I had imagined possible.
My brain tried to answer the question. The cheating? But I felt like I had paid for that: hadn’t I felt forgiven, after Mike had spanked me the first time?
More pressure. “Oh, god,” I sobbed. “Oh, please. Sir… please…”
“Shh, Laura,” Mike said. “You’re so close.”
What I deserve.
Not because I’m just a billionaire’s fuck toy, a little slut, a dirty whore. Or… maybe not just because of that… because I had definitely become those shameful things… those… those wonderful things…
I heard myself cry out piteously, like a naughty girl getting the lesson she so desperately needed… the punishment she had earned… and I felt the enormous plug seat itself fully inside me, the tiny ring of my anus, no longer tiny, contracting around the narrower part that joined the flared base. Open… so open now, back there, even though I was closed up front… so ready to have my bottom deflowered before my pussy.
What I deserve… because my sponsor knows how to take me in hand, and being cared for that way is something I deserve because…
Because I love him.
Oh, no.
“It’s time,” Mike said. I felt him tug at the base of the plug, and the question Time for what? died on my lips. I shook my head, but I knew as I felt the movement in my neck that I didn’t mean it—that the denial came from the remnants of my Midwestern modesty.
“Please…” I repeated. Then, “Sir… please, be gentle?”
Mike pulled harder at the plug, and I yelped.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he told me in a low voice that made my aching, virgin sheath clench behind the seal. “So I’ll try to be gentle at first. But we both know you need much more than gentleness from your master’s cock.”
CHAPTER 25
Mike
Laura’s untried pussy, so provocatively hidden behind her smooth, sealed labia, must have clenched very hard at my promise not to be entirely gentle as I took her anal virginity. She whimpered, and I could see the helpless spasm travel all the way to her adorable buttocks, rosy with their beautiful new tangle of welts.
My cock swelled against my thigh as I contemplated the prospect. I let my fingers linger on her adorable cheeks, feeling the raised flesh of the whip’s marks. I breathed in deeply through my nose, taking in the tangy fragrance of needy virgin pussy—all of it displaying the satisfying results of the difficult lesson I had just taught my gorgeous girl, with the assistance of the martinet. As I pulled the plug from her adorable pink anus, the rock-hard length of my manhood leapt at the thought of taking her that way—yes, gently at first, but very soon with all the rigor we both needed.
I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and picked up the lube. I squeezed a generous amount onto my palm and worked it over my shaft, coating myself thoroughly. The cool gel contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from my cock, and I had to pause for a moment to maintain control. I wanted this to last—wanted to savor every second of claiming Laura’s virgin bottom.
I applied more lube to the tightness of her little bud, working it in with my fingers, feeling how the plug had stretched her. She whimpered softly, her hips squirming over the back of the chair: she was ready. More than ready. The plug had done its job perfectly, training her body to accept what she had coming from the man who owned her.
“Deep breath,” I murmured, positioning myself behind her bound form. I pressed the head of my cock against the tiny opening of her bottom hole, feeling the initial resistance. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”