Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
My heart raced as I watched him step closer to Camille, his hands moving to the front of his trousers. The soft whisper of his zipper seemed impossibly loud in the silence that had fallen. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he freed his cock, thick and hard, jutting proudly from his body.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
Camille hesitated for just a heartbeat before parting her lips. Marmareus took hold of the leashes attached to her collar, wrapping them around his fists to gain better control. With a sharp tug, he pulled her forward, guiding her mouth to his waiting cock.
“Take it,” he growled. “Show me how eager you are to please your new master.”
I watched, mesmerized, as Camille’s lips stretched around the thick head of his cock. Marmareus didn’t give her time to adjust, pushing forward relentlessly until he was buried deep in her throat. I could see the muscles in her neck working as she struggled to accommodate his size, to breathe around the intrusion.
Using the leashes, Marmareus controlled every aspect of Camille’s movements. He pulled her forward when he wanted to thrust deeper, eased the tension when he allowed her to retreat. The chains clinked softly with each movement, a delicate counterpoint to the wet, obscene sounds of Camille’s mouth around his shaft.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Show me what a good little Columba you can be.”
My hand drifted down between my legs, drawn as if by some magnetic force I couldn’t resist. My fingers found my inner lips, already swollen and wet with arousal. I gasped at the contact, at the sudden, sharp pleasure that shot through me.
I hadn’t meant to touch myself. I hadn’t consciously decided to masturbate while watching my friend being used by our captor. Yet here I was, my fingers sliding through my wetness, circling my throbbing clit as I watched Marmareus fuck Camille’s face with brutal, methodical thrusts.
The sounds of Camille’s mouth around his cock filled my cell through the audio feed, mingling with her muffled whimpers and Marmareus’ occasional grunts of pleasure. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene before me—Camille on her knees, bound in leather, her body positioned precisely for Marmareus’ use. The leashes connected to her collar jingled with each thrust, a perverse musical accompaniment to her violation.
My fingers moved faster between my legs, my breathing growing ragged as my own pleasure built. I slipped two fingers inside myself, feeling my inner walls clench greedily around them. With the heel of my palm, I ground against my clit, matching the rhythm of Marmareus’ thrusts into Camille’s mouth.
“Take it deeper,” he commanded her, yanking on the leashes to force her forward. “All the way down your throat, Columba.”
I moaned softly, imagining myself in Camille’s place—remembering myself there, when I had had the same rigid penis in my own mouth… feeling the thick intrusion of his cock stretching my lips, filling my throat, the leather restraints tight against my skin. The fantasy blended with reality until I could almost feel the collar around my own neck, the belt cinching my waist, the cuffs binding my wrists to my sides.
My hips rocked against my hand, my body seeking more friction, more pressure. The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter, building toward a peak that I knew would explode soon. I gasped, my free hand moving to pinch one of my nipples, adding a sharp edge of pain to the mounting pleasure.
On the screen, Marmareus had grabbed a handful of Camille’s dark hair, holding her head steady as he thrust brutally into her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes glazed with a mix of humiliation and unwanted arousal. Yet even through her obvious distress, I could see a surrender in her expression, a yielding to the dominance being imposed upon her.
“That’s it,” Marmareus growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take the cock, you naughty girl.”
My fingers moved faster, plunging deeper inside me as I watched. The wet sounds of my own arousal seemed obscenely loud in the silence of my cell, matching the sloppy, gagging noises in the other one. I felt my forehead crease hard, and I chewed the inside of my cheek as the pleasure grew. I was almost there… almost there…
Suddenly, to my horror, Marmareus turned from his contemplation of Camille’s mouth receiving the brutal thrusts of his manhood to look directly at the camera.
“Mary,” he said, his voice strict, though husky with his arousal. “Don’t you dare come, you little whore.”
CHAPTER 39
Mary
I froze, my fingers still buried inside me, my body trembling on the edge of release. The shock of hearing Marmareus address me directly sent ice through my veins, momentarily dousing the flames of my arousal. How had he known what I was doing? Were there cameras in my cell too? Of course there were.