Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Of course,” Dylan said. “I’m pretty sure you know by now just how badly you need a man’s firm hand to keep you in line.”
The way he said it, just as he crossed the threshold of my bedroom with my naked body in his arms, nearly made me swoon with the emotions and sensations swirling in my body. Somehow, he had the skill of making sure that I understood he would always correct me when I misbehaved, but not more than I needed.
Though, I realized with another hard swallow, if my first weeks in Cato were any indication, I needed a great deal. And Dylan had told me that my lesson wasn’t over tonight, hadn’t he?
My bottom squirmed against his hand as he covered the final few steps to my bed. It would hurt… I knew it would. But I had done a naughty, naughty thing, here in my bed with my hand between my thighs. Someday Dylan might give me permission, but I hadn’t had permission this morning, and I had done it anyway.
My eyes went wide as I realized the full implication. Dylan meant to finish my lesson by claiming me completely. He would use me in my most private place, taking his pleasure there even though it hurt me, opening me on his hard cock and filling my bottom with his strength. I would learn, as decisively as a man could teach me, that I belonged to my accepted suitor.
Dylan lowered me gently to the bed. He positioned me on my knees at the foot, with my face pressed to the covers, his big hand on my back, instructing me to arch there. Then his strong hands gripped my hips, pulling them up and back even further as he spread my knees apart. I whimpered softly at the humiliating feeling.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, his voice coming from low in his chest. “Present that pretty little bottom for me. You’re going to remember your whipping for a while, aren’t you?”
My face burned with embarrassment as I pictured Dylan’s view of me. Everything—my swollen, glistening pussy, the tight pucker of my virgin anus, and worst of all my bruised bottom, harshly punished for illicit pleasure.
“Such a lovely sight,” Dylan murmured, his fingers trailing lightly over my sore flesh. “You won’t break a rule anytime soon, I would guess.”
“N-no, sir,” I whispered, shivering at his touch.
Dylan’s fingers dipped lower, sliding through the slick folds of my newly opened pussy. I gasped as he gathered my arousal, spreading it upward toward my bottom.
“My naughty girl,” he chuckled. “Your little cooch is still so wet.”
I whimpered in response, unable to form words as Dylan’s finger circled my tiny flower. He pressed gently, not quite breaching me, just teasing the sensitive flesh.
“This pretty little hole belongs to me now, Andrea,” Dylan said calmly, though I could hear the desire in his voice. “I’m going to train it to take my cock, to stretch around me and pleasure me whenever I want.”
The shameful words sent a new jolt of heat through me. I felt my pussy clench, as if hungry for Dylan’s return there rather than in the more forbidden place he meant to use. Dylan noticed, of course, and laughed softly.
“You like that idea, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing his finger more firmly against my anus. “The thought of me using your tight little bottom for my pleasure makes you wet.”
I sobbed into the bedcovers, overwhelmed by shame and desire. Dylan was right—the idea of him claiming me there, using me so completely, teaching me to be a good girl for him, sent sparks of need shooting through my core.
“Please,” I whimpered, without knowing what I meant.
“Shh,” Dylan soothed, his free hand stroking my lower back. “Just relax and let me in, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy fucking this sweet butt so much.”
With that, he pressed forward, his well-lubricated finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the intrusion, my body instinctively trying to resist.
“That’s it,” Dylan encouraged. “Bear down for me, Andrea. Let me in.”
I did as he instructed, forcing myself to relax as Dylan worked his finger deeper. The burning stretch made me gasp and squirm, but Dylan held me steady.
“Good girl,” he said. “I think you’re ready, and I’m so hard it hurts. You’re going to get it now.”
Dylan’s hands left my body, and I heard the rustle of clothing as he undressed. My heart raced, anticipation and fear warring within me. I kept my face pressed to the covers, not daring to look back at him.
“Reach back and spread those cheeks for me, Andrea,” Dylan commanded softly. “Show me how eager you are to please me.”
Trembling, I did as he instructed. I reached back with both hands, grasping my sore bottom and pulling my cheeks apart.