Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I squeezed my thighs together with increasing desperation as he began stroking her with obvious skill, his fingers finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Leah’s soft cries filled my apartment, and I bit down hard on my lip, the belt feeling like torture as my body responded to the scene.
“But that’s not all I’ll be claiming on our wedding night,” Brian continued conversationally, as if he weren’t working Leah toward what was clearly her first orgasm. “Do you remember what I said about which parts of you I plan to use, Leah?”
“Which… parts?” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Your mouth… and this sweet little pussy… and then your bottom,” he said bluntly, and I watched her whole body tense. “I’ll be training you to take me there too. We’ll start small, of course. A finger at first, then a small plug. By our wedding night, you’ll be ready to take my cock in your tight little asshole.”
Leah whimpered, whether from fear or arousal I couldn’t tell. Brian’s fingers never stopped their relentless stimulation of her clit as he continued his mortifying explanation.
“It’s the ultimate act of submission for a wife,” he explained, his free hand spreading her cheeks to expose the tiny pink star of her anus. “Feeling her husband use her there, where it’s meant only for his pleasure, not hers. Though you might be surprised—many wives learn to love it.”
He pressed his thumb against her rear entrance, not penetrating, just applying pressure that made Leah cry out. Combined with his fingers on her clit, it was clearly overwhelming her completely.
“Are you going to come for me, Leah?” Brian asked, his fingers moving faster. “Show me what a responsive little wife you’re going to make.”
I watched Leah’s body convulse over Brian’s lap, her cries echoing through my apartment as her first orgasm crashed through her. My own body clenched in sympathy, the belt becoming an instrument of torture as I witnessed her complete surrender. Brian’s fingers never stopped moving, drawing out her climax until she was sobbing and begging him to stop.
“Shh, that’s enough,” he finally said, removing his hand from between her legs. The camera captured the glistening evidence of her arousal on his fingers, and I couldn’t suppress my whimper when he brought them to Leah’s mouth. “Clean them.”
She obeyed without hesitation, her tongue working over his fingers with the same dedication she’d shown earlier. The sight of her tasting herself from his hand made my pussy clench against the unyielding leather of the belt.
“Good girl,” Brian praised, helping her to stand. Her legs shook so badly she had to grip his shoulders for support. “Get dressed now. Your guardian will be home soon.”
I watched Leah fumble with her clothes, pulling her panties back up over her bare, sensitive slit, fastening her bra over breasts still sticky with Brian’s dried seed. When she was fully dressed again, looking almost exactly as she had at the video’s beginning except for her swollen lips and dazed expression, Brian pulled her down for one more kiss.
“Next time,” he murmured against her mouth, “we’ll work on your gag reflex. I want you taking me all the way down that pretty throat.”
The video ended with Leah nodding obediently, her “Yes, sir” barely audible. The screen went black, returning to the menu showing the other two videos I still had to watch. Training Day. Wedding Night. The titles alone made my insides quiver with nervous anticipation.
I set the tablet aside with trembling hands, my whole body thrumming with frustrated arousal. Three more days of this. Three more days of watching without any possibility of relief. The thought made me want to scream. Already I could feel how swollen I was beneath the belt, how desperately my body craved the touch that the leather denied.
I clenched my fists, stretched them over my head, crossed my arms over my chest and squeezed.
I can do this, I told myself. Then, to my surprise, that same determined voice inside my head added, I want to do this.
Why, though? The answer came in an unexpected flash. For me. For myself—yes, for Scott, too… because he’ll spank me if I don’t do as he says, and… and he spanks my bare bottom so hard when I’m naughty… but…
But… really… for myself.
To understand myself. To learn about what kind of person I am—what Jacob couldn’t teach me, because he didn’t know either.
Scott, though… I felt my cheeks heat as if someone had just lit them with a blowtorch.
I had to distract myself from those thoughts. They seemed too real, too revealing of a truth I wanted to keep at arm’s length. I needed… I needed some way to deny it, some way to maintain a resistance—to Scott… and to myself.
I can do this.
I picked up the tablet, and noticed that Leah’s First Cock now had an icon I didn’t think I’d seen before—a pencil icon that must mean Edit. I tapped it.