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)
“Higher,” he commanded, and I pushed my bottom up further, feeling the plug shift inside me. The vulnerability of the position, combined with the lingering fire across my pussy, made me sob into the expensive sheets.
His hands spread my cheeks wide, exposing the base of the plug. “Such a pretty sight,” he murmured, twisting it slightly, making me sob. “But I think you need something bigger now, don’t you?”
“Please, sir,” I whimpered. I didn’t even try to figure out what I meant: the ambiguity itself seemed to come from my very bones.
He pulled the plug out slowly, as I whimpered and tried to push in that mortifying way, attempting to make it easier on myself despite the way that also made it easier for my master to use me in the most humiliating possible way. With a shameful sound, Scott had it free of the little ring, and I gasped at the strange emptiness it left behind. To my distress I could feel myself gaping slightly, my bottom unable to close completely after hours of being held open. The humiliation of it made fresh tears spill down my cheeks.
“Perfect,” Scott said, and I heard him undoing his belt. “You’re nice and ready for me now.”
Without any additional preparation, he pressed the head of his cock against my exposed hole. The size difference from the plug was immediately apparent—he was so much thicker, so much more demanding. He pushed forward relentlessly, and I screamed into the mattress as he breached me.
“That’s it,” he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it all like the fuck toy you are.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t ease into it at all. This was punishment, pure and simple. I had humped my desk, had tried to make my pussy feel good against my master’s wishes, and now I was reaping my terrible reward.
Scott fucked my bottom with brutal intensity, each thrust driving so deep I thought I might split apart. The burning stretch combined with my whipped pussy created a mélange of sensation that had me sobbing uncontrollably.
“This is what happens to naughty girls who can’t control themselves,” he said, punctuating each word with a particularly harsh thrust. “They get their asses fucked until they remember who owns them.”
My hands twisted in the sheets, my whole body rocking with the force of his use. I could hear the obscene sounds of it—the slap of his hips against my punished flesh, the wet noise of his cock pistoning in and out of my thoroughly claimed bottom. The degradation, the complete loss of control, sent me spiraling into that strange space where I’d been all day.
I floated above myself again, watching this young woman—me—being used as thoroughly as a powerful man could use a naughty girl. But this time, instead of detachment, I felt a profound sense of recognition. Scott wasn’t following a script or playing a role. He was taking what was his.
CHAPTER 25
Scott
I felt my own control slipping as I watched Grace surrender so completely beneath me. The sight of her—face pressed into my sheets, bottom raised high, taking my cock with desperate sobs—stirred something primal that went beyond mere power exchange. Each thrust drew sounds from her that made my chest tighten with an emotion I felt a good deal of reluctance to name, given everything it implied.
“You’re mine,” I growled, the words coming from somewhere deeper than conscious thought. “Every hole, every thought, every time you touch that sweet little cunt—mine.”
“Yes!” she screamed into the mattress, her whole body convulsing. “Yours, sir… oh, God… yours!”
I reached around to find her whipped pussy, my fingers sliding through the wetness there despite the punishment I’d administered. The moment I touched her swollen clit, she came violently, her bottom clenching around me with such force that I had to grip her hips harder to maintain my rhythm.
“Did I give you permission to come?” I asked, though we both knew the question was rhetorical. Her punishment was far from over.
I pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping at the loss. Before she could process what was happening, I flipped her onto her back again, pushing her knees up to her chest. The sight of her—pussy red and swollen from the whip, bottom gaping from my use—made my cock throb with need.
“Hold yourself open,” I commanded. “Show me what belongs to me.”
Her hands moved immediately to spread herself, tears streaming down her face as she displayed her punished flesh. I positioned myself at her bottom again, but this time I could watch her face as I entered her. The way her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream—it was intoxicating.
I fucked her harder than before, if that was possible, each thrust meant to drive home the lesson. But something had shifted. This wasn’t just about punishment anymore. The way she looked at me, the complete trust mixed with desperate need in her eyes, made something crack in my carefully maintained control.