Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I strip her down and I put her in the shower. She squirms but she opens her mouth and rebelliously lets the water flow into it. I let her, knowing it won’t be enough to get the taste out entirely.
In the shower, I play with her adorable body, enjoying her curves. She is very pretty, with a full ass and thick thighs, and nice breasts. It’s never been a purely physical thing between Laura and me, but I’d be lying if I tried to pretend she’s not intensely bangable. Nature designed this woman to be fucked and claimed. Fortunately for nature, that’s precisely what I plan to do with her.
I make sure every inch of her is clean, even going so far as to soap my finger and gently push it into her ass. She complains, of course, but I press my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I tell her. “You’ve been a bad girl. It’s time to prove you can be a good girl too.”
Her response is as muffled as it is irrelevant. When I am satisfied she is entirely clean, I rinse her thoroughly, then have her step out of the shower and dry her off. She makes little complaints from time to time, interspersed with pleas for mercy, but I ignore all of them.
“Bend over the bed, reach back, and hold your ass open for me,” I tell her, patting her ass firmly.
“Please don’t fuck my butt,” she whimpers, doing as she is told.
“I am absolutely going to fuck your ass,” I inform her.
She hesitates, but reaches back and holds her cheeks open for me, exposing that naughty little hole. I have been dreaming of punishing her this way for quite some time. I’m thrilled she’s given me such a good reason to do it.
“You came all this way to fight with me, didn’t you,” I purr. “But you never wanted to win. You come to me because you know I will help you lose.”
I put my hand on her lower back and she makes a little sound of surrender as I slide inside her. This is what she craved. My cock. My attention.
She’s tight. Very tight.
“Relax and breathe,” I tell her. “This might hurt, but it shouldn’t harm you unless you resist.”
The answering complaint is music to my ears. She grunts, she whines, and she wriggles her hips as the head of my cock sinks slowly into her rebellious rear, finding tight, hot flesh to conquer.
“Your pussy is going to have to stay empty,” I tell her. “You haven’t earned a pussy fucking tonight. Tonight, I breed your ass.”
I take my time with her for the first little bit, working her ass on my shaft until she starts to relax properly. Underneath it all, she really is a very good girl. I thrust slow and deep inside her, thoroughly enjoying her.
The sounds she makes at first are tight and desperate. She’s writhing with need, but she’s also trying to pull away. There is no escape for her when it comes to me. There never has been. I pin her down and I make her take this ass-fucking. Long and slow, I slide my cock deep inside her most humiliating hole, knowing that she wishes I would do almost anything else to her.
The magic of disciplinary anal is that it always hits a point where the bad little girl getting her ass fucked starts to enjoy it. Her ass relaxes, her clit gets the benefit of friction against the bed, and there are all sorts of chemical transmitters rushing through her mind. This is primal claiming, rough dominance. She can certainly still taste the acrid soap in her mouth. All her senses are being commanded. Her entire body is at my disposal.
I rut a little harder, gripping her hips and shafting inside her with hard rhythmic strokes designed to make her feel fucked, not made love to. Sometimes tenderness is misplaced. Sometimes I have to be rough to be kind.
Little by little, Laura starts to truly submit, both to my discipline and to her anal domination. As I smooth out my strokes and roll my hips to surge inside her with a more sensual movement, she begins to moan, and then to arch her back.
I spank her ass nice and hard, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. “Good girl,” I encourage her. “Show me how much you want your owner to fuck your ass.”
“I don’t want…” she tries to whimper, but she can’t finish the sentence, because she doesn’t really mean it. She wants this. She wants all of it. She wants to be hunted down. Day after day. She wants to know that her life is no longer her own. She wants to be caught in bed at night. She wants to have her underwear pulled down, and a hard cock thrust up inside her. She wants to be dominated and used at my disposal. She craves all of these things, but admitting any of them would be so shameful she’d probably break immediately if she so much as tried to put voice to them.