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 lean down over her, forearms on the bed next to her head and I pound her tight little asshole relentlessly. The sounds she makes are so satisfying, a series of gasps, grunts, and moans. She’s grinding her clit against the bed, trying to find some way to come.
I take pity on her, because I am fond of her, and I slide my hand beneath her hips, the tips of my fingers finding her soaked clit. Her pussy is absolutely drenched with need, and the second I so much as tap her clitoris, I feel her shudder with a first orgasmic reaction that only grows as I rub and fuck her at the same time until finally I am filling her ass up with my cum and she is wailing for more and for mercy.
I pull out of her fucked ass and spank her hard, pinning her down on the bed and thrashing her hard with my palm a good three dozen times, until the skin of her ass is a deep red and she is crying while my cum drips out of her ravaged rear.
“Don’t ever try to make a spectacle of me again,” I warn her, standing over her as she lies on the bed, very much chastised, and absolutely adorable for it. I like the way she cries. She has a very soft, feminine way of shedding tears.
She needs my mercy now. Even though it is a cold, performative thing, she craves it after that punishment. I can imagine how wound up she has been, getting on a flight, coming to Los Angeles, daring to question me in public, and then being dealt with in a rough and primal way. She was begging for me to break her, and that is exactly what I did.
I scoop her up and snug her against my chest. “Do you understand, baby? When you mess with me, I will enjoy punishing you. So please, disobey me if you like. Defy me if you want. There are so many ways for me to use you.”
Laura hides her face in my chest, and I feel a swell of passion and protection. I want to hurt her. I want to make her sore, and sorry, and small. And then I want to comfort her, just as I am now, snuggling her tight as she whimpers and sniffles the effects of her punishment away.
CHAPTER 10
Laura
I wake up in Los Angeles, and realize I missed my English Lit test that was worth twenty percent of my grade.
“Fuck!” I sit bolt upright, pressing my sore butt even more firmly against the bed. “Fuck!” I squeal again, for a different reason. Everything that happened yesterday, and more important, last night, comes rushing back.
A hand reaches up behind me, grasps the back of my neck, and pulls me back down onto the bed.
“What are you cursing about?” He murmurs the question in my ear, his hand keeping me in place.
“I forgot I had an English Lit test yesterday,” I say.
He makes a soft tutting sound. “That’s not good, is it, Laura?” he purrs. “Getting yourself behind on your schoolwork when I expressly told you not to let these things slide.”
I shiver with delight. I am beginning to enjoy being in trouble with him. My entire life I have had to moderate my own behavior, had to ensure everyone else was taken care of and that my own duties were attended to. This is the first time I have ever missed a major test, and his low growl of chastisement excites more than just the lustful parts of my mind.
He makes me feel smaller, softer, and—weirdly given I know what kind of a monster he is—safer.
“Can you help with it?”
I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. He is so very handsome. He’s evil, but fuck, is he sexy.
“What do you imagine I can do about that, Laura?”
“I don’t know. Like, ask the professor to give me a retest or something, tell them I was here with you?”
He chuckles, a warm, deep sound.
“Please? You can tell them I was assisting you. They’ll listen to you. Everyone respects you.”
“You wheedle and flatter like a spoiled child,” he says. “If you want me to do you a favor, you will have to be a good girl for me.” His hand tightens on the back of my neck as he turns me toward him. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes?” I squeak the answer like a question.
He presses me down toward his cock. This feels a little trite and common for him, but I suppose even the most sophisticated psychopath enjoys oral from time to time.
He’s already hard as he slides the head of his cock between my lips. I suck his cock with as much eagerness as I can muster while thinking about twenty percent of my grade, while having my face held down against the sex-soaked crotch of my… he’s not really my captor or my stalker anymore.