Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Her eyes went wide as I lowered it and placed the muzzle against her soaked opening.
She shook, and her thighs trembled as she started to cry again.
"Push back onto the gun," I demanded.
She shook her head no.
"It wasn't a question. Do it now."
She pushed back a little, then leaned forward. The barrel barely breached her lips. I doubted it went inside of her.
"Take it all. You can do it, or I can fuck you with it. I would hate for my fingers to get slippery."
Her shoulders trembled and she pressed her lips tight to stop another sob from breaking free.
To my complete fascination, she pushed back. The muzzle disappeared deep inside her, then she rocked forward.
Fuck, this was the hottest, most fucked-up thing I had ever seen.
"Spread your legs," I demanded, kicking her feet apart. "I want you to take it all and take it deep."
The movement lowered her body a few inches but put her hips in a much better position. Her ass cheeks spread wide, and I could see everything. Everything from her tight little puckered hole to her cunt greedily pulsing around my gun.
God, this greedy little pussy was going to feel so good milking my cock.
She could fight it all she wanted, but I knew the truth.
My babygirl liked this. I needed to be sure she couldn't deny it later. The shame needed to mark her, just as intensely as my belt had. I angled the gun down so the muzzle pressed against her G-spot. She was going to come apart for me.
I knew the second I had the gun in the right position.
Alina's body shuddered with a deep moan she wasn't able to hold in.
"That's right, fuck this gun, pretend it's my cock pushing deep inside you."
Her face screwed up tight, her lips clamped together, and her nails pressed little divots into the cheap wood varnish on the table.
"I think you would prefer my cock, wouldn't you? You swallowed it so well last night. If you had done what you were told, I would have let you have it. Now you have to earn the privilege of my cock."
I knew she was getting close.
"Show me how badly you want it. Show me you can be a good girl and earn it."
She pushed back harder, her juices dripping onto my hand. The smell of her sweet sex was maddening. I wanted to drop to my knees and lick up every drop. But I meant what I said. She was going to have to earn it.
Instead, I ran my hand over the curve of her ass, her skin still hot from the spanking she endured. Her back arched harder and when I pressed my thumb into a particularly red-hot spot, she pushed back onto the gun harder.
It was like the pain spurred her on, making her work harder for the pleasure. I was going to have to remember that.
When she came, it was with a shuddering scream that bowed her back. Her lips parted and her eyes were wide open, staring straight into mine.
I knew my reflection revealed the hunger in my eyes to her, the demand for more.
Keeping the gun buried deep inside her, I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her back hard enough she had to arch her back. Her shoulders almost reached my chest.
Slowly pulling the gun out, I leaned forward and traced the shell of her ear with my tongue, making her shiver.
"If you want to live, you have to learn how to obey. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl?"
She nodded.
It was time to move, time to utilize a necessary tool for what came next.
No one could see her face when I moved her.
I released her hair and after tucking the gun away, pulled the hood out of my back pocket and swept it over her head.
CHAPTER 12
ALINA
Everything went black.
I screamed, but it was muffled by the thick fabric covering my face.
I might as well have been crying out underwater.
The hood blocked out all light and most sound.
The fabric didn't cut off all my air, but I had to strain to get oxygen in, my head swimming with the effort.
Or maybe that was panic? I didn't know.
Pavel was still behind me, his body pressed to mine, against the hot, painful welts left by the belt's sting.
The pain was a godsend.
It grounded me. Told me which way was up, and that I was still alive. I was in danger, but I was alive. As long as I drew breath, even if it was thick and smelled of my shame, there was a way out.
Temporarily deprived of my sight, the mirror was of no use in helping me figure out what he was doing. That somehow made everything so much worse when he secured what felt like a buckle around my throat.