Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 94181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The terror was real. The arousal was realer.
“That’s it,” Master Paul growled above me. His hips drove upward in three short, brutal thrusts that pushed his cock deep into my throat and held it there. His hands locked my head in place, fingers twisted in my hair, and I felt his shaft swell—that telltale rigidity, the final, impossible thickening that preceded his release. “That’s my girl. Holding her little ass open. Ready for her master.”
He came.
The first pulse hit the back of my throat with a force and a heat that made my eyes fly wide. I swallowed instinctively—the reflex my body had learned, the trained response of a mouth that understood its purpose—and felt the thick, hot flood slide down my throat in a rush that tasted of salt and musk and ownership. The second pulse followed immediately, and the third, each one accompanied by a guttural sound from above me that vibrated through his cock and into my jaw and down through my chest. I swallowed and swallowed, my throat working in rhythmic contractions around his pulsing shaft, the tears ran down my face, my hands gripped my own bottom behind me, the Surrender panties hummed their maddening friction against my swollen, desperate pussy, and I knelt there and took it all.
Every drop.
His hands loosened in my hair. His hips settled back into the chair. His cock softened fractionally in my mouth—still thick, still substantial, but the iron rigidity easing into something warmer, heavier. I held him there. I didn’t pull away. My lips remained sealed around his shaft and my tongue cradled the sensitive underside, and I nursed the last traces of his release from him with small, gentle suctions that made his thigh twitch beneath my cheek.
“Cut,” Melissa said. Her voice sounded different—thicker, slightly unsteady, as if she’d been holding her breath. “That was… really, really good. Did you get her throat while she swallowed?”
“Got everything,” Darlene confirmed from behind her camera. Her voice still sounded professional, but I thought I detected something taut beneath it, as if even her professional distance had been tested by what she’d just filmed. “The swallow is pristine. And the hands behind her we got a fantastic shot of her ass from below—I think there’s a thumbnail there for you.”
My hands. Still behind me. Still holding my own bottom open in an offering that no one had told me to stop making. I released myself with a jolt of fresh humiliation, my fingers cramping as they uncurled from the soft flesh, and I felt the panties settle back inside my cleft with a whisper of fabric that made me shudder.
Master Paul’s hand found the crown of my head. He stroked my hair—long, slow passes from my forehead to the nape of my neck, as if taming me after a moment of animal wildness. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, his softening cock still resting against my lower lip, and the tenderness after the roughness made my chest ache.
“Good girl,” he murmured. The words were quiet enough that I wasn’t sure the microphones caught them. They were for me. Just for me. “Such a good girl, Annie.”
I pressed my forehead against his thigh and breathed. The corset held me upright even now, the boning refusing to let me slump, and the responsive lining continued its quiet torment against my nipples. The panties continued their maddening work between my legs, too. I knelt there in all that engineered arousal with my master’s shameful taste coating my throat and his hand in my hair and his words—tomorrow I’m going to take your ass—echoing through my body like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing.
Tomorrow.
The word sat inside me like a stone, heavy and smooth and impossible to ignore. I thought about the progression—the way my body had been opened, systematically, over the course of four days. My mouth first, learning to accept his size, learning to soften and yield and swallow. Then my pussy, stretched and filled and fucked until it had learned to grip and milk and come on command. Each threshold had felt impossible until I crossed it, and each crossing had revealed a girl on the other side who was more his than the girl who’d stood before it.
There was one threshold left.
CHAPTER 34
Anne
The next day we shot on the bedroom set. Master Paul had talked it all through with me at his apartment the previous night, both the terrifying scene we would film and the implications of what I’d already accomplished. Among other things, he told me Penelope had texted him.
“She’s a bit annoyed that she’s apparently lost her secretary,” he had told me. “I told her that we’re nearly done, but after how incredibly you’ve done with this assignment she’ll be lucky to get you back at all—you’re going to have a lot of new opportunities with Melissa. You’ve also got a share of the Surrender line revenue—we both do—so you’re going to be able to take your time making a decision if that’s what you want.”