Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
He hums and moves the vibrator back up, while positioning himself so his head is between my legs.
“So sweet.” And he starts to eat me out with the vibrator dancing over my clit. His tongue fucks my hole, lashing at the inner walls. I feel him staring at me, but I can’t look at him. It’s too intense. I’m going to come— He pulls away.
And now I understand why this is punishment. My cunt throbs, screaming for release. I let out a sob behind the gag.
“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. You didn’t do what I said. This is punishment for me, too.” He pets my pussy, mesmerized. “I love the way you taste.” He leans in again, nipping at my inner thighs. I yelp behind the gag. That hurt! Did he draw blood?
“Look at that. Look at how wet you’re getting.”
And I moan because he’s right. I can feel my channel growing slick, preparing for him.
He makes a growl sound deep in his throat. The next thing I know, pain rocks through me.
He bit me. He actually did it.
My muscles seize. My orgasm is so sudden, huge and overwhelming, the only thing tethering me to earth is the feeling of wet teethmarks on my inner thigh.
Fuck, that hurt. My cry explodes in my throat, stopped up from the gag.
“Did you come, baby?” he asks. He grips my pussy, squeezing my clit so pain wracks me, followed immediately by a rush of pleasure so intense it sizzles my nerve endings.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” He looks at me like he wants to hurt me.
Yes, I beg him with my eyes. Please punish me.
“You’re not supposed to come until I say. We’ll have to work on that.” He looks absolutely evil.
I nod, my eyes wide.
“You’re going to pay for that one.” The threat is quiet. Intense. My heart races, and I tense my muscles like I’m going to run. He fixes me with a glare, and I freeze.
“Don’t even think about moving.”
I look from him to the door and back again. Come on, Bella, move! Except if I run, he’ll chase me. Catch me. Do terrible things to me…
He puts his hand around my throat. “Calm down.”
I blink at him. My pulse slows. He flicks one of my clamped nipples, and I wince but keep my eyes on him.
“That’s it. I’m in control. Now stay.”
He stands and strips off his shirt, then his jeans, rewarding me.
But when he returns to my side, my heart flutters. He’s so much bigger than me. Physically, it doesn’t take much to dominate me, and he’s a trained fighter who’s studied how to destroy people.
“You gonna be good for me?”
I think about it, then shake my head.
His lips quirk. “At least you’re honest.” He unbuckles the gag. “Ask me to punish you.”
What?
I lick my lips.
He seizes a handful of my hair. “Do it.”
“Please… punish me.” Pleasure pulses in my core when I say it, and I gasp.
He tugs my hair. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He lifts me by the harness, setting me on my feet long enough for him to sit on the bed. He keeps hold of me, though, so my weight barely touches the ground before he’s guiding me over his lap. He’s careful to position me so my clamped nipples don’t brush his thighs. Which I appreciate, but moving jostles the clamps anyway, making me aware of them.
When I’m in position, my tied hands hang down in front of me. My feet touch the floor until he shifts so I’m fully suspended on his lap. Face down, ass up. Classic spanking position.
This was a bad idea.
He rubs my bottom and squeezes the tops of my thighs. It’s happening.
He touches my pussy, and I suck in a breath. My clit pulses with need. One touch and I’ll go over.
“You’re so wet,” his voice is filled with wonder. “Your body is getting ready for me.” He rubs me with the faintest touches. I kick my feet. If he’s not going to make me come, I want him to get on with it.
“No, no. You’re not in charge.” He keeps touching me until I want to scream. Then he moves his fingers between my ass cheeks and spreads the wetness around my bottom hole.
“Oh no.”
“Oh, yes.” He’s rubbing around my bottom, stimulating the nerve endings there. Kumquat. My safeword is on the tip of my tongue.
But I don’t say it. He’s not even hurting me. It feels good. I just don’t want it to.
He chuckles. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh. It’s almost worth it to let him finger my asshole to hear it.
I tense my ass cheeks.
“All right, if you’re so eager.” He smacks his hand down on my bottom, and I’m almost disappointed that it doesn’t really hurt. His hand falls with barely any force. He might as well be patting me.