Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“When you say it,” he said near my ear, “I’ll fuck your pussy.”
CHAPTER 18
Porter
The answer came from Alex instantly, sobbed and breathless and mortifying.
“I’m the kind of girl who needs it in the ass.”
“Good girl,” I growled, and I freed her arms for just long enough to let the robe fall from my shoulders. I took hold of her wrists again, my raging cock in my left hand, and I brought the head of my manhood up against the glistening, luscious entrance to the recesses of my new fuck toy’s body. Her whole frame shuddered, her arm muscles struggling against the restraint of my fingers in a way I knew very well, of a young woman just beginning to learn how deeply bondage affected her.
Alex cried out as I drove my cock into her wet little cunt from behind, the table bracing her, my right hand keeping her wrists pinned at the small of her back while my left settled first on the roundness of her hip, then moved to the black base of the plug. Her pussy took me greedily despite the fresh humiliation, despite the tears I could hear still caught in her breathing. I gave her one hard, deep stroke and felt her whole body answer.
“That’s right,” I said, bending so I could speak near her ear. “This is what you begged for.”
She made a sound, half sob, half moan, and pushed back against me in a fashion I felt sure some part of her found disgraceful even as her body responded to my dominance. The plug shifted under my fingers as I moved it gently, and the effect on her was immediate. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt clenched around me in hot little spasms that drew a pleased growl from my chest.
I fucked her hard, though not carelessly. Alex needed force right then, force and certainty, the kind that takes a girl past self-consciousness and leaves her only the fact of being used properly. Each thrust drove her against the edge of the table. Each slight movement of the plug made her gasp anew. I could feel the way the sensations braided together for her, the pussy and the ass, exactly as I had told her they would.
“Oh, God… oh, God…”
“Sir,” I said, and pulled the plug outward just enough to make her cry out.
“Sir,” she sobbed at once. “Sir… please…”
I leaned over her a little more, my chest to her back for one stroke, then another. “There’s something you should know, because I’m going to come in this tight little cunt.”
She made a helpless little noise as I thrust deeper. “I… I… can’t think.”
“You don’t have to think much.” I drew out almost all the way and drove back in. “I’ve had a vasectomy.”
Even in her state, I felt the slight jolt of surprise go through her. Good. I wanted to have that concern removed from the equation, to help Alex truly let go. I felt certain she had some rational little corner of her mind trying to govern this, trying to make her body’s surrender fit into acceptable categories. Better to deprive it of one more excuse to interfere.
Then I gave her the next structure she needed, smiling despite the heat in me and the way the velvet walls of her pussy nearly overmastered my control as my cock came and went inside her. “What do you want?”
She tried to answer, but another thrust took the coherence out of her for a moment. I kept fucking her, steady and deep, feeling her body open around me more fully with every stroke. My hand on the plug moved the toy in and out with tiny, controlled motions that made her shudder violently.
“Tell me.”
“I want…” Her voice broke. “I want to come.”
“Do you.”
“Yes… sir… please… please…”
“You will ask permission before you come.”
She sobbed out her response instantly, exactly as I expected. “Please… please, may I come?”
The speed of it nearly made me laugh, though what I felt most strongly was hunger. Such a needy thing. Such an honest one, once properly pressed. I kept my pace unchanged.
“No.”
Her whole body jerked.
“Sir,” she whimpered.
“No,” I repeated calmly. “You may ask. You may beg. You may not come until I decide.”
* * *
Alex
“Oh, God… I mean… oh, sir…” The idea went through my feverish brain that somehow Porter Bradford had become my new deity: one who had a power over me that felt much more present than any almighty’s could be.
“No,” he said again, maddeningly calm behind me.
I made a sound that hardly seemed human. The table dug into my hips with each thrust. My wrists were still caught in one of his hands at the small of my back, and his other hand still toyed with the plug, not enough to pull it out, just enough to remind my body, over and over, that every part of me had become part of the lesson, that every part of me belonged to my sponsor.