Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, so softly I could have imagined it.
And then he was off his feet, his hand shaking as he unzipped the trousers, holding my head up with his other hand.
“Open up,” he said urgently. “Come on, open your mouth, little one.”
Gone were my name and the term of endearment I preferred. Now there was nothing left but desperation and the need to use me like a whore. And I responded to it desperately, because it was exactly what I needed, an endless flaming fire of shame burning in the pit of my stomach.
I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, the toy buried inside me. My body had known what to do, what Ellis wanted, and I was desperate to give it to him.
He pulled his trousers down, and then his boxers, and my eyes watered as I waited. His cock was above me then, thick and impossibly long, with veins bulging all over.
“Wider,” he barked, and I stretched my mouth as wide open as it would go, and then some more until I felt like my lips would split open.
He was jerking his cock and my arms twitched against the rope because I wanted to do it myself. For a second, I was sure he would untie me, but he changed his mind and kept going. My eyes watched and I felt mesmerized as he groaned, suddenly so fucking helpless, and he splattered his load all over me.
I twitched when the first spurt landed on my tongue, but there was nowhere to go, and then he was holding my head in place with his free hand, the other one feeding me his cum, his tip hot and pulsating against my tongue. I retched, but he wouldn’t let go. He wiped his cock on my tongue and fed me, his fingers working, wiping himself all over my lips, urging me to lick it up. Brokenly, I succumbed to his demands. I ate his cum like a whore and felt every bit the broken plaything he wanted to turn me into.
He didn’t stop until I’d licked it all up, and then he zipped up and leaned down next to me, leaving a fleeting kiss against my cheek, and tapping my ass with his hand.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he said, not unkindly. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
“What?” I cried out, my eyes widening. “No, don’t, please… I was so good…”
“Shh,” he said gently, picking up my panties from the floor. “It’s okay, little one. It’ll be over soon.”
He stuffed the panties into my mouth and muffled my scream, filling my mouth with my own taste. I could only watch as he removed his tie and wrapped it around my head, through my teeth, holding my gag in place.
He tightened the ropes around my legs and walked away, carefree and easy. He turned around when he’d almost reached the door, and he smiled at me gently over his shoulder.
“Oh,” he muttered. “How could I have forgotten?”
He approached me again and kneeled next to me. His hands went to my ass and I whimpered in relief when he touched the dildo. I forced my legs up again, giving him easy access.
“Good girl,” he said softly and clicked the toy on to the lowest setting. “There you go, little one. Enjoy.”
He moved back and I stared at him in absolute horror, my cries muffled. He smiled and walked away, turning the light off before he left and throwing me into complete, utter darkness.
And in it, there was nothing but the feeling of pure pleasure, and the most frightening, intense pain.
It was impossible to sleep. My eyes wouldn’t stay closed for longer than a few minutes at a time. Pleasure kept waking me up, making me shake with the unbearable warmth spreading through my body. It felt like I was working up to something, my body slowly building and building some more to a pleasure I couldn’t even imagine. Yet it didn’t happen. Either my body was too weak, or the vibrations weren’t strong enough. I was left captured in a world between the two extremes – pain and pleasure, left hanging by nothing but a thread, unable to reach either extreme.
My body shook, and my limbs trembled as the toy kept working me. I kept spasming, crying out and sobbing softly around the panties in my mouth. I tried lifting myself on my toes, high enough to push the thing out of me, but he’d tightened the ropes tying my legs to the chair and I couldn’t get high enough. I could only push it hallway out, and there was no option but to let it sink back in again. Halfway through the night, I realized I would have to pee soon, and embarrassment made me scream against the wet lacy fabric. I wouldn’t humiliate myself like this, I wouldn’t pee in that spot. I would keep it in until he let me go.