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)
“Bend,” Ellis told me, and I let him strap me over the contraption that held my ass up and my arms down on the other side. I was frozen, unable to move more than an inch with the shackles cutting into my skin. I’d never been more terrified in my life. He appeared in front of me then, raising a black lace blindfold in front of my eyes. It was reinforced in rich black satin, and when he put it over my eyes, it was impossible to see a thing.
I felt myself gasp and never exhale. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert, waiting for the first touch to my feverish skin, and I realized with great shame that once again I was wet for him. For this.
Seconds dragged by and turned into minutes, the room the perfect temperature and lulling me into a false sense of security. Without a single whisper of a noise, I suddenly felt someone in the room with me.
I gasped at the sudden touch of fingertips to my back, running down my shoulder blades to my ass. I whimpered, letting out a little sob as lips touched my skin, kissing gently like I never knew Ellis could.
No words. He didn’t say anything as he kissed a line down my neck, and I whispered soft pleases under my breath. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. Maybe it was for him to stop, maybe it was to let me go. Or maybe it was so he wouldn’t stop, so he’d finally get it over with. Maybe I wanted him to make me come, just by stroking and kissing me like that.
His touch was electric, and my body responded more desperately than a whore’s.
“Oh God,” I muttered under my breath, panic setting in, making my heartrate rocket. “Please don’t, please don’t do it, please don’t hurt me, don’t let this happen.”
He placed a finger against my lips and I cried out when I felt his lips on my ears, on my cheeks, moving to my mouth. He moved my head to the side and kissed me deeply.
His mouth was demanding, but kind. He took from me as much as he gave, and I melted into his kiss, desperate to grab his cheeks and pull him closer. I needed this reassurance, needed him to be gentle to me before he took me. I craved his touch almost as badly as I hoped he would stop.
But he wasn’t about to.
I felt him moving lower, one hand on the small of my back while the other one reached between my legs as if it was the easiest thing in the world. He rubbed his palm against my pussy and I arched my back, desperately clenching to keep him there. He laughed, low and soft, spanking my ass with his other hand lightly. It made me giggle, too.
Soon, there was nothing to laugh about because my pussy was wetting his hand and I was moaning at the feeling of his fingers parting me open. He held me exposed like that and slapped my open cunt. It made me cry out in protest. I could feel him shaking. At least he was aware of the significance of what he was about to do.
The cool air on my cunt didn’t help me focus. There was only one thought echoing in my mind, alerting me to its presence with flashing red lights.
I wanted him to do this.
I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted his fingers, tongue and his cock inside me.
And he knew it, chuckling at my sudden gasps when I realized it myself. He didn’t say a word and hearing my own slipping from my lips made me blush and feel obscene.
“Please,” I said. “Please, will you just…”
Fingers raked through my hair and his thumb toyed lazily with my clit. I cried out in frustration, and he still hadn’t said a word. I was getting needy, my legs shaking in their shackles and my pussy leaking all over him.
“Please just fuck me,” I blurted. “I can’t take it. Just do it. I want it to be over. I need it. Please.”
A warm hand smothered my mouth. I licked it eagerly.
And then he was between my legs, the same hand opening me up again. I felt like a whore. I was a whore. For that man, I would have done anything. It made me want to sob.
I felt his cock there next, slippery as he rubbed it over me. And then, just like that, he opened me wide for the very first time.
I cried out at the sensation. My pussy breaking open, ready for him to do anything he wanted to me. I mewled at the sting as he stretched me open, and he let out a low growl as his cock filled me. He was hard, so hard I wondered if he was using a toy instead of the real thing, but the second he thrust deeper and my whole body shuddered, I knew it was him from the way his cock throbbed for me. It was intense, crazy, amazing, all rolled up into one confusing experience I couldn’t get enough of. I wanted more, and my body twisted in a desperate effort to give him more, to accommodate his width and girth, to give him more of myself.