Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Very good.” Willow got on the bed beside me, on her knees so that her head was a little higher than mine. She glanced down at me, giving me a stern look. “Put your wrists up so I can cuff you in place,” she told me.
Wordlessly, I obeyed. My hands were quickly manacled to the bedposts on either side. My shaft, still achingly hard, was sticking up from between my thighs, begging for release but the thick black band was firmly fastened around its base, denying me a release.
“Kael, look at me,” Willow demanded, lifting my chin so that our eyes met. “I’m going to ride you until I come. And you’re going to let me—just the same way you let me fuck you.”
I nearly groaned with need. Gods, I loved it when she took control!
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my voice low and gravelly with lust. “I am yours to do with as you please.”
“I know you are,” she told me. Then she straddled my lap and took my stiff, aching shaft in one of her soft little hands.
This time I couldn’t hold back my groan as she sank down onto me, taking my cock deep into her hot, wet depths. I didn’t remember much from our previous encounter when I had been in my demon form but I knew I would never forget this. Her soft little pussy felt like a velvet glove, squeezing me.
Once she was settled fully on top of me with my shaft buried to the hilt inside her, Willow gave me a stern look.
“Now, Kael, I’m going to ride you,” she told me. “And you’re going to hold perfectly still and let me do it. You’re not allowed to thrust until I say so. Understand?”
I was aching to thrust up inside her, but I nodded anyway.
“Yes, Mistress—whatever you say.”
“Good, because here we go.” She put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. Then, slowly, she rose up until only the crown of my cock was inside her sweet, sucking pussy. Just as slowly, she lowered herself back down.
It was a special kind of torture—almost as bad as when she had fucked me so deeply without letting me come. There I was, manacled to the bedposts with my Mistress astride me, caressing and massaging my throbbing shaft with her tight, wet pussy and I couldn’t do a thing but sit there and take it!
I clenched my hands into fists, trying to fight the urge to thrust—to pump up into her and fill her with my seed. But even if I had been free to thrust, I still couldn’t come—not until she removed the ring. She was in charge and I was helpless as she used me like a plaything—a toy.
I found that I loved it.
“Mistress,” I groaned, looking into her eyes. “Please, how long will you torment me? Your pussy is so soft and hot and wet around me—you’re so tight and my shaft is aching to come!”
“You can come when…when I do,” she panted. “And Goddess, I’m close!” She was grinding against me, taking me as deep as she could every time she came down on me. I could hear how hard her heart was beating and her scent said she was incredibly aroused. But of course, the wetness of her pussy would have told me that, even if I hadn’t been attuned to her.
“Mistress, I need to come inside you!” I growled, meeting her eyes again, which were dilated to black with desire. “I need to flood your womb with my seed!”
“Goddess!” She threw back her head and I could feel her pleasure as my own. She was close, so close. If she would just remove the band at the base of my shaft we could come together.
“Mistress, please!” I begged shamelessly.
“Yes—now!” Willow moaned. Reaching between us, she found the strap that released the ring and pulled it open. “Now fuck me!” she demanded. “Fuck up into me and make me come!”
“Yes, Mistress!” I had never been more glad to obey a command. I thrust upward, filling her tight pussy with my cock, feeling her caress my thickness as we ground together.
Our pleasure peaked almost at the same time, with Willow just a heartbeat ahead of me. I felt her inner walls tighten around me even more, milking me as though begging for my cream. And I was more than willing to give it to her.
With a low groan, I thrust up into her as deeply as I could. As the head of my shaft kissed the mouth of her womb, I began to come—spurting my seed deep in her tight pussy, giving her what we both needed so badly.
As I spurted—as I came inside her—I felt something happening inside me. In my heart, I mean. It was like a broken connection between us was being mended—like something in both of us was being made whole.