Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
As if he could read my mind, Joseph lowered his chin and growled, “I have a paddle here, too, sweetheart. Do you need me to get it?”
I swallowed so hard it hurt. My face burned. With my lower lip between my teeth, I forced myself to turn until I could see the door of the bedroom, off to the side of the enormous living room. The huge bed with the burgundy comforter beckoned to me—no, commanded me with its potent symbolism, its embodiment of Joseph’s dominance.
Each step felt heavier than the last as I crossed the marble and my pumps found the carpet of the living room. Even there, still ten meters away, the bed loomed before me, an enormous expanse that seemed to dwarf my petite frame. My brow furrowed as I moved, my one naughty piece of lingerie somehow accentuating my lack of panties, my nudity, the intrusive, degrading, arousing metal plug in my anus.
I reached its foot. I climbed onto it. I knelt, the soft comforter receiving my knees as I positioned myself on the firm mattress. My hands trembled, and I hesitated once more, knowing what was expected of me yet feeling the weight of my vulnerability pressing down.
Joseph’s voice echoed in my mind, the memory of his commanding tone leaving no room for defiance.
I’m sure you know what happens to girls who don’t offer their bottoms for fucking, you little slut, the distant whisper said. I let out a little whimper at its cruelty, and at the terrifying knowledge that I was the one talking—that I couldn’t help serving as Joseph’s ally in mastering me and bending me to his hard penis’ enjoyment.
I bent over onto my elbows, burying my face into the fine, soft fabric, inhaling deeply to steady my nerves. The scent of the comforter’s fabric seemed to mingle with the faint aroma of Joseph’s cologne, grounding me in the moment.
I could feel his gaze on me, a scorching heat that made my skin tingle. I thought I could almost feel his pleasure, too; how aroused a dominant man like my master had gotten at the sight of a naughty girl’s bottom presented that way, showing the marks of his discipline, her face down and her cunt and anus up.
His voice sounded from much closer than the foyer. He had followed me, quietly watching.
“Reach back and show me,” Joseph said, his voice a little husky, the words a potent mix of authority and expectation. The thought of his lustful eyes on my exposed, proffered backside sent a hot shiver down my spine, both shame and arousal flooding my senses.
With a shaky breath, I reached back, my fingers taking hold of the smooth skin of my buttocks. I whimpered as one of my fingertips caught a bruise. I hesitated, overwhelmed by the intimate act I was about to perform. Closing my eyes, I imagined Joseph watching me, his piercing blue eyes never missing a detail.
Slowly, I pulled my cheeks apart, exposing the jeweled butt plug nestled deep inside my anus. The cool air on my exposed flesh heightened my terrible awareness of the plug’s presence. In my mind’s eye I saw the gemstone winking in the soft light of Joseph’s opulent apartment, humiliatingly marking my bottom as his possession.
That moving, helplessly arousing image of my submission lingered, branding itself into my consciousness. Each second stretched into eternity as I held the position, waiting for Joseph’s next move, the tension thrumming through my body like a taut wire.
I heard his deliberate footsteps. I heard what could only be him shedding his clothes, the rustle of fabric a stark contrast to the silence enveloping me otherwise.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance. “So eager, so ready for me. Look at that tight little cunt I gave such a pounding yesterday.”
My breath caught in my throat, every word a jolt to my senses. The comforter muffled the sound a little, but I could hear it all. He approached the bed, and I felt the mattress dip under his weight. I didn’t dare move, too aware of the jeweled butt plug nestling deep inside me, its cool metal a constant reminder of my submission.
“Spread yourself wider,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my cheeks burning with mortification.
The air shifted as he moved behind me. I sensed him reaching out, his fingers grazing my exposed skin before gripping the base of the plug. With a deliberate twist, he began to withdraw it. I clenched reflexively at the mortifying feeling.
“Relax, Ingrid.” Joseph’s voice was a low growl, steeped in authority. “You’re mine tonight. Every part of you.”
With a whining noise deep in my throat, I pushed, my cheeks hot as the sun. The plug slid free, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. I shivered as he set it aside and reached for a bottle of lubricant. The click of the cap sent another wave of anticipation through me.