Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Leaning forward, I reach around her and pick up my water off the coffee table and take a sip. I then remove the lemon from the glass before placing it back on the coffee table.
“You’re going to kneel until I bend you over and fuck your ass,” I tell her, and her shoulders shake in the belts that I wrapped her in. “But until then, I’m going to watch you drool all over yourself.” I run my fingers that weren’t in her ass over the lemon before I stuff them into her mouth.
Her eyes spring open, and she gags as I push them to the back of her throat. Her mouth is open so wide that she has no capability of swallowing. I grab the back of her head with my free hand and push it down to stare between my open legs.
“I love it when you drool all over yourself, Charlotte. It turns me on to see how much you enjoy being my little whore.” She gags again, and I pull my fingers back just enough to run them along the roof of her mouth, then inside either cheek, pushing her tongue out of my way. She lifts her head up, and her watery eyes meet mine. They’re narrowed on me, and I like the way that her mascara has already started to run. “You’re going to look so pretty after I’m done playing with you. A pretty used-up whore.” She closes her eyes, her breathing picking up when she realizes she will spend most of her night this way.
I pick up the lemon, pull out her bottom lip with my free hand, and gently squeeze it. Enough for the juice to fill her mouth. I watch it run over her bottom lip, down her chin and onto her dress. I left her dressed because I love seeing her clothes wet. I make sure no seeds have fallen out and then let go of her lip.
She sniffs, snot already starting to run from her hooked nose.
“The lemon juice is going to make you produce more saliva than usual. And this particular gag is designed to keep your mouth wide open and make swallowing impossible.” I reach over next to me and pick up the piece of rope. I lean forward and thread it through the back of the ring on the harness and then bring each end around her head and pull on it, forcing her head down in the process. I bring it around her bent legs that she kneels on and tie it off. “This position—your head down—will also help with the excessive drooling.” My eyes drop to see a line already falling onto her legs.
“Punishment isn’t meant to be enjoyable, doll face,” I inform her, and she whimpers. Her body shakes, and she sniffs again, her nose running as much as her drool.
I sit back, spread my legs farther and turn on the sound to the TV, ignoring her. She’ll sit there, gagged and tied with a plug up her ass until I decide to fuck her pretty face before I bend her over and take her ass.
FIFTY-THREE
CHARLOTTE
Icrawl out of bed and manage to find my way to the bathroom in the dark. Flipping on the light, I walk past the his-and-her sinks to use the restroom, but I come to an abrupt stop when I see my reflection.
My stomach falls when I see my face. Haidyn bathed me last night after he used my body, but I never got a chance to look at myself. At the time, it didn’t matter. I could barely talk, let alone walk on my own.
Stepping up to the countertop, I place my hands on the cold marble, and my eyes widen. Sucking in a deep breath, I shout, “HAIDYN!”
To my surprise, he comes running into the bathroom as if it’s on fire. “What?” he demands. “What’s wrong?” The panic in his voice would be cute if I didn’t want to stab him.
I turn to face him, my wide eyes looking over his smooth and hard chest. He’s covered in sweat, which tells me he was working out. His sweatpants sit low on his hips, and his abs flex as he breathes heavily.
“What is it, Charlotte?” He steps forward, and I take a step back. He frowns but comes to a stop.
“My face.” I point at it as if he can’t see it.
His eyes look it over before they meet mine once again. He says nothing, but he can’t hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips.
My hands fist. “How could you…?”
“How was I supposed to know that shit wouldn’t wash off?” he asks.
I look back at myself, and my shaking hands come to my cheeks. T and Y are written on my cheeks in my red lipstick. “It’s a stain. The best on the market,” I tell him, dropping my head and running my hand through my hair. I had planned on going out and drinking all night. I hate it when my lipstick smears on my glass. So I thought I’d try this.