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)
I gently brush the hair off her tear-streaked face and gather it at the back of her head, gripping it painfully. She parts her lips wider with a gasp. “I’m going to show you how I like it.”
I push her forward. It’s going to be awkward with the posture collar on, but I’m not taking it off. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.” She acts like she’s never had a dick in her mouth before. But I get it, every guy likes something different, and I’m willing to train her to know what gets me off.
She does as she’s told, and her body trembles in my hand.
I hold my cock and guide her mouth down onto it. She begins to suck my shaft as I slowly move her open mouth up and down, allowing her saliva to get it nice and wet. “Look at you being a needy slut.”
She closes her eyes slightly, and I pull her head back and slap the side of her face, making her cry out. “Eyes open, doll face,” I remind her. “Look up at me. I want to see you cry while you gag on my dick.”
She whimpers around my cock, and it makes her throat constrict. A groan escapes my lips, my hands tightening in her hair. “That’s it.”
CHARLOTTE
Pain…lust…heat…drool…pride…
So many thoughts are going through my head right now. I can’t move, and I can barely breathe. He’s so big. And the metal…it fills my mouth, runs along the roof of my mouth and tongue. I try to open wider so the piercings underneath his shaft don’t hit my teeth.
The collar restricts my breathing, and my nipples feel like they’re being ripped off. I look up at him through watery eyes, and he throws his head back, his hand holding my hair while my head bobs up and down.
When he hits the back of my throat, I gag, and his throat works as a deep growl comes from his lips. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, Charlotte. That’s a good whore.” He’s breathless.
I lied. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. My pussy thinks so too as wetness pools between my shaking legs.
“Goddamn.” He lowers his head, and his heavy eyes land on mine.
Drool runs out of the corner of my open mouth, and he pushes my head farther down. My air is taken away as the head of his cock fills the back of my throat. My body jerks involuntarily, and my eyes blink quickly as I gag.
“You’re so pretty on your knees,” he tells me, and butterflies fill my stomach. I suck on him harder, as if I can swallow him whole. He smiles down at me. “Are you wet, Charlotte? Hmm? Does that cunt of yours need to be fucked too?”
I try to nod, but the collar prevents it. So I just stare up at him, praying he bends me over and takes my pussy next. He pulls my mouth free from his cock, and I gasp, needing air. I’m starting to feel lightheaded. He pushes me back down. It fills my mouth once again, and he lifts his hips off the chair, my nose almost touching his jeans, and I gag again.
“I’m going to fuck it now,” he warns, and my eyes widen. Isn’t that what he’s been doing?
He pulls my mouth free of his cock and then shoves it down before I can even take in a breath this time. He does it again and again.
Gag, drool…gag, drool. I kneel before him like a toy as he fucks my mouth rougher than I thought possible. My eyes and nose run as much as my open mouth, blurring my vision, and the room sways.
“I’m going to come, doll face,” he growls, and I try to pull away, but he holds me in place as I mumble around his dick.
The fact that he wants me to swallow makes me nervous. But I have no other choice than to take it. He shoves my head down, pushing his cock deeper than before, and I gag. His cock pulses in my mouth, and I feel his warm cum slide down the back of my throat before he yanks my head back.
I gasp, drool and cum leaks from my mouth as my chest heaves, and I cough it up, choking on it.
He runs his hands through my tangled hair. His hard eyes once again glare down at mine. As if whatever I just did reset us back to hatred.
Reaching down, he undoes one of the nipple clamps, and my shoulders shake from the pain. He pulls the chain through the ring of the collar and undoes the other.
I cry out.
“Shh, you’re okay, doll face. You did so good for me.”
I swallow roughly and flinch, my throat sore and raw.
He stands and walks around me, removing the chain that connected my upper arms. They fall to the sides, and I’ve never been more grateful for my wrists being tied to my thighs. “We’ll try without this, but if you disobey, it goes back on, understand?”