Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“There. You’re all set. Let me look at you.”
I turn around in a circle and smile at him.
“What do you think, sir?”
“This will do nicely. Very nicely, indeed.” He touches my waist, and then his fingers draw upward between my breasts to gradually reach my throat. Brent’s finger rests under my chin and as my shivers become too much to bear, he lifts my chin up and kisses me. I groan into his lips while his tongue beguiles my own. My hands search for his cock in his pants, but he pulls away. “No, sweet pet. While I appreciate your enthusiasm, your hands are mine tonight. Understand?”
“I want to make them yours by touching you, sir.”
He laughs.
“No. They are mine, which means I will tell you what to do with them. Do you understand now?”
I nod hesitantly. Giving him control arouses me to my core. This is a deeper level of play than I’m familiar with because at the Cube, I never did anything dangerous with strangers. But here, I’m with Brent and I feel safe. I’ll do anything for him. “I understand, sir.”
“Good. Turn around, and put your hands on the bed.”
I swallow and do as he says. He rubs a big exposed cheek fondly, and then squeezes it hard with his fingers. I squeal. Then, he spanks me, just once and not at all hard. But my lungs can’t expand fast enough, and I’m dizzy already.
“Is that what you want, my pet?”
Emotions flow through my veins like blood and the words leap from my mouth. “Yes, sir.”
Another spank, and then another. My hips rock in yearning for each smack and I’m sure the cheeks are red and flushed, jiggling from his touch. Then he growls and presses his vinyl-cloaked hard-on against my ass. Oh my god, he’s so huge! Bigger than I’ve ever felt before, and this time, it’s going in my backdoor. Will I be able to handle it?
Sensing my trepidation, Brent growls in my ear, his lips grazing my.
“Bend over, Janie,” he rasps harshly. “It’s time.”
12
Jane
* * *
I’m folded in half on top of the black sheets, with my feet on the floor. Brent strokes my pussy from behind and I shudder with delight. He releases a gloating chuckle, before he says, “Anxious, my darling?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you like me to bind you now? You have been a very obedient girl this evening, but should I reward you so soon?”
This is a test. If I say yes too easily, then he won’t give me what I want. But if I say no, then I have no idea what he’ll do. So I answer, “Reward me if it pleases you, sir.”
After a breathless minute, he growls with approval.
“Climb onto the bed.”
I can hardly contain my excitement. My limbs have me on the bed in a second, and with my face pressed into the pillows, I ask, “How would you like me, sir?”
“Hands and knees, my darling.”
I’m grateful his research is so thorough. As I get into position, my mind calms under his strong guidance. I know most women feel a great deal of pain the first time they try anal, especially if they’re bound and unmoving. But I am not most women. I belong to Brent Marshall, and I know he won’t hurt me. He’ll provide intense, astonishing pleasure so long as I give myself to him fully.
He latches a strap around my left ankle, and a sense of calm comes over me. Then he straps my right ankle to a bedpost in order to keep my legs far apart. A ramp cushion slides under my sternum and stomach, and the tilt keeps my face down and my ass up, providing open access for him. Finally, he binds my wrists with straps that he had hidden under the pillows. He sweetly asks, “Are you comfortable, my darling?”
“Yes,” I purr. My slit and asshole are fully available for his viewing pleasure and I hope he likes what he sees. He growls, getting in position behind me but doesn’t enter me right away. Instead, his tongue slides from up my clit and across my tender nether lips. I moan and pant, ready to be undone by him. My hands fist and twist in the restraints. My toes try to curl in my stilettos, but they can’t. He kisses me there, his tongue flicking out to strum my clit and whispers, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” I whine desperately.
I hear a plastic flip-top click behind me before he warns, “This is going to be wet, sweetheart, but we need it.” Then, cold lube drips on my rear end.
I shiver and squeak, and my voice shakes when I say, “Brrrr!”
He chuckles.
“You love it, don’t you, baby girl? You’ll take whatever I want to give you because you’re a good kitten and you want to please me.”