Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Daisy was so dirty and she didn’t even know it. This innocent girl was going to love every fucking thing I gave her.
Her body rocked again as her orgasm peaked, and she cried out as it took over her completely.
“That’s just the beginning,” I whispered to her.
Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as her orgasm faded, and it took her a moment to register my words.
“What?” she whispered with a breathy sigh.
Obsessed with the look on her face, I pressed even harder and rubbed faster. “No, please,” she panted, trying to pull away, but the ropes wouldn’t let her. “It's too much.”
“It's too much when I say that it's too much,” I told her, voice husky with desire—with need. “Give me more, Daisy.”
“I can't…oh God…oh God…Mr. Langston, please. Please!” I pulled the vibrator away slightly, before slapping the side of her thigh with my free hand, punishing her for not trusting her master.
“I am your master,” I reminded her again. “And only I will say when it’s too much.”
Bringing the vibrator back to her, it only took seconds for her begging to change. “Oh, god,” she moaned, shivering under me again and she pressed up against the vibrator.
Sliding the buzzing device along her slit to wet it down, I slowly pushed it inside her. Her eyes widened as she jerked at the ropes.
“I'm much bigger than this, Daisy,” I whispered. “Feel the way this vibrator stretches you? How it slides along that sweet spot inside you? Having me inside you is only going to be more intense. More of everything.”
“It hurts,” she whimpered, and I pulled the vibrator back before easing it into her again.
“Only for a few minutes, sweet. Then it's going to feel amazing. Fight it, if you want. Pull at the ropes. Scream and beg, but I own you.”
Her sob sounded all too real, and I made my movements gentle. Small thrusts. Easy and shallow. I couldn’t stop the pain completely, but could make it easier for her. She whimpered a bit and then quieted, and I started slowly going deeper.
“Feel good now?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “It's different.”
I pushed the vibrator in even deeper, moved it faster, and fucked her with the toy until another orgasm took over her. She yanked against the ropes, shifting her body against the vibrator and taking it even deeper.
“Oh, mmmm,” she moaned, whimpering in pleasure as the orgasm built. God, she could make that sound all day and I’d never get tired of it.
Her tits bounced as she bucked against the vibrator, crying out in ecstasy, and I wanted to taste them, massage those bare breasts and nip at her nipples. I barely kept myself from throwing the vibrator across the room and taking her right then.
When her orgasm finally ebbed away, she relaxed, sinking into the bed. I should have left her right there, but my cock was so hard that it throbbed in pain, and I wanted to her to feel the same pain she was causing me. Before she could fully recover, I pressed the vibrator to her clit once again and punished her until she exploded.
“It’s too much, Mr. Langston,” she cried out. “I’m too sensitive. Please.”
“What did I say,” I murmured to her. “I will say when it’s too much. Not you.”
“But, oh god,” she moaned. “It’s so intense.”
“I want it to be,” is all I said and moved the vibrator even more, watching as she came undone.
She gasped and then screamed—in frustration? Pleasure? Maybe both—as I pushed the vibrator against her clit even harder.
“Fuck,” she yelled, and it was the first time I’d heard her cuss like that. I wanted that dirty mouth on my dick so bad, those soft pink lips sucking me.
Faster and faster, I moved the vibrator until her orgasm consumed her. She shook, crying out from the intensity of her fourth orgasm. And only when her shaking stopped did I pull the device away and give her a break.
Sweat coated her soft skin and her pussy had drenched the bed under her, coated her thighs. She panted heavily, tits heaving with each gulping breath. It took every bit of strength in me to tear my gaze away from them when she spoke.
“Why?” she asked on a whisper, still catching her breath, as she fell limply against the mattress. “Why are you doing this?”
Putting the vibrator on the nightstand, I leaned over. “Get some sleep,” I muttered and untied her arms, leaving her to undo her legs herself. “I'll be back in the morning.”
“I…I don't think that I can handle it.”
“Oh sweetie, you haven't begun to discover your limitations.” Leaving the rope still tied to the bed, I got up and left her room.
As exhausted as my body was, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Not until I made Daisy completely mine.
* * *
I entered Daisy’s room again the next morning. After slowly easing the door open, I stopped cold. Despite the late hour that my little session had kept her up to last night, she sat wide-awake on the bed, clutching the sheets up around her. When her gaze finally registered that I was there, panic and fear swept across her face. She didn’t try to run, but her whole body trembled.