Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 21
Margarete (Three Months Later)
The last three months have been tough since Hans and I moved in with Xander, but they’ve also been the most rewarding of my life. Therapy has helped me figure out much of my baggage, and Dr. Kitner is so sympathetic. Hans is also making progress. We’re thriving with Xander.
Xander kisses my head. “Have you picked a school yet?”
I stare at the pile of brochures on the table. Some are for schools on the other side of the country. I told Xander it was too far, and he simply said, “Let me worry about that.”
“I still don’t think I can afford this,” I say, gazing up at him.
“You can afford anything you want. Just pick a school.”
I open my mouth to protest when I feel a jolt in my underwear. Xander made me wear a toy when it took me longer than a week to pick a school. He likes to bring me close to orgasm and shut the device off if I give him attitude. I haven’t had an orgasm for a week.
“If you act out, I’ll bring you to the brink, but I won’t allow you to come.”
“Xander, I don’t want you using your money. I got a few grants and scholarships. I can get a job to cover the rest.” I convulse as he increases the vibration of the toy. “Torturing me won’t help me decide quicker.”
Xander smirks. “What you think is torture, I consider foreplay, baby.”
“Yes, well, your foreplay sucks.”
“All you have to do is pick a school.”
I close my eyes, trying to force my body not to react to the sensation of the toy, but it’s futile. Frustrated, I grab the pamphlet in front of me and throw it at Xander. “There. I pick this one.”
Xander grabs the paper and looks at it. “This is in town.”
“I know.”
“You want to go here?”
I smile. “Yes. You didn’t think I’d pick a school away from you and Hans, did you?”
Xander drops the remote on the floor and picks me up. I wrap my arms around him like a monkey clinging to a tree. “I’m going to pound into your sweet pussy so hard that they’ll hear you down the street.”
“Is this a two-person party, or can anyone join?”
Xander and I turn to see Hans at the door.
I smirk. “Why are you still wearing clothes, whore?”
Xander has helped me discover my dominant side over the last few months. Initially, I was worried about saying cruel things to Hans. But my inhibitions faded when I discovered that the meaner I was, the harder he became.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mistress?” Hans asks once he’s removed his clothes.
“Why don’t you crawl like a dog and watch how a real man fucks me?”
Xander laughs as my back hits the wall. He pulls up my skirt and moves my panties aside. He doesn’t take out the vibrator. Instead, he slides his dick into my pussy with one thrust. “You’re so tight, baby girl. So wet, warm, and perfect.”
“You’re so big, Daddy. Fuck my pussy hard. Show our pretty little pet how a real man fucks.” I look at Hans, who’s salivating as he gazes at us, his dick as hard as steel. “You hungry, puppy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Hans moans. “Very hungry.”
“Pull down Master’s pants and lick his asshole clean.”
Hans doesn’t hesitate to follow my command. He slides Xander’s gray jogging pants down and buries his face in his ass.
“It’s a little scary how good you are at this,” Xander mumbles into my neck.
I dig my nails into his neck. “Harder, Daddy. I want you to fill my pussy with cum. Put a baby in me, please.”
“Jesus Christ,” Xander moans, slamming into me so hard that my body bounces between him and the wall. “I’m gonna put a baby in this sweet cunt. Fuck it all day and night until I’ve put my baby in you.”
Xander supports me with one arm, moving the other behind him to press Hans’ face into his ass. “Our little slut has his tongue right up my asshole. Does it turn you on knowing he’s a pathetic whore?”
“Yes, baby. I love knowing he’s pleasing you while you fuck his sister.”
“You’ve made me so horny that I’m going to have to let the little bitch fuck my ass,” Xander groans.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, biting his shoulder.
I’ve never seen Xander get fucked. The idea is enough to make me come.
“Fuck boy, go get the lube.”
Hans jumps up like a kid at Christmas, scampering out of the room and running down the hall.
“You think he’ll be disappointed about fucking you instead of the other way around?”
Xander chuckles. “Why don’t you shut your smart little mouth and cum all over my fat dick?”
I bite his flesh, breaking his skin. My eyes roll back in my head as the metallic tang of Xander’s blood seeps into my mouth. I don’t stop there with my assault. I puncture his skin by raking my nails down his back, relishing the sensation of his blood on my fingertips.