Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Clay growls, those blue eyes blazing. But then he spins me around, and forces me forward.
“Hold tight,” he commands. I tip over towards a velvet armchair, the green fabric soft under my elbows. I grab onto the back, but then Clay shifts my hands to the metal bars bolted onto the sides, squeezing them firmly in place.
“I won’t cuff you this time,” he growls me. “But I could if I wanted to.” To my astonishment, I notice that this isn’t just any armchair. Instead, there are metal brackets attached to the bars so that a woman can be restrained. There are also cuffs on the legs of the chair so that her thighs can be pulled apart and then bolted in place. Looking at the metal implements, my eyes grow wide but I’m strangely aroused. What would it be like to be tied down and spread, my thighs pulled open for this man’s gaze? It turns me on, and my honey gushes even hotter.
But then Clay grunts, and his fingers lightly skim over my bottom, teasing the crease between my luscious cheeks. Before I realize it, one hand raises, and he’s smacked a big white moon with the flat of his palm. I let out a shriek as tears come to my eyes, but then the burn spreads and dissipates, and god, it feels good.
“Do you like that?” he growls. I nod my head yes, surprised that in fact I do.
“I need you to use your words, Kitty. Do you like it?”
“Yes, yes I like it,” I reply in a choked voice.
“Good girl,” he says. His hand returns with a lighter touch this time. He traces over the red mark on my bottom before his hand dips lower. Then, those magical fingers lightly stroke their way up and down between my lower lips as I shudder with pleasure. My nipples tighten and my head goes back as I let out a breathy, “Ahhhh.”
As soon as I do his hand pulls away, and I whimper with need. What happened? Why did he leave me? But then Clay grips my hips and pulls me back towards him, driving his shaft up inside of me in one hard stroke. I’m cut off mid-scream because the penetration is so unexpected and intense. He’s enormous and I momentarily choke a bit, unable to process what’s happening. Oh god, he’s ripping me apart!
But Clay kisses me behind the ear then, nuzzling the side of my neck as I pant.
“You’re taking it so well, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Just like a pro.”
I mewl helplessly, and he groans as my internal muscles squeeze him. A woman’s voice in back of us marvels, “Oh my god, she’s so small and he’s absolutely huge. Do you think it hurts?”
I mewl a bit, rotating my hips and to my relief, my pussy loosens a fraction, letting him in deeper.
“That a girl,” he rasps from behind me. “I knew you could stretch.” I’m too overtaken with sensation to respond, but then he pulls out, and delivers another heavy thwack to my bottom, the spank ringing out loudly in the small room. My head drops forward and I groan heavily.
“What did we learn before?” he rasps. “Use your words, Kitty.”
“Yes, I like it,” I mewl in a high-pitched voice.
“You like what?” Clay demands, his voice even more commanding.
“This,” I say, lacking confidence. The longer he is out of me the more I need. I don’t want to talk. I just want that horse cock inside of me, making me feel, but the alpha male’s relentless.
“Tell me what you desire, Kitty,” he commands. “Use your words.”
I take a deep breath, my eyes squeezing shut. Every nerve of my body is on fire, and my nipples feel tight as my pussy aches. I crave him so badly, and before I realize it, the words are flowing out of me in a stream.
“I like having you inside of me,” I beg. “Deep inside. Please.”
I feel his body move closer to mine, now just a hair’s breadth away.
“What does it feel like when I’m inside you?” he asks in a low voice.
I’m almost crying now, the need is so great. “It feels full. You touch a place inside of me that sets off fireworks, and it feels so good that I don’t want it to stop. Please, don’t let it stop, Daddy.” I’m surprised at how easily the words are coming now.
The handsome man grunts and brings the tip of his cock to the edge of my pussy. He rubs it right up against my clit, causing me to mewl and wriggle my hips, trying to get him inside.
“What do you want?” he growls.
“You,” I respond immediately this time.
“Then ask me,” he rasps, still circling his hard shaft around my clit. The nub pulses and throbs, my pussy gushing wetly as I desperately try to catch him in my hole, but it’s useless. He brushes my hair over my shoulder, exposing my back to the cool air.