Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
It’s a tight fit, but the lube is good, and her ass stretches for me like it was made to stretch. Slowly, and with difficulty. Her whimpers make me even fucking harder. She’s such a bad girl, and I am treating her like one.
I reach down and push her face against the floor. I want to make this demeaning. I want her to feel her place. I want to be rough, and yes, a little cruel. I want to be the monster my gut has been telling me she needs from the beginning.
I hear her grunt as I drive deeper, then she moans. She can’t help it. She’s drooling against the floor, her ass held high though I’m not gripping her hot, belted cheeks anymore. She’s keeping herself open for me, her fine fingers clasped to her ass, her hole nicely lubricated for my cock so that with every stroke it gets a little easier for us both.
Taking pity on her and rewarding her for her obedience, I reach around and grip her pussy, holding her beneath me, letting that wet cunt drench my fingers. She’s soaked.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” I tell her, rubbing her pussy. “I’m going to fill your little asshole up, and you’re going to come for me like the dirty little girl you are.”
Her hips are bucking. She’s locked between my cock and my fingers. I spank and I rub, I find her clit and I pay special, rough attention to it. I rub harder, faster, I spank that naughty bud, and more than anything, I fuck her ass. I fuck her deep and hard. I fuck her until she screams and drools against her bedroll, until the birds take fright and fly away, until her legs shiver and shudder, and until we both find desperate, dark release.
I pull out, not because I want to be free of her, but because I need to see her as she is now. I need to see her exposed, flushed cheeks, still held by her delicate fingers, and the smears of cum over her ass, a few drops on her pussy lips. She looks ravaged, and broken, and claimed. She looks perfect.
I spank her ass one last time and walk away.
Aslin
He’s left me tied up and filled with his cum. He’s left me here, vulnerable to anybody who might see me. There is some part of me that hopes Soren will come next. My pussy has been deprived of cock. My ass has been punished inside and out. I am a very bad girl who got some of what she had coming.
Soren doesn’t come. I can’t see him, but I can hear the sounds of work going on around the camp. I have been left here on display, probably as part of my punishment. It’s hot. It’s hot to lie here, bound and drenched in cum. I’m still floating on clouds of arousal and endorphins, breathing in the scent of my own need. Jason made me confront my basest desires, and then he took me one step down.
“Alright,” he says, returning after half an hour or so, freshly dressed and fully showered. He kneels down beside me and loosens my bindings enough for me to be able to get up. “Go get cleaned up, brat, and say sorry to Soren too.”
“Am I apologizing for the drinking and swimming, or for what we did?”
“Apologize for whatever you most feel guilty for,” he advises, slapping my ass. It hurts more now that the feel-good drugs of natural desire and the shots I managed to down have both worn off.
I get up and walk to the shower naked. I can’t see Soren. Is he giving me privacy? That would be the gentlemanly thing to do, and I think he likes to be a gentleman.
The shower is lukewarm, the same temperature as the air around me. I wash myself with the pink loofah and body wash I brought with me, and I muse over all that has happened between Jason, Soren, and me.
I needed to get laid. And I think I needed the rest of it too, maybe even the bindings. I needed to feel like someone was actually in fucking charge for once. Jason has left me in no uncertain place about that, and though I won’t thank him outright, I am grateful.
But I feel something else too… guilt. I don’t know why. I have nothing to feel guilty about. But every time I see Soren’s face, I feel… I don’t know. There’s something in me that’s starting to have a very hard time with being who I am around these men.
The day is starting to wane by the time I get out of the shower and dress myself again. It’s been a big one. So many lies. So much rebellion. So much fucking hot sex. My eyelids are heavy already, but I need to talk to Soren. He’s back now and tending the fire in the gazebo.