Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Off and on I pull her.
Out and back in I go.
And slowly, I pick up my pace while keeping the depth steady each time I enter her mouth. Sweat starts to slicken my skin as my full concentration zeroes in on controlling the speed and the amount of cock I feed her. I’m vaguely aware my hand has tightened in her hair as my muscles have tensed, but the way she’s just taking it without a single wince tells me she probably hasn’t even noticed that either.
Then, I see it, and if I weren’t the man of control that I’ve proven I am, I would fill her throat with my cum the moment it happens.
My doll, the one who’s innocent to the point of prim and proper when she gives me head, who’s always mortified when something I wouldn’t think twice about happens, like when a line of spit connects her lips to my cock as I pull out of her mouth…
That doll…
Begins to drool.
At first, it’s a single dribble out one corner of her still-relaxed lips, and I watch it trickle down her chin like a raindrop on a windowpane, staring in utter fascination as it then turns into a rivulet of saliva gaining in length. I prepare myself, wondering what will happen when that sexy-as-fuck bomb of wetness lands. From my angle above her, my head cocked to the side so I can keep an eye on my even strokes, I see it’s aimed right for the middle of her thigh.
But I refuse to stop. I refuse to end this delectable feeling of power over my sub who’s enjoying it just as much as I am as I control her head, moving her off and on my cock until I’ve lulled her into oblivion.
Yet, she’s going to feel it. And I’ll need to respond accordingly to her reaction. She’s going to feel it splash on her heated skin, realize what she allowed to happen in her complete submission, and freak the fu—
It disconnects from her chin and hits. Not a tiny teardrop that could go unnoticed, but a whole stream of saliva that pools on the top of her leg before finally overflowing, forming a miniature waterfall over the inside of her thigh.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until her sexy moan snaps me out of it. A sweet little coo around my cock that makes me instinctively thrust my hips when I pull her forward, giving her another couple of inches.
When she takes it with ease, I groan with pride. “Fucking Christ. What a perfect little whore doll you are, taking so much of my cock without complaint.”
She coos again, and with so much saliva, it makes a gargling sound, and I brace internally when she instinctively swallows to avoid choking on her spit. But nothing changes in her demeanor, her submission intoxicating, a temptation the sadist within me cannot resist any longer, as I pull her onto my cock until the tip touches the very back of her mouth. It’s only for a split second before I push her off again, but—
“My fucking God.” No objection. So I do it again just as deep, then tug her backward. “I’ve never seen anything—” In and out. “—as fucking sexy—” Back and forth. “—as my big cock—” Pull and push. “—disappearing—” In and out. “—inside my fuck doll’s—" Back and forth. “—slutty little mouth.”
By the time I get all that out, I’m truly masturbating with my sweet submissive’s head, not only yanking her back and forth with my powerful grip but thrusting forward on her intake. And her only response is the continuous hum during her exhales that are momentarily shut off each time my cock meets her throat.
“You love being used, don’t you, baby?” I growl, keeping a tight rein on my movements as I try to balance the Dom I’ve always been with her and the Seven I used to be.
Because in the past, if a sub had shown she loved this act as much as my doll is in this moment, it would’ve been all I needed as the green light to shove myself all the way inside without a second thought. No remorse. But the subs of my past were highly masochistic, ones with awe-inspiring tolerances for pain that even I wouldn’t be able to take. And while I cared about their safety, mental and physical, I was never responsible for the emotional part, and I only played with partnered subs who had their own Dominant to handle aftercare.
My doll is the only submissive I’ve ever loved. She’s the only woman I’ve ever been responsible for taking care of in all aspects of her being and safety.
And that’s why instead of giving into more sadistic temptations, I don’t push her any further physically. I don’t give her more of my length to test just how far I can go before she starts to struggle. This has been a purely positive situation, and there’s no point in ruining that just for the sake of trying to find a line in the sand. There will be time to continue that search later.