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)
Not because I didn’t want to before now, but because my little doll would’ve been mortified by the idea of being so utterly exposed.
“Yellow, Master,” she suddenly calls out, and my eyes shoot to her face as she tilts her head up to look down her body at me, my motions stopping but my hands remaining on her pussy.
“What is it, doll? Fuck the role playing. Tell your Master what you need,” I order, taking in her expression, which looks like she’s about to burst into tears.
“Please, Seven. I can’t take any more. It… hurts I need you so badly. Please.”
The last word comes out on a sob, and I swear to God, it would’ve been my undoing if she hadn’t given me that card.
Instead, keeping my eyes locked on hers as she begs me with them down the length of her body, I only slip one finger inside her sopping heat.
Her eyes roll back in relief for only a second before they change, growing wide with worry and in their depths as she realizes I’m not going to give her exactly what I know she’d been begging for. I pull the one finger out before gently sliding it back into her tight channel, a sweet kind of torture when she needs something thick and more stimulating to soothe the ache inside her. I feel her muscles clamp around it, trying to seek pleasure from the single digit.
This would’ve been actual torture for me just yesterday, when the sadist in me was still muzzled and kenneled, seeing my girl so anguished. But now that he’s been set free and even encouraged to play, it’s nothing but glee that I feel as her desperation grows.
It’s not until she starts to chant, “Please… please… please… please… please, Master… please,” that I finally slip in a second finger, and she lets out a moan sexier than any porn star’s in existence, and there’s no denying that it’s one hundred percent real.
I pull my fingers out, and instead of thrusting them right back in, I spread them into a V and run them up between her pillowy pussy lips and dark folds, circling her clit at the top before backtracking. And then I finally thrust back inside. With my other hand, I add even more stimulation by pulling back the hood over her hard little nub, and I repeat the path I made before, hearing her precious moan in response.
I do this over and over and over again, creating a rhythm she catches onto, anticipating each time I’m going to insert them inside her juicy core, because she now tilts her hips as much as she can on every plunge to meet them, in an attempt to create more friction.
But the next time I pull them out, stroke up her lips, circle her exposed little clit, then make my descent, her naughty little trick gets her in trouble, because it’s not two but three of my thick fingers that she shoves herself down on.
Her head flies up from the table, her mouth an O of silent surprise, her breath ceasing to exist. Even though she is slippery as fuck with lube and her own wetness, three of my flattened fingers is a lot for her tight little pussy. It’s not the girth, since my cock is much more filling than my middle three digits, but the shape and angle as I slide them inside that feels so different. I keep my fingers side by side and stroke them along the top of her channel, and her thighs quiver at the direct contact with her G-spot.
She’s still holding her breath as she stares at our connection, and like flicking a switch inside her, I make a “come here” motion with all three fingers, and she gasps, then calls out, “Oh… God! Thank you, Master!”
The unrestrained volume from my normally soft-spoken sub and the words she released send my hips forward in a thrust that’s purely instinctual, as I made no conscious effort to hump the air like a dog in heat. And the involuntary reaction that once would’ve pissed me off, as it was a show of lack of control, has the opposite effect with my little doll. It makes me horny as fuck. It makes me fucking proud. Her newfound confidence, of not giving a fuck, so sexy it made even me—a Dom with the highest level of self-control—loosen my grip on the reins. My girl letting go of her shyness and restraint and allowing her body to do whatever it wants.
Well, as much as it can while bound and at my mercy.
I do it all over again, pulling out, smoothing up her folds, circling her swollen clit, running down her slit, thrusting in along the top wall, then adding that extra-special stroke on the way back out to start the pattern all over again.