Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
He tilted my chin up gently. “Ask me, Chloe.”
I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold. “P-please, Sir. Hit me again.”
He kissed me, his lips barely pressing against mine. His breath teased my mouth, and I wanted to drink it in.
When he pulled away, I braced myself for the next stroke.
I received six across my buttocks, total. Every time, I clenched my entire lower body, and the burn of the ginger became worse. I gave up trying not to cry after the fourth stroke; my tears wetted the blindfold and leaked out where they could, to run down my face. I thrashed in my bonds. I couldn’t get my breath; I just kept pulling in huge gulps of air around my sobs. And all the while, Neil’s clinical description of what he was doing to me continued.
That turned me the fuck on.
“Now, as you can see here, there are some areas where the skin is split.” Sir dragged his finger along a welt, pulling a cry of agony from me. “So, we’ll leave this area and move on to…”
The cane struck me in the crease of my ass and thighs, and I screamed, loud and long, my hands squeezing into hard fists. The ginger no longer burned, but my ass throbbed around it.
Neil pressed one hand on my stomach, his fingers spread. Just his touch immobilized me. “There, there,” he said gently. “I think that’s enough, for now. Emir, could you help me?”
The two of them worked swiftly to pull me down, and Emir removed the ginger. The ghost of the burn lingered. I trembled all over, and Emir held me up with an arm around my shoulders, because I couldn’t support myself. Sweat and spittle and tears wet my face. When Neil took off my blindfold, his face was the first thing I saw. He gave me a small smile, but his eyes were concerned.
“Sophie,” he said, using my real name for the first time all night, “give me a color.”
“What else do you have planned?” I asked, shivering from the sweat drying on my skin.
“If you need to stop, we can stop. Emir and I could finish together,” he suggested, pushing some of my damp hair from my forehead. “Or you could join us.”
“No more pain?” I whispered.
“No more pain.” He took my head in his hands and kissed my forehead.
“Then, we’re green.” I managed a tremulous smile. I hurt—majorly hurt—but I’d never felt so good.
“Lie down,” Emir murmured behind me. “The floor will ease the pain.”
He was right. The cold marble felt amazing on my backside. The adrenaline rush of euphoric pain super-heated my skin, and the tile cooled me.
“Gentleman’s choice,” Neil said, gesturing to me as though I were a buffet. Emir knelt between my legs, his body moving in a symphony of sinew and shadows, every muscle rippling in the light as he covered me. He slipped his hands under the small of my back, arching me so he could lick down the center of my ribcage, to my navel. My belly trembled.
Neil finally took off his trousers and knelt beside my head. He tapped his cock against my mouth. “Open.”
I licked my lips, parting them as much in obedience as in pleasure; Emir rubbed his cock over my clit, then slipped inside. His thrust rocked my welted flesh against the floor, and he stopped. “Will this hurt you?”
“Just enough.” I laughed, and kissed the sensitive underside of Neil’s shaft. The pleasure certainly dulled the discomfort some.
Neil’s cock stretched my jaw wide. When I reached up to take him into my hand, he pushed my hands away. “No. Touch yourself.”
I obliged, my fingers drifting down to my clit and to touch Emir’s slippery skin as his cock glided in and out. I rubbed myself frantically, unable to catch my breath as Neil fucked my face. My body tightened, and once again, Emir’s hands were at my back, drawing me up like a bowstring. My foot cramped, my hips bucked, and I was there, my entire body reduced to the throb of my clit and the clench of my cunt. The pleasure didn’t relent, pushed along by Emir’s pounding cock. Neil groaned and pulled back, the tip of his erection resting on my lower lip. He held my jaw open, his body stiffening as he came in ropes of hot semen against my tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” Emir said breathlessly. I wondered why, until he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue sweeping against mine, Neil’s cum passing between us. Emir’s sharp shout of release was muffled by my mouth. The pulse of his cock jerking as he came deep inside took me the rest of the way, and I squeezed around him, my heels digging into his ass.
He broke our kiss, panting, and looked up to Neil. Emir’s eyes were hazy and unfocused, and he laughed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I feel like I lost consciousness.”