Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“If you’re honest, you get a reward.”
“I lied,” she said instantly.
And then maddeningly, he kept riding her without riding her.
But he also reached around and pulled at her nipples.
Serena’s head fell back, hit his shoulder, and she moaned.
Cruelly, he twisted his fingers.
“Watch me work you,” he ordered.
It took much, but she made her gaze go back to the mirror.
Still at her breasts, he pulled his shaft back, shifted his hips, and she felt her eyes get wide as he touched a finger to her hole.
Her lips parted as he put pressure there, spreading her, opening her.
She’d never done this.
She didn’t because she’d never desired this.
“I will fuck you here,” he said in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, willing, needing to get anything from him.
His finger disappeared, and he slid between her legs, but this time, he dipped his knees and drove inside her pussy.
“Yes,” she hissed, convulsing against him, against her bindings, tipping her hips to get more.
He drove hard and deep, still tormenting her nipples.
“What’s my name?” he asked, his hips pounding into the heated cheeks of her backside, stinging pain with each thrust, shafting pleasure in its wake.
She quivered.
“What’s my bloody name?” he demanded.
“I-I don’t know.”
He pulled out.
She gasped and cried, “No!”
He went to where the tethers were looped around a hook on the wall, released them, gave them slack and demanded, “Knees.”
Serena dropped at once to her knees.
He re-secured the suede in a manner her arms were still over her head, walked to her front and shoved his cock in her face.
“Worship,” he grunted.
She did not like the taste of herself. She’d taken it the time he had her before without thought, but this time, the length of their play, the attention she was receiving, along with the inattention…
He took hold of her hair, yanked her head back, with her arms still straight over her head, pain charged through her shoulders.
“Worship!” he barked.
She opened her mouth.
He released her hair, drove between her lips and fucked her face.
She suckled him, hoping to give him what he wanted, earn her reward.
Instead, he used her mouth for so long, she knew he would again flood his seed in her throat and she wanted it inside, but elsewhere.
Just when she’d given up hope, he pulled out, put his hands to her bindings, released them but before she could drop her arms to regain control of them, he jerked both down, twisted them back and then up so they were contorted unnaturally.
She grunted, forced forward into him now, as he held them in one fist, bound them again and then shoved her head down, cheek to the floor.
“Stay,” he ordered.
Oh goddess.
He moved.
Back to the hoop, she moaned as he took away all slack, lengthening her arms, pulling them up behind her.
He then moved again, dropped to his knees between her calves, and he penetrated her, driving into her pussy.
Her reward.
“Yes, please, yes, please,” she whispered.
He thrust, harder and faster, grunting with the effort, smacking her arse as he did, gripping it tight.
She panted, whimpered, taking each thrust, the fringe at her belt coasting across her skin an agony of bliss, she was going to climax just from the pounding.
But he again pulled out, and with a heavy sigh, released his seed all over her arse.
She blew out her breath, holding every inch of her body still, waiting, for she knew all he would need to do was tweak her clit and she’d explode.
He smacked her arse with both his hands and again gripped hard.
“You don’t climax until you know my proper name.”
With that, he released her bottom and took his feet.
She slid her eyes to the side, gazing up at him in desperation as he tucked his cock into his trousers.
“But—”
Gazing down at her, he put his finger to his lips.
Serena quieted.
He dropped his finger and finished with his fly as he shared, “You speak when spoken to, Your Grace.”
She nodded fervently.
“Little mouse,” he said softly. “That is what you’ll be. Do you understand me?”
She did not.
All she knew was she needed to.
She shook her head.
“You are mine, princess. At all times. Even when you aren’t with me. You sleep. You eat. You breathe. You wait for me to call on you. When I do, you do precisely what I command you to do. You tell no one of me. You don’t call attention to yourself. You connect with others only as much as you have to.” He bent slightly at his waist. “And you don’t touch yourself. At all. Unless you have my leave.” He straightened. “And if you’re a good, quiet, obedient little mouse, you’ll receive your reward.”
“All right,” Serena agreed.
“All right, what?”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Do not take your eyes from me unless I command it.”
She opened her eyes.
“All right, what?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry, sir, I do not know your name.”