Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
She smiles, shyly. “OK.” Then she closes the distance between us. I look up at her as she looks down at me. “Now what?”
I tsk my tongue. “You know what. You get a reward. You’re such a good girl, Olive.”
She smiles again, not shy this time. Relieved. She knows this Shep guy has ruined everything, but she wants to believe my lie and so… she does. Slowly, she positions herself in front of me, then gently eases her body over my lap. The chair arms are kind of in the way, making this position awkward, but that’s part of the fun, if you ask me. Her shoulders and head are dangling over one side, her breasts are pushed up against the inside of the arm, her legs bent over the other one at a weird angle.
But none of that is the point.
The point is her ass, which is dead center over my dick.
She’s wearing opaque black tights and a flirty miniskirt. I push the skirt up so I can rub her ass cheeks. She relaxes. She likes this. We do it all the time. It’s a reward for her. Like a good steak given to a dog after a day of training.
“Does it feel good?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I slip my right hand down into her tights while the left hand squeezes her cheeks. She’s already breathing heavy. Usually, at this point, I warn her not to come. But this time, I don’t. I want her to come as many times as she is able. I want her to think about this day after it’s over. I want her to remember what it’s like between us when things are good.
I want her to crave me when I’m gone.
My left hand grabs her tights into a bunch and then I rip a hole in them. She gasps and then does it again when I slip my fingers between her legs. She’s so fucking wet, they slide all over the place. “You like this?” I ask.
“I do,” she whispers back.
I bring my hand up and then smack it down on her bare cheek. The sound of this slap fills the room and she moans.
But I don’t do it again. Not right away. I want her to enjoy this. So I finger her some more, forcing two fingers up inside her as another one finds her sweet spot.
She comes, biting her lip to hold it in, but failing.
I smile, enjoying her uneasiness.
Then I caress her and lean down to kiss her ass cheek. It’s a bit red from the slap, and warm too, because I hit her hard. But she likes the kiss. She moans.
“Get up now,” I say.
She doesn’t want to, I know this. She’s addicted to spankings. I’ve had her kneeling for hours, begging me to spank her. And it was real. She was dying for a spank. So wet just thinking about my hand making red prints on her ass cheeks, she would just spontaneously come without me even touching her.
It was definitely an experience I’ll never forget. Easily the best sexual encounter I’ve ever had. I doubt anything will ever come close to that day.
She stands before me, a questioning look in her eyes.
“I’ve got a bottle of champagne in my closet,” I tell her. “Second drawer down, below my belts. Get it and bring two glasses.”
She nods her head, bowing it slightly. “OK.” Then she does as she was told and returns a few minutes later, handing me the bottle and sets the glasses down on the little table, right on top of my laptop.
Then she bends down between my legs, looking up at me like I’m her god.
I pop the cork, letting the bubbly liquid spill all over my lap. She leans in, licking at it, which is a nice touch, I think. Then I hand the bottle back to her and she pours us each a drink, offering me a glass.
I take it, she takes hers, and we hold them together, just barely touching.
“To our brand-new future.”
If she had any doubts, they are gone now. She is fully invested in my lie. She takes a sip, then goes to set her glass down.
“No,” I say. “Drink it all. I want you… pliable.”
This makes her happy. She likes being pliable. She likes when I take control and force her to be uncomfortable. Like that time I had her on her knees. So she downs it and tilts her head at me, flirting. “There. I’m buzzing already.”
“Perfect,” I say. “Now… go over to the couch—behind it—and then bend over and pull your tights all the way down to your knees.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. But she does wobble a little. I get an embarrassed glance over her shoulder as she rounds the back of the couch, which separates the living area from the bedroom area. She ends up facing me, since I’m on the opposite side of the room.