Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“What?” He was just staring at me as if trying to see into my head. I didn’t trust that smirk he gave me, as if he was toying with me, as if he had a right. I took a quick step back when he came into my space, but he just hauled me back towards him.
“Don’t ever turn away from me pet.”
“My name is Alyssa.” My words sounded foreign and my tongue stung from where he’d pierced it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he’d done that. My face heated at the memory of him cumming in my mouth earlier.
“Your name is whatever I say it is little pet. Now it’s time for you to rest, tomorrow your training begins.” I looked towards the corner where he had some kind of cot on the floor. I hope he wasn’t planning to put me there for the night like some dog while he slept in that monstrosity on the other side of the room like a king.
When he started to lead me to it I dug my heels in. “I won’t sleep there, I’m not your damn dog.” His fingers wrapped around my arm and squeezed hard enough to make me cry out.
“Hey that hurts.” I tried tugging my arm away from him but he just tightened his hold and practically dragged me across the room. Once there he turned my body to face his and before I could protest his big fingers were between my thighs, driving into my sex. Oh damn!
10
Alyssa
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His free hand fisted in my hair and he stared down at me before his mouth came down to cover mine. My tongue was sore and he had to know, but that didn’t seem to matter to him as he touched the metal in my tongue with his while his fingers made my body betray me.
I felt the embarrassing fluid pooling between my thighs and into his hand as he fucked me gently with his fingers. From the look he’d given me I was sure he would be a tyrant, but even though there was slight soreness, his fingers brought more pleasure than pain.
Something was happening to me. My breasts felt heavy for a different reason now, and my body seemed to have little pinpricks just beneath the surface of my skin. I tried to hold back the moan that escaped into his mouth but couldn’t. And just as soon as it had begun it ended.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I almost screamed at him to put them back. The look in his eyes told me he knew just what he was doing to me. “Go to your bed.” I could see his cock jutting out between us, hard and thick. I swallowed hard at the realization that one-day he would try to put that thing in me. I mean, that’s what this was all leading up to wasn’t it?
“Why don’t you just fuck me and get it over with?” Then maybe I can go back home, back to normal. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head back. “If all I wanted was a fuck I could’ve paid your father a mere fraction of what I did; filled your belly and be done. You don’t get it do you. This isn’t just about sex. A man in my position should have a pet, or a slut. It’s a sign of my standing in our society, let’s say it’s expected.”
“Before the change men had mistresses, which they had to keep hidden, now those days are long gone and we’re free to be who we really are. A man needs more than one woman to fulfill his needs and they all serve a different purpose. I would not treat my wife the way I will treat you. A wife is to be treated like the precious gem she is. A wife may not choose to have more than the two prerequisite children accorded them by the law, whereas my pet I can breed as often as I like. And I like. I want at least five or six of my babies planted in that ripe young fertile body of yours.”
“Wife, you’re married?” How had I missed that, and why did the words make my heart hurt? Because; it’s awful to sleep with someone else’s husband that’s why. No other reason.
“Not yet, but the day is fast approaching when I’d have to settle down and do my duty by the old family name. None of this is of any concern to you however. Take yourself to bed before I am forced to punish you pet.”
“Fuck off!” It was his words about a wife more so than any threat that had my feet moving towards the hated dog mat on the floor. I thought at least I would be free of him if I did what he said. That maybe he’d leave the room, leave me alone with my thoughts at least for a little while, but no. He followed me over and I saw the ropes and chains in his hands.