Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I want him to use my pussy…
I want him to torture me and stretch me, and drive me crazy…
He strokes my forehead when he’s done with the dressage whip, and he reads the want in my eyes.
“Don’t worry, Holly. Good sluts always get their rewards.”
I’m staring as he walks away, wide-eyed when he returns with both a wand and a toy as thick as his wrist. For the first time in a while, I pull against my bonds.
His eyes are fierce, putting me right back in my place.
“Holly, who controls you in this space?”
“You, Sir.”
“Who does your body belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“Who decides what pain and pleasure your cunt takes?”
I suck in a breath. “You, Sir.”
He loosens my ankle shackles from the rack but only to fasten them higher, making sure my clamped pussy is on full display for him. There is no escape for me in this position. My cunt belongs to him.
“Be a good girl,” he says, brushing his thumb across my clit, and it’s tender enough that I moan like a whore. “This is going to hurt,” he says when he pulls my pussy clamps apart, tugging to spread me open like a dirty butterfly.
I hear a jangle, and he binds my clamps to my thighs, pulled so tight that they sting and throb like a bastard, but I don’t care. The subspace is already back and consuming me.
The buzz of the wand is electric, literally. Sparks and crackles against my clit alongside the tremors that have me writhing, toes curled, panting for him.
I hear a squelch of lube and I don’t try to fight it, just let the pain slam hard as he shunts the beast of a dildo in my pussy, working it into my cunt as he zaps my clit to a rhythm.
He’s got me.
With the throb of my bound tits, and my bruised, lashed skin all over, I’m nothing more than a sensitive canvas, his to own. When he makes me come it’s from a subspace I haven’t known in years, if ever, transcending the pain into the ultimate place of submission.
My pussy clenches, waves of pleasure like veins pulsing through my entire body, and I’m crying out like a bitch gone insane, bucking as best as I can against him while he abuses my pussy like the greatest man alive.
I can’t believe this is happening to me.
I can’t believe the fantasies are really real.
“Stay there, Holly, nice and still,” he says in the aftermath, and I nod, sweat dripping from my forehead.
He raises my head and offers me more water from the glass, and I sip with gratitude. I’m so caught up in different sensations, I’m surprised I even know my own name. I have no concept of time, or how long he’s been using me, or how the hell bad my bruises are going to be in the morning, but I don’t care.
Nothing matters but being his plaything.
I squeal, but I’m smiling as he takes the clips from my nipples, tugging them first. I’m still swollen and tit bound, and Jesus Christ, it hurts. But his mouth doesn’t when he lowers his face to my tits, and sucks at them so gently. Oh my fucking God… his mouth doesn’t hurt at all.
The sensations building are intense in seconds, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He sucks my nipples just right, sending ripples to my clit, and I can’t keep my mind.
I beg, in words that make no sense, just a long stream of bumbling whimpers that he intensifies by sliding a hand down and tugging the clamps on my pussy lips. My second orgasm is building on its own… but just one touch… one tiny touch of my clit would have me in hyperdrive. I’d be screaming from the rooftops.
If I could…
But my Sir pre-empts me.
He slaps a hand over my mouth, gagging me as he tickles my nipples with the end of his tongue, and finally he gives my clit the contact it craves, gentle little taps with his fingers that take my breath. A gentle tap, a nudge, a slow circle, and then… he rubs frantically and I’d scream, but I can’t. His hand is just too solid, so I’m moaning, delirious as I come for him, trembling in bonds, clamps and chains, spent and dripping with sweat and tears.
And then it’s his turn…
“Open your mouth for me, you good little slut,” he says when he takes his palm away.
He takes his cock out of his suit trousers, and I twist my head towards him, legs still open wide and pussy still sore with clamps. My tits are swollen so bad now they’re purple.
My Sir takes great pleasure, fisting his cock, its engorged head up close, so close my mouth waters at the pearl of precum that drips from it.