Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” I said. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
I slapped her a couple more times to get my point across, then I kissed her again. She pressed her hips toward mine, shuddering every time I bottomed out inside her. Her non-verbal exclamations fell somewhere between ow and yes, which summed up the magic of our relationship, and the reason we needed to be together.
“You’re mine.” I stared into her depthless brown eyes and made her believe it. “You’ll always be mine, in this. In everything.”
Oh, God. She was using her bound hands to pull apart her ass cheeks, to offer me that much more of herself. And she is Lust... Mine also, little painted poem of God.
I rewarded this groveling submission with more fingers on her windpipe. This time, I didn’t stop to give her breath. She knew by now when I was putting her out. She usually resisted or at least made some small, pleading sound, but this time she held my gaze in utter trust, in fearless, abject surrender. I didn’t want her to go. I wanted to hold that yielding gaze and save that moment forever, but physiology worked by certain rules, and a moment later, her body went slack, her eyes closed, and she was gone.
Now I was the one shuddering as I surged inside her. In those fleeting moments before she came to, she was vulnerable, helpless, and entirely mine. Even when she returned to consciousness, her body remained open to me.
“You’re back,” I said, stroking a thumb across her cheek.
Her hazy eyes focused on mine. A moment later, she seemed to remember where she was. She became aware that her hands were still bound, and that she still had a cock buried firmly in her ass.
“Hurt me,” she whispered.
I let the forbidden speech slide, because I liked what she was saying, and because she still wasn’t quite awake. I also did as she requested, torturing her nipples some more as I held off my orgasm, and giving her a few more resounding spanks. Each slap of pain, each excruciating twist and pinch wound her up more. When she was wild with distress and lust, I drove deep inside her ass and held there.
“I want you to come when I tell you,” I said. “I want to feel you gripping my dick, and I want to hear how good it feels for you. Not yet. Wait for me. When I say.”
I fondled her sex, caressing her clit, tracing over it with all her juices. She was gone in a wonderful way, thrusting and straining at my belt, arching her hips for a harder, deeper invasion.
“Not yet,” I said. “I know you want to come, but you obey me.”
She tried to twist away from my teasing caresses, making frantic noises in her throat.
“Oh, I bet you’re close. Just a moment longer.”
When I thought she might literally expire, I palmed her clit, charmed by the way she bucked up against me. “Come now,” I said. “Remember, I want to feel it. I want to hear it.”
She threw her head back and cried out, kicking her legs through a trembling orgasm. I’d wound her up for my own amusement, but I’d become pretty wound up too, so that when she squeezed around me, the pleasure almost hurt me. I gritted my teeth, not just from the strength of my orgasm, but the fact that I’d reduced her to base animal lust, and she’d surrendered enough to let me do it.
“Fuck,” she said. “Oh, fuck.” She opened her eyes and looked at me, half there and half gone. “May I talk again?”
“Did I say you could talk again?”
She grimaced and squirmed some more, and I kissed her until my dick went soft and she went soft too. Only then did I undo the belt and release her arms. The first thing she did was throw them around my neck.
“Can I talk now?” she asked.
“I wish I had the gag,” I teased. “Your favorite cock gag.” I decided I’d improvise one later, using my own cock. “But yes, okay, starshine. I guess you can talk.”
“I just wanted to say that I love you.” Her lips brushed against my ear. “I missed you. I even missed getting fucked in the ass by you.”
“Because you love getting fucked in the ass,” I said, holding her close.
“I love your roughness. I don’t want that to change.”
I chuckled at her anxious expression. “Based on what just happened, I think we’ll be okay. And you should know that I have a lot of rough and dirty impulses built up inside me. It’s been a week since I’ve had you.”
She started to sit up. “A week’s not that long.”
I shoved her back down against the bedsheets. “You know what’s going to be long? Today. This afternoon. Tonight. Tomorrow. I’m just getting started with you.”