Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He slid the crop down between my legs and stroked my balls with it, driving me wild with desire. I begged him to whip me, and finally, the first delicious blow fell across my exposed ass. I yelled as sensation exploded through my body. It was intense and it hurt like hell and it was absolutely, unequivocally wonderful.
He brought the whip down again and again, and I surrendered completely to the sharp, stinging pain that made my cock jump and throb and leak precum all over the bed. Primal yells tore from me, animalistic, guttural. All rational thought was suspended, leaving only raw sex and pleasure/pain and Dante and me. Nothing else mattered, nothing but this, right now, the two of us giving and taking exactly what we both needed.
When the whipping stopped I cried out and begged for more, wildly, desperately. But then Dante pulled the big toy from my ass, and I felt him position his cock at my stretched little opening. “Oh God yes, please, fuck me Dante,” I begged shamelessly.
He took hold of my hips and pushed against my hole, and the head of his cock slipped inside me suddenly. I gasped and tensed up, and he whispered to me soothingly, reassuring me as he held perfectly still and let me get used to the feeling of him inside me. And then slowly, he eased his cock into me.
It was an incredibly tight fit, he was much thicker than the dildo. And when he was only halfway in, I whimpered and struggled a little. I didn’t know how I’d take any more of that huge cock, I was already so full. Dante withdrew a couple inches, and stroked my back as he said softly, “You’re doing great, angel.” He held still for a moment before again slowly sinking into me, and I breathed deeply and let myself relax, reassured by the knowledge that he was taking care of me.
He began thrusting, careful not to go too deep, sliding only a few inches of his cock in and out of me, and I relaxed underneath him even more, allowing more of him inside me. He started thrusting deeper as he felt me open up, and hit the pleasure spot within me as I cried out in ecstasy and begged him to take me harder.
Dante started pumping in and out of me forcefully, claiming me, and I moaned loudly as he reached under me and took hold of my cock and began stroking me. “Yes. God yes, fuck me Dante,” I yelled, and his thrusts got harder still.
He was absolutely pounding me now, slamming into me up to his balls, which slapped against my body with each thrust. It was wild and intense and perfect, and I totally gave myself over to it. “You’re mine,” he growled as he took me.
“Yes. Yours. All of me,” I told him, each sentence a gasp as my body absorbed the force of his thrusts.
Dante cried out and shoved his cock in me as far as it would go, and his entire body shuddered as his warm seed shot deep into me. That triggered my orgasm, and I yelled as I shot my load all over the bed and up onto my bound, naked body, spurt after spurt, as Dante filled me and thrust into me again and again and again.
Finally, he dropped down on top of me for a moment, his body shaking, and then pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. He kissed me, and it was rough and demanding. I parted my lips for him and accepted his tongue in my mouth. And when he broke the kiss, he looked deep into my eyes and told me, softly this time, “You’re mine.”
A tremor of pleasure coursed through me, my voice rough from yelling as I replied, “Yes. Yours. And you’re mine.” He smiled and kissed me again as an aftershock made my body tremble.
He brushed my hair from my face and told me softly, “I adore you, Charlie. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you, cherishing you and taking care of you.”
I smiled at him and whispered, “And I’ll do the same for you.”
Dante used small, sharp scissors to cut through the ropes quickly and efficiently before massaging feeling back into my arms and legs. Then he led me to the bathroom, where he filled the tub and climbed in with me. I sat between his legs and leaned back against his chest as he gently soaped me and rinsed me off. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Well fucked.” I grinned broadly.
“So…was that really ok?”
“It was so much better than ok. It was absolutely perfect.”
Chapter Twenty
Two weeks ago, I’d said to Christopher, “Bad news. I’ve decided that you and I are family. And as family, you’re required to spend Thanksgiving with me.”