Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
I was crying and screaming at this point, and my behind burned like hellfire. “What did Cierra have delivered to you today? Give it to me.” Oh, so that’s your game. I shook my head. Smack, smack, smack. “Where is it?” I shook my head harder, now full-on crying.
“Brittany, I…” smack, “said…” smack, “give it…” smack, “to me.” Smack, smack, smack.
“You bastard, let me up.” Now, I’ve never cussed a day in my life, and I think it shocked him because he didn’t move for a good few seconds. I felt him raise his hand and braced myself for the blow which never came.
Instead, I felt one of his thick long fingers being eased into me. Because my limbs were tied back like that, it seemed to make my privates tighter for some reason, and his finger felt monstrous as he moved it in and out of me.
I couldn’t believe I was so turned on; I could hear the sloshing of my juices as he moved that finger in and out of me. I felt the movement of his hand after he pulled his finger out, and it seemed as if he was taking something from his pocket. That was soon followed by a feeling of coldness around my rosebud.
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he was doing until he forced something in there as well, and I felt like I would burst. That finger came back into me again, and with whatever he had shoved up my ass, it was an even tighter fit.
Something huge and feral was building in my chest. I could feel it coming as I tried pushing back against his hand to get even more of his finger inside me. Then he started playing a game of chicken. Each time I pushed back, he pulled it out even further until I was sobbing and begging him to fuck me with his finger.
My ass was relatively cooled by now, but he smacked me once more, right over the plug he had inserted in my ass, and that did strange things to me. I realized that he hadn’t spoken one word since I refused his order and was just sitting there looking down at my red ass stuffed with whatever foreign object he had filled it with.
I wasn’t sure which was stronger, the pleasure or the pain, but for some reason, I wanted both. So, I bit him. He didn’t even wince; he just went back to spanking me with one hand while pushing and pulling on that plug until I came all over his leg. I found myself being airlifted mid-orgasm and placed on my chest with my hands and feet still tied behind me. I thought he would raise me onto my knees, but he didn’t. Instead, he drove his cock into me that way with my legs between his, the ties keeping mine close and making my insides tighter.
“Oh, please!” I’m not sure what I was pleading for, but it was too much. There was too much newness. All of it good but overwhelming. My senses were ablaze, and at the center of it all was the fact that this was the man I loved, the man I trusted.
As soon as my mind latched onto that thought, it was as if the pain had receded. My ass still burned, and I’ll be sure to make him pay for that later, but the pain took on new meaning. The way he handled me roughly, like a woman and not a paper doll. The way he forgot to be gentle with me and the way he fucked me. This wasn’t sex, and it sure as shit wasn’t lovemaking. It was raw, unbridled passion.
He entered a place inside me that brought blinding pain, followed quickly by the most intense passion. He groaned out loud, and I felt his cock jump like a fire hose before his seed exploded in what I was sure was my womb.
CHAPTER 12
“We’re not done.” Oh, dear heaven, no words have ever filled me with such joy and such angst. What more could he do to me? Something deep inside me ached like a sore tooth that you can’t help picking at, and I wanted to feel it again.
I was almost disappointed when he untied me and moved me onto my back. Now, here was my tender, loving man. He worked the kinks out of my arms and legs before spreading me out. This time, he tied my right arm to my right ankle and did the same to the left, leaving me in a most unladylike position.
When he knelt between my thighs with his cock in hand, stroking it over and over, my eyes couldn’t help but fixate on his actions. My mouth watered, and he almost bent me double when he got closer and fed himself to me.