Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Displeased, I gave her ass a smack that echoed in the room with a loud crack. Instantly the skin turned a cherry red and my cock jerked, a drip of my arousal dangling from the tip before landing on her wiggling buttocks. Ignoring her whimpers, I rubbed the slick liquid into her skin, enjoying the burn of where I’d hit her.
“I asked you a question. Are. You. Wet. For. Me.”
“Yes, yes!” Her struggles grew weaker as her ass pushed up, brushing against my shaft. “Please, please, I need you inside of me. I feel so empty. Fill me up, take me over, make me yours, please. I need you. Your baby girl’s pussy hurts so bad, she needs her Daddy.”
Another crack of my hand, this time to her other cheek as chills raced through me. Her shoulders rose up but I kept my grip on her delicate wrists, grinning as matching handprints rose up on her pale rear. The muscles along her spine tensed as she gave a sharp scream, the animal inside of me loving the sound of her discomfort.
Now, now we would see if the hypnosis worked, if she’d been primed for my brand of fucking.
Painful.
Chapter 9
Hannah
Red-hot sparks of stinging discomfort shot from my burning butt and somehow straight to my clit, leaving me a confused and desperately horny mess. My muscles went slack and it was only the strength of Leo’s hands holding my arms behind my back that kept me upright, my overly sensitive nipples barely touching the sheets. I struggled against him, but it was like a puppy taking on a lion, not gonna happen. All I could do was submit, give in, and hope he didn’t hurt me too badly.
I knew without a doubt that I was in for some kind of pain, that he was a sadist, but instead of being turned off, I was desperately wet and needy.
He could do anything he wanted to me and I’d beg for more as long as he filled this horrible emptiness inside of me.
The potential for violence hung in the air like a thick, seductive smoke that you knew was bad for you, but inhaled anyways. His effect on both my body and mind were certainly drug-like, heady bursts of emotions and sensations that I’d never experienced before, never even imagined. I’d thought my past lovers were decent, for the most part, in bed. They were attentive, made sure I was taken care of-ish, considerate, and they all made love to me in such a tentative way, I never felt anything near the satisfaction Leo’s hard brand of fucking gave me.
Whatever Leo and I were doing, it didn’t involve love. Lust, obsession, and danger? Yes, but not love. Or at least not a kind of love I’d never experienced before.
Even as his hold on my wrists turned painful, the strain on my arms a burn, his voice washed over me like a cooling breeze as he murmured with a bass hum to his voice, “You are so beautifully made, so fragile. It drives me crazy, this need to own you. And you belong to me, don’t you, Hannah? I can do anything I want with you, can’t I? I could hurt you and you’d beg for more.”
Fear cleared my head as menace seemed to ooze from him. I knew if I was facing Leo right now, his eyes would be that dead-flat black that scared me. Something lurked inside of him, a sense of wrongness that should have sent me running, but I was helplessly drawn to him, like a ship going down a whirlpool. He sucked me under, into his spiraling darkness, and I was afraid of becoming so lost in him I forgot myself.
My skin prickled and I shivered, suddenly chilled.
Then the warmth of his hand spanking my bottom cut through the fear, drowning it beneath toe-curling, blistering sensations. The throb of my clit increased and I tilted my hips the best I could, begging for more. Something to keep me grounded; the white-hot light of hurt to cut through Leo’s darkness. It was both my punishment and my comfort, and I craved more of it. Being around him unlocked some previously hidden part of myself that reveled in his violence, in his need to hurt me, to make me feel alive.
But was it really hurting me if I consented? If I got pleasure from it as well? Because I’ll tell you what, I’d never been this aroused in my life. Every moment I was with Leo, I want to jump his bones and devour him.
Two spanks this time, one on either cheek, the stinging sending a rush of adrenaline through me. “Answer me.”
Desperately, I tried to remember what he’d said and blurted out, “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”