Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Now take off your clothes, and don’t turn around,” Tim says, “or I’ll make you fucking regret it.”
His words are so serious I almost believe we’ve moved beyond role play into something far more dangerous, but we’ve played like this enough I know my safeword cherry can get me out at any point. I can’t imagine Tim taking me in a way that would go too far. He hasn’t done anything like that. Everything he’s given me, I’ve wanted—eagerly, desperately, entirely.
He releases my neck, and I undress before him.
I can see in the window that he’s already naked. Just wearing the ski mask.
My cock is stiff from knowing he was hiding in my room when I stepped inside. We’d agreed to meet at this time, and I’d told him how I wanted it. What I wished for.
And I’m pleased to know he wasn’t too much of a coward to give me this satisfaction.
“Now lay down on your back on the fucking bed,” he says.
I obey.
“Up to the headboard, you stupid shit.”
I scoot up and lie back, awaiting my punishment. My reward.
He crawls onto the bed, over me so that I’m facing his mask.
He looks down at me, seemingly someone different. The same eyes, but with a sort of freedom. Like he knows he can shake off his identity and be someone dangerous—at least for tonight.
He strokes his hand up and down my body. Then he settles on my cock, groping, stroking. He tightens his grip around it.
“Don’t make me rip it off,” he says.
God, does he watch the same porn I do? He must, because he’s doing a fucking good job with this.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” I say. “Just please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, I’m going to hurt you all right.” He grips even tighter, creating just enough pressure to make me even more aroused.
He slides his hand under the pillow and retrieves a pair of handcuffs, ones I assume he hid when he got here before me. I gave him Greg’s spare key several weeks ago so he could come by whenever he had a chance. Made the holidays a little easier for us since I had to spend more time at Mom and Dad’s and wasn’t always home.
He locks one cuff around my wrist, weaves it around the bedpost between two slats of the headboard, and then cuffs the other end to my opposite wrist.
I’m his prisoner. His sex slave.
His erection rubs across my leg as he crawls back down. He reaches over and pulls a condom and a bottle of lube from between the mattress and the box spring.
As he rolls on the condom, he gazes at me with menacing eyes.
“You ready to get fucked?” he asks.
I nod.
He smirks as he applies lube to the condom and then tosses the bottle aside, moving forward on the bed. He lifts my legs and presses the head of his dick against my hole.
He pushes in steadily, rubbing his hand across my abdomen, his thumb pressing into the dips between my muscles.
“Oh, you’re a tight motherfucker, aren’t you?”
“Fuck!” I shout as his cock hits all the right nerves within me, sending waves of excitement racing up and down my body.
“Oh, yeah. Gonna have to open you up.”
He works his way in, and my body invites his familiar cock right on in. As soon as he hits my prostate, I squirm with delight.
As he finds his stride, he fills me. Pounds into me. Drilling my ass like he always has in the past. While he takes me, I notice he has his iPhone set up on the dresser behind him to document me being his cumdumpster.
Seeing that he’s recording excites me even more. I offer an even bigger performance as we fuck. Crying out. Screaming. Shifting with more frenzied movements.
He laughs.
“Oh, trying to get away, you little shit? What good do you think that’ll do?”
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.
My wrists twist in the cuffs, pulling together as he mounts me from behind and pushes back within me.
“Fuckin’ A,” I say as he hits those same sweet spots once again. The intensity is just so overpowering. Overwhelming, even.
He punches my ass. Then gives it a good slap.
He does that occasionally, and as much as it annoys me because it’s like he’s punishing a child, something about it turns me on. Just knowing he’s totally in control of me, perhaps.
He grips my hair and pushes my face down into the pillow before me. Then he leans down as he continues fucking me and whispers into my ear. “That’s right…take it up your ass. Take it like the good boy you are. I own you.”
My cock rubs against the cover, and I know I’m making a mess across it with how much I’m pre-coming.
He nips at my earlobe. Gently, but firmly. He plays with it, and it’s driving me crazy. That and how his cock is slamming against my prostate.