Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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Master Hendryk responded by taking hold of both my wrists and pinning them behind my back.

I yelped in discomfort, anxious for a moment that he might casually break my arms, but he clearly knew—nearly as well, it seemed to me, as Master G—how to handle a girl’s body, so as to obtain the pleasure he sought there. It hurt, as I knew Master Hendryk meant it to, but it wouldn’t harm me, because I was valuable: my owner wanted to be able to keep fucking me and disciplining me, and he had no intention of doing anything that would make that more difficult.

“Yes, Candy,” he growled. “Renee’s bottom is nice and tight, and I’m going to fuck it very hard.”

All rational thought went away then. My master took hold of my arms, just above my bent-back elbows, and used that grip for leverage as he began to fuck my anus. It hurt… it hurt terribly, but in the way that I had learned—and seemed to keep learning here in Master Hendryk’s house—would send me into that other place, the realm of subspace where pain of that kind transmuted itself into a strange, raw form of pleasure.

There, the way my thighs squeezed my empty pussy just a little with every thrust of the hardness in my anus made little tendrils of need creep through my bottom-cheeks. The way his rigid penis felt between those cheeks, the throbbing warmth as he came and went with his urgent rhythm, added to it, so that it seemed itself an important part of the discipline: not only the pain itself, but also the deprivation of any satisfaction for me. My master meant for me to feel how intentionally he had chosen the hole that gave me no truly fulfilling pleasure.

He fucked me that way for long minutes, as far as I could tell with my probably inaccurate sense of time. His pounding rhythm brought a wailing cry from me with every thrust, until those cries became begging words, “Please… please… please come… please come, Master.”

“I’ll come when I’m ready, girl,” Master Hendryk grunted and then, to my surprise—and it even seemed perhaps to his as well—his hips jerked and I felt the spurting of his cock as he emptied himself into my bottom.

“Ooo!” Candy said. “Did you come, Master? May I watch your semen trickle out of her ass?”

CHAPTER 18

Renee

To my surprise, life with Candy didn’t take long to seem normal to me. Master Hendryk had to work a lot, and so I spent much of my time with my artificial bed sister. She happened—predictably, I supposed—to know how to cook like a three-star gourmet chef. That first day, when Master Hendryk had gone back to his office, she led me to the kitchen and sat me down, on a soft cushion but still with an emphatic wince, at the breakfast bar. Then, on the other side of that vast island topped in green marble, she made me the best omelet I had ever tasted.

I had lost track of the days completely at the Institute. I couldn’t have told you even on what day or date the auction had taken place. Master Hendryk’s work week quickly anchored me back in a measured flow of time, though: the auction, it turned out, had occurred on Sunday, so Master Hendryk had played with his toys—for some reason I couldn’t keep thinking of Candy and myself that way, and every time it sent an embarrassing amount of arousal shooting through my legs and making my clit tingle—on Monday morning, when he should have been working.

To my dismay, the idea that my obviously strong-willed master hadn’t had the moral strength to stay at his desk, but had instead felt the urgent need to come fuck my ass, also made me frown and bite my lip and become much too aware of the soreness he had left there—as well as my seemingly constant need for an orgasm. Master Hendryk fucked me every night and every morning that first week, using my mouth and my pussy alternately. He allowed me to come under his pounding cock as much as my body desired, but something about his dominance always left me needing more once he had departed for the office.

So maybe the part of life with Candy that got me used to her most quickly lay in the permission our owner gave us to play with each other, as long as I asked politely each time and Candy testified to my good behavior.

“I know from your dossier, Renee,” he said at dinner the first evening, “that at the Institute you got used to masturbating daily. That’s forbidden now unless I tell you to play with yourself. But if you behave during the day and obey me in bed like a good girl at night and in the morning, I’ll have Candy give you an orgasm every day.”



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