Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“You’re doing so well,” Brian murmured, and I hated how those words made my own body clench with need. “Such a fast learner. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
He pulled out completely, and Leah gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening. Brian stroked himself slowly, deliberately, while looking down at her kneeling form.
“I’m going to come on your pretty breasts,” he announced matter-of-factly. “It’s called a pearl necklace, Leah. And you’re learning so fast, you’ll have a diamond ring to go with it very soon.”
The casual way he discussed marking her body, the assumption that she would accept his seed on her skin as naturally as she’d accept an engagement ring, made my face burn with fresh humiliation. I pressed my thighs together uselessly, the belt preventing even the smallest bit of friction where I needed it most.
“Ask for it,” Brian commanded, his hand moving faster now. “Show me you want to be mine.”
Leah’s voice came out hoarse from her throat’s recent use. “Please, sir. Please give me your… your pearl necklace. I want to be your good girl.”
CHAPTER 17
Grace
I let out a little sob of need at Leah’s submissive response. The words hit me like a physical blow, the desperate submission in them making my entire body ache with recognition. I knew that need, that terrible desire to be claimed and marked and owned. My fingers dug into my thighs as I watched Brian’s face contort with pleasure, his hand working furiously over his massive tool.
“Keep your hands behind your back,” he growled as the first rope of his release shot across Leah’s chest. She whimpered but obeyed, her small breasts thrust forward to receive his marking. The camera captured every detail—the way the white fluid painted streaks across her pink nipples, how it dripped down the valley between her breasts, the expression of mingled shame and arousal on her tearstained face.
“Don’t move,” Brian commanded when he’d finished, tucking himself back into his uniform pants with casual efficiency. “I want you to feel it drying on your skin. To understand what it means to wear my seed.”
He sat back on the sofa, pulling out his phone to check something while Leah knelt there, trembling, his release cooling on her bare breasts. The casualness of it, the way he left her there like a piece of furniture while he scrolled through his messages, made my stomach clench with a horrible recognition. This was what submission really meant—not just the intense moments of use, but the quiet degradation of being ignored afterward, of being reduced to nothing more than a receptacle for a man’s pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only two or three minutes, Brian looked up from his phone. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap.
Leah rose on shaky legs and moved to sit beside him, but he shook his head. “No. On my lap, facing me. Straddle me.”
I watched her awkwardly position herself, her panties still tangled around one ankle, his drying seed still decorating her chest. The position forced her legs wide, and I knew from experience how exposed she must feel, how vulnerable.
“Now rub it in,” Brian instructed, his hands settling on her hips. “Massage my seed into your breasts like it’s expensive lotion. Show me you’re grateful for it.”
My own hands clenched into fists as Leah’s trembling fingers began spreading the cooling fluid across her skin. The camera zoomed in to show how she worked it into her flesh, her nipples hardening further as her own hands stimulated them. Brian watched with dark satisfaction, occasionally murmuring instructions—“Don’t miss that spot, kitten… Make sure you get it all, now.”
When she’d finished, her chest glistened with the residue, and her face had gone scarlet with humiliation. Brian pulled her forward to kiss her softly, an oddly tender gesture after such degradation.
“That was lovely, Leah,” Brian murmured against her lips. “But we’re not done with your first lesson. Stand up.”
She scrambled off his lap, and I watched with growing dread and anticipation as he guided her back over his knee, this time with her bottom raised high and her legs spread wider than before. The position left nothing hidden—I could see everything through the camera’s unblinking eye.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Brian said, his hand smoothing over her pink bottom. “Your mouth is coming along very nicely. I think you deserve to learn how good it can feel when you please your husband.” His fingers traced lower, and Leah gasped as he found her the opening to her virgin pussy. “Oh, my. You’re absolutely soaking, aren’t you? And so beautifully bare. Did you shave yourself specially for our session today?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Leah whimpered, her hips already moving slightly against his exploring fingers. “The New Modesty guidelines said… said you would prefer it.”
“I do prefer it,” Brian confirmed, spreading her lips to examine her more thoroughly. “Such a pretty pink pussy, all smooth and soft. On our wedding night, I’m going to enjoy every inch of this sweet little cunt.”