Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I’m waiting for a single word, Rebel,” Christian said softly.
He pinched my nipple more firmly, for a long moment, and then let go. I cried out in discomfort and arousal, my back arching with the sensation.
“Oh, God,” I whispered as I felt myself flow, down there, yet again. The wetness of my need, trickling out of the little hole at the bottom of my closed pussy lips brought awareness of another, even more embarrassing trickle: Christian’s seed, leaking from my newly deflowered anus. I felt my face get as warm as my pussy as I kept gazing up at him and watched him look down, his smile getting a little wider at what he had obviously also noticed.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I knew the word.
“Please, sir,” I begged. “Please… please open me… and… and…”
Christian’s smile had gotten big enough to show his gleaming teeth. My heart began to pound in my chest. My voice fell to a whisper as I decided I had to say the only truly appropriate word for the arrogant, brutal, degrading treatment I could no longer pretend I didn’t crave.
“Use me… sir.”
For a moment Christian’s lips curved even further up, and then something else seemed to take over. An inner animal, maybe… a wolf or a lion… or just an ancient, masculine spirit of the aggression that runs through all of nature. I gasped at the overwhelming combination of sexual arousal and mental, emotional understanding that rose from my chest, somehow, into my brain: my story, my dark, wanton, dirty, shameful story… its connection to the story of… well, of everything. Nature. The world. Life itself.
I felt Christian step backwards a little, removing his hand from my breast, leaving my lacy bra in disorder, my nipples showing with terrible immodesty—though I almost giggled at the idea of that tiny embarrassment, as compared to the way I pulled my nylon-encased knees back still further, showed my naughtiest places even more obscenely, wanting to demonstrate to my keeper how well I could learn my lesson.
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard as I heard the soft sound of the little bottle of solvent being opened. I felt the brush, down at the very bottom of the shameful seam, and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering as I felt the lips begin to pull apart at last.
It took only seconds, I felt certain, though those seconds seemed to last eons. My master opened my outer labia millimeter by millimeter, and I felt the air move against the inner lips and then at last the hood of my clit for the first time in days. My breath panted in and out, each puff outward carrying a tiny whine of need, because the sensation of being available for Christian’s thrusting cock once again felt so terribly intense.
“Such a beautiful little pussy,” Christian said softly. “So very fuckable.”
Heat flooded all over my body at his words. When he reinforced them with the touch of his rigid cock to the place I ached so deeply for it, my whole body shuddered as if from my still-nearly-virgin sheath outward into every limb, every finger and toe. My hips jerked upward, trying to get my desperate vagina onto his beautiful cock.
“This is going to hurt a little, Leah,” I heard him say. “Your pussy tightens up when it’s closed for a day or two, Selecta says. That’s the last part of the punishment.”
“Oh…” I whispered, and then that whisper became a cry of pain because my master had again confirmed his words with action: he put his right hand on my belly, just above the little rising mound of my pussy, and he thrust with his hips, not violently but very, very firmly, driving his massive cock into me just as forcefully as he had done when he had taken my virginity. I was tighter there… my pussy had become more pleasurable for my master and more painful for me… just as a wayward girl like me deserved.
For an instant my whole body felt like it would fly apart, because the terrible discomfort of Christian’s thrusting penis quickly became so intermingled with need and pleasure that my nervous system seemed on the verge of shutting down. I writhed under him, so that he had to hold me down with both hands around the garter belt at my waist as he began to fuck me.
Then I started to come. Astonishment at the speed of the orgasm quickly became amazement at how many climaxes my master’s using me like his rag doll fuck toy could bring on. It felt as if the restraint of his hands, the sensation of my naughty lingerie and my pretty pumps still on me as my keeper fucked me, the relentless pounding of the huge, hard shaft in the sheath nature had made for it… it seemed to create a feedback loop of pleasure that had shot me far beyond the rim of the galaxy.