Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Finally, Dante stepped back and asked, “How does that feel?”
I considered the question, raising my head to look down at myself. I was bound very securely – the only thing I could move was my head. And I saw that the rope wasn’t just tied to do a job, it was tied decoratively, intricate loops and knots and cross-overs highlighting my body, my musculature. It was more than erotic, it was surprisingly artistic. Beautiful. And it felt so incredibly good. It felt secure. “I feel like you’re holding me in your arms.”
He smiled and said, “That’s exactly what it’s supposed to feel like.”
He stripped himself and grabbed the briefcase from the closet and climbed up beside me, kissing me while he caressed my body. When he sat back to get something from the case, I saw that his thick, impressive cock was jutting out, its tip glistening tantalizingly. My mouth actually watered at the sight of that, and I whispered, “Please sir, can I taste your precum?”
The ‘sir’ came completely naturally, practically of its own volition. It just seemed to go with submitting to him. He paused and looked at me, then got up on his knees beside me. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out for him, and he took his cock in his hand and slowly ran the moist tip down the length of my tongue. I actually trembled with pleasure, and savored his taste before swallowing. “Thank you sir,” I murmured, and he smiled fondly at me.
He moved down to my ass and lubed my hole, soon pushing a finger into me. He’d fingered me several times over the last three weeks, and had even worked progressively larger toys into me. But I still didn’t get how his big, thick cock was ever going to fit in me. Instead of worrying about it though, I just concentrated on relaxing, on opening myself up to him, and after a while he worked a second finger into me. He crooked his finger and hit my pleasure spot and I let out a long, low moan.
“I’m going to add a third finger, angel,” he told me, and pushed it in me with the first two. As he finger fucked me, he explained, “I’m going to work you open as much as possible and then put a toy in you while I whip you. That way I can pull it out of you and mount you right after your beating.”
“Oh God yes,” I moaned, my eyes sliding shut, a shudder of desire going through me as my head rolled back.
He fingered me thoroughly before working more lube into me, followed by a thick dildo. It was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me, and he pushed it in slowly but steadily, his palm against its flat base. I gasped and squirmed a little, and his free hand took hold of my cock, pumping it slowly as the toy stretched me, readied me.
Finally told me, “You did it, angel. You took all of it.” I smiled and let out my breath, and he climbed up beside me and kissed me, deeply, tenderly, fondling my cock, the dildo completely filling my tight ass. “You’re doing great, Charlie,” he told me, smiling and brushing my sweat dampened hair from my forehead.
“Want you in me so bad.” My voice was a bit rough, my breath fast and shallow.
“Soon, angel. Very soon.” He took something from the case and ran it up my cock, and I tilted my head up to see the black leather crop in his hand. “I’m going to whip you now Charlie, if you’re absolutely sure this is what you want.”
“I need it. Please, sir. Beat me and fuck me. Please,” I begged, my cock throbbing as my entire body quivered with anticipation.
He rolled me onto my knees, my ass sticking up in the air, legs tucked underneath me, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress. God I loved being manhandled like that. The big dildo slid out of my ass just a bit, and he took hold of the end of it and fucked me with it a few times before nestling it deep inside me again. And then he picked up the lube and squirted some onto his hand, and worked his shaft for a few moments. He was prepping himself, getting ready for the moment when he would finally, finally be inside me. I shook and moaned at the thought of it.
I felt him running the crop over my ass, almost petting me with it. “Remember, you can stop this at any time,” he said. “One word is all it takes. You say stop, we stop.”
“Please,” I begged, “please. Make me yours.” I didn’t even know where that came from, but it was exactly right. He was about to lay claim to me, totally, irrevocably. I would belong to him after this, heart and soul, mind and body. And I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.