Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I’m not about to let my evening’s entertainment pick our destination. She may be a regular at this BDSM club, but I know my way around. When she reaches for the handle on the first door, I hum no, pass her, and go to the third.
The private rooms are ordered in a degree of severity. I’m not utilizing the kiddy room.
The insides of room three are familiar — lots of black straps and a pommel horse. My temptress immediately walks over to be tied up. There’s part of her who still thinks she’s in charge — funny.
“No.”
My pet looks over at me. I can’t see the expression on her face because of the coverage of the mask, but the way her body is frozen, I know she’s startled.
The face-covering isn’t odd. I’m used to seeing people trying to hide at clubs such as these. This mask, in particular, must be handmade. It covers most of the stranger’s face with a large satin oval, leaving almond-shaped holes for the eyes and a round hole for the mouth. The mouth hole is big enough for a good-sized dick, so blowjobs are possible.
“I assume that stays on,” I ask, pointing towards the black satin that covers her face.
The woman nods. “It does.”
I tap my chin in thought. “Even if I’m not from New York?”
She shrugs her narrow shoulders. “Doesn’t matter.”
I nod so that she knows I understand. Anonymity isn’t a big deal to me, but I’m curious. The girl has a fantastic body. Does the face match?
Not wanting to waste a second, I reach out, grab her shoulder, and push the stranger down onto her knees. “I think you need some punishment for slapping me,” I state as I unzip my pants and drop them and my boxers to the ground.
The dark eyes that look up at me are surprised. “I get to suck you off?” she asks. “I mean, typically, that is a reward, not a punishment.”
Not fully hard, I wrap my hand around my cock and push the length of it onto her open mouth. “Ah, that’s better,” I muse, enjoying my junk being wrapped in warm wetness. “You talk too much, pet.”
I grab the bun her hair is in and pull her forward until my cock hits the back of her throat. Feeling the soft insides of her cheeks is getting me hard. The back of her throat is a bit firmer, and the way it rubs against my cock head feels great.
Keeping the woman’s head still, I pull back till my length feels the cool air, then thrust in again. The change in temperature causes my cock to harden to steel. Plus, there is something about fucking a woman’s face after she has slapped me. It’s like righting a wrong in the world.
My pet for the evening leans forward and grabs my hips. Usually, I have a no-touch rule for punishments, but I’m too lost in the moment to care. In and out, I move my cock, feeling the tightness of her lips and the textures of her mouth. My fingers tighten in her hair as I shake my hips faster. Tension fills my body. My abs tighten. My balls pull up, getting ready to fill my cock with my seed.
Grunting, I lean back, pulling my cock out of her mouth and spraying my load all over her. White jizz covers the mask, dripping down slowly. At first, it isn’t as good as giving a pet a facial, but when I see the annoyance in her eyes, I’m very pleased.
“That was underwhelming,” she snaps and gets to her feet. “I could have gotten a better show from a twenty-year-old.”
Grabbing her arm, I yank her into me, rubbing my bare cock on her as her body presses into mine. “I didn’t say we were done, pet.” Grabbing the woman by the neck, I pull her over to the pummel horse and push her onto her stomach. “Anyone tell you that you have a mouth on you?”
That gets a laugh out of her. “You have no idea.”
Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I guide her arms and hands down to where I can tie them.
“What’s your name?”
The masked woman sighs heavily, and I imagine she is rolling her eyes as I am tying her up. “Are you serious? Is this your first time in a BDSM club?”
The girl’s whole body flinches when I spank her. “No, pet.” I follow with a spank after each word. “I have been a connoisseur of this place and places like it for years. Frankly—” I pull up her dress, revealing her black thong and a perfectly formed butt— “I’m shocked you don’t have a pseudonym prepared.”
The next slap makes her whole ass jiggle. It’s delightful. The red mark left by my hand makes things even better. This girl won’t sit right for a few days.