Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
My hands release my cheeks and I squeeze them shut.
“Ahh, and you were doing so well.” Logan murmurs. There’s a rustle I don’t have time to wonder about because I’m too busy stopping myself from running screaming from the room. I guess wallflower, hide-in-the-corner Daphne is still there inside me after all.
“Rise and face me,” Logan orders in his deep Master voice.
Thank fuck. I shoot off the floor and whirl, sending my hair whipping over my front. Sure enough, Logan is holding a silver bulb with a generous amount of lube smeared at the tip.
“You were so pretty last night in your clamps, I’ve decided to add to your uniform.” He tilts it and a hint of green winks from the base. “Green was always your color.”
Of course he got me an emerald jeweled butt plug.
I swallow. I’ve never ever had anything up my butt. He promised it when I was here before, but we never got around to it…
Somehow I find my voice. It’s squeaky but it works. “How many patents will you give me if I let you put that in?” I’m that girl on the beach. Brazen in her red bikini. Taking control of my own life. Of my own pleasure.
I’m not sure what’s been happening these past few weeks, but I’m not letting go without a fight. Going back and having Adam steamroll over me…no, letting him steamroll over me. I can’t be that girl anymore. I need to be someone new. It’s time to grow the hell up.
But Logan’s not about to let any defiance go unchallenged. He raises a thick brow. “Let me? Oh pet, you are mistaken. I won’t be putting this in.”
A rush of relief roars in my ears. Over the sound, I say, “No?”
“No. But it’s going in.” He sends me plummeting back to Earth. “Question is: will you insert it before or after your punishment?”
I don’t know how long I’ve been standing with my nose to the oak-paneled wall, staring at the honey grain. It feels like a lifetime. My ass throbs from the spanking Master gave me. My pussy is wet and my brain is torn.
Are my nipples hard from the cold or the humiliation of being told to stand in silence after punishment like a chastised child? Add to the indignity the unyielding metal butt plug stretching my virgin hole.
Behind me, paper flutters. Logan must be reading a paper, every so often turning the page. If he looked up he’d be able to see me standing in the corner, a statue with red marks on her ass and a sparkly green jewel between her butt cheeks.
When he made me put it in, I tossed it out at the first opportunity. He made me pick it up and clean it. Then he put me over his lap and inserted one size larger.
Then he spanked me and had me stand in the corner. The worst part isn’t the pain. No. I can take way more. The worst part is my pussy’s dying to be touched.
I clench my fists and fight the urge to sway from side to side. Any movement makes me more aware of the thick intruder in my ass.
“Stop fidgeting, pet.” Another ripple of paper as he folds the newspaper.
I close my eyes and count my breaths, trying to relax but my ass feels strange with the huge invader stretching my back hole. So foreign. And so…new.
Every day, something new. Logan finds a new way to push me, to stretch my limits. I swallow a laugh. He is very literally stretching my limits today.
He paraded me in front of the mirror earlier so I could see in excruciating detail just how he’s stretching me. That was right before he teased my clit and then sent me to the corner like a naughty schoolgirl.
Finally, finally, Logan orders me to turn around and beckons me to him. I take a step in his direction.
“No.” His command slices the air. He snaps and points to the floor. “On your knees. Crawl to me.”
Face on fire, I lower to all fours and crawl awkwardly across the carpet to him. My hair flops in my face. When the tips of his shoes come into view, I shuffle to a stop.
“We’ll have to work on that.”
And work on it we do. Over and over he makes me crawl back and forth until I’m grateful for the thick carpet. Back arched, head high, hips and breasts swaying as I slink across the room towards him. He has the crop again and uses it to guide my buttocks higher, my posture more sway-backed.
More and more I find my gaze slipping, fastening to the top button of his jeans. Round and dull as an ancient coin. Barely holding back the ever burgeoning length of his cock. He’s not unaffected by my performance and that thrills me and pushes me on.