Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. And I will. But not quite yet.” He continues to move his two fingers slowly in and out of me.
Then he hooks them and grabs onto the anterior, pushing on that beautiful spongy spot.
Then his tongue… His tongue is between my ass cheeks.
He licks my asshole while I come from his fingers.
I’m flying. No stimulation to my clit, and I’m freaking flying like a shooting star.
“That’s it, Mandy. Come for me. Come for your Dominant.”
Your Dominant.
If possible, I just soared higher.
This is wild. Wild and primal and ecstatic all at once.
I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of being here. Of being here with Jackson. Of learning. Of the pleasure and pain and pleasure yet again.
I slowly come down from my orgasm as Jackson withdraws his fingers.
But I draw in a sharp breath as something enters me, propelled by Jack’s fingers.
“All that cream,” he says gruffly. “It would be a shame to waste it.”
Something else enters me and then something else again.
“Cherries and cream,” Jackson says. “What could be more decadent?”
God, the cherries. The freaking cherries. How many are inside me now?
“Now relax, Mandy. Let them drop back into the bowl.”
I’m not sure what’s happening to my body, but I do my best to obey his command. A moment later, he’s in front of me, the bowl of cherries in his hands. He kneels so that he meets my gaze.
Then he seductively brings a cherry between his lips, chews, swallows. “Cherries and cream. Nothing like it.”
My body is throbbing. He’s playing me like a concert violin, and he’s not even touching me.
He eats another cherry and then another. “Would you like to taste one?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, my voice a cracking mess, and I’m surprised at the truth of the words.
I want to taste a cherry that’s been inside my pussy, that’s drenched in my juices.
He places a seeded cherry between my lips, and I let it fall onto my tongue. The flavor is the same but more intense. Whether it’s because it’s been inside me or whether I know it’s been inside me, I’m not certain.
Most likely it’s because I’m looking at Jackson licking his full, glistening lips.
I chew, swallow, and he feeds me another. Then he eats one more himself and rises.
He sets the bowl down, walks to the wall, and takes down what looks like a black leather flogger. He brings it back and slides it over from the back of my neck, over my shoulders, my torso, and then my ass.
“So beautiful. My beautiful little submissive.”
Whack! The flogger comes down on my ass.
Then—
The flogger hits the carpeted floor with a light thud.
And—
Smack!
This time it’s Jackson’s palm on my ass—his flesh spanking my flesh.
And it’s unbelievably erotic.
“So beautiful. So red. So much like the blush on your lovely cheeks and breasts.”
Smack!
The sting of pain, but then… Oh God, the pleasure.
Then the pressure of his lips—soft and firm—over the areas where he smacked me.
“Now I kiss it and make it all better.”
I shudder. Flashes shoot through me—electric currents and boiling syrup and everything wonderful all at once.
I whimper, moan, cry out softly.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yes, sir. Oh God, yes, sir.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Good. Your ass is so beautiful. I’m going to put some lube on it, because I want very much to finger you, Mandy.”
He wants to finger my ass? I suppose that makes sense, since he wants to fuck me there.
I go a little rigid.
“You have a safe word,” he reminds me.
“I’m fine, sir.”
“Good. Because I’m very much looking forward to this.”
He walks again to the bureau, removes something. I strain my neck to see but can’t quite move that way, as I’m bound to the table.
Something cold and slick slides over my asshole.
“This is the lube.”
He massages me with his finger. And it feels…good. It feels so good.
And then—
I gasp as he breaches the rim.
“Easy,” he says. “The hardest part is getting past the rim. I won’t move for a moment. Get used to the feeling of the invasion. I will listen to your body.”
“Yes, sir.”
Within a few seconds, I no longer feel the pain of the breach. He seems to sense my relaxation, and he moves his finger in and then out. And it feels…
Strange. So strange and jabby and unthinkable.
“So tight and warm in there, Mandy.” He groans. “Tell me. Tell me, does that feel good?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and I’m flabbergasted to realize I’m not lying.
It does feel good. It feels different. Feels forbidden.
And I like it. I like it all.
“Good,” he says. “I want you to feel good, Mandy. There is pain in this room. But this room is more about pleasure than anything else. Pleasure not just for me but for you as well.”
“Yes, sir.” I sigh.
When he withdraws his fingers, I whimper at the loss.
“You know what’s great about this table, Mandy?”