Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I yank the underwear down her shaking legs and wad them in my hand. “Open wide,” I order and shove the material into her mouth before she can even comply. I grip her cheeks, pushing her head back, and a muffled cry falls from her lips. “It’s time to get on with why I dragged you out here. I still have to teach that ass of yours a lesson. You don’t want anyone to see you get punished, do you?”
She mumbles through the thong and tries to shake her head. That’s what I thought. She wants to be experienced. She wants to be fucked. But she’s still a little shy about it. And I like that. “Then keep these in your mouth.” I release her face, and it falls forward as her heavy breathing fills the air around us.
I step behind her and look over her ass and legs. I wrote on her earlier, and I’m not even sure if she’s seen it yet. “Kash, take a picture of this.” I lift my hand, motioning for him to stand beside me.
Pulling his cell out of his pocket, he chuckles as he takes a picture of her restrained body hanging from the tree branches.
I take his cell and hold it out in front of her face. “Did you see what I did to you, sweetheart?”
Her watery eyes widen, and she mumbles nonsense into her thong when she sees Saint’s written across her lower back—tramp stamp—in Sharpie and good girl written below each ass cheek. “I wanted to make sure you remember who this belongs to.” I give her ass a tap and return his phone to him.
“Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. I’ve called you eleven times tonight, sweetheart. So you’re going to get eleven swats.” She shuffles from foot to foot, trying to pull free, and I like how her body struggles.
I take Haidyn’s belt, double it over, and swat her ass. She screams into her thong. I do it again across the top of her thighs, unable to help myself. I love the way her skin instantly turns red. The black letters look even more prominent.
“That’s two.”
She’s kicking her legs up, the heels of her feet hitting her thighs as she tries to use them to cover herself from me.
I slap her ass cheeks, making them red as well. She pushes her ass back, her legs clenching shut, and I get an idea. “Spread your legs.”
Her shoulders start to shake. When she doesn’t do so, I slap her ass again. “Now.”
Tears fall from her bottom lashes, and I look at Haidyn. “Help her out.”
He uncrosses his arms and steps in front of her. She twists and turns, trying to kick him out of the way. But he spreads her legs wide open with his, planting his shoes on the inside of her bare feet.
I reach between her legs again, unable to help myself. “Fuck, sweetheart. Your pussy is so wet.” I press my front to her back and look over at the people partying not far from us. “Which part turns you on the most? The fact that anyone can come over and catch you tied up and at my mercy? Or the pain from my belt to your flawless skin?” I slide a finger into her, and she pushes back against it. “Or is it that Haidyn and Kashton are hard while watching me punish you?” A strangled moan comes from her stuffed mouth when I thrust in two. “Let them all watch you beg me to let you come.” I remove my fingers, step back, and swat her ass once more.
She throws her head back and cries out, but it’s not loud enough for anyone to hear.
Haidyn’s eyes meet mine, and I nod, telling him he can step back. I can force her to get what I want, but I’d prefer her to give it to me. To submit and obey.
Standing in front of her, I grab her cheeks, and her heavy eyes meet mine. The tears run freely from her pretty blue eyes. “Are you going to listen to me from now on?”
She nods the best she can, sucking in a deep breath through her nose. “Spread your legs. As wide as you can,” I order, testing her.
Sniffing, she places her legs out, causing her to arch her back and press her chest forward. Her arms strain above her head.
I tap the belt between her inner thighs, gently hitting her pussy, and she closes her legs with a cry.
Arching my brow, I tsk. “Did I say you could close them?”
When she closes her eyes, fresh tears roll down her face, and she opens her legs once more. “That’s a good girl,” I say, and she whimpers. “Leave them there, or I’ll have the guys do it for you.”