Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
While she complied, he pulled out a pair of Velcro wrist cuffs, each with an extra nylon strap with a Velcro strip sewn into it. “Hold out your wrists,” he directed.
“Are you sure this is…” she began nervously, her head swiveling around the empty lot.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mason interrupted, his tone firm. “Did you ask permission to speak? Did I grant it?”
She swallowed, more color splashing onto her cheeks. “No, Sir,” she said faintly.
“Speak up, slave. I can’t hear you.”
“No, Sir,” she said, her voice louder.
“That’s correct. This time, I’ll let you skate with a warning. Next time, you’ll be soundly punished.”
As he slipped the cuffs around her wrists, he added, “Here’s what’s going to happen now. You’re going to reach back behind your seat so I can Velcro your wrists together. In the event of an emergency, you can pull them free just by yanking on the straps. Otherwise, you will remain cuffed. While I’m driving us back to the compound, I may choose to touch you. Whatever I ask of you, you will immediately obey. Whatever I do to you, you will accept it with the grace befitting a sub girl. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, looking so nervous he almost took pity on her.
He climbed out of the car and walked around to the other side. Opening the back door, he leaned into the car and clipped her cuffs together. Next, he opened the passenger door. Reaching for the seat controls, he adjusted Hannah’s seat so she was leaning back in a reclining position with plenty of legroom. She looked incredibly hot. Having her wrists cuffed in this way forced her to arch her back a little, causing her luscious breasts to jut forward.
Returning to the driver’s seat, Mason eased out of the parking lot and back into the traffic, heading for the mountain road. Though he hadn’t even touched her yet, he could feel Hannah’s tension in the rigidity with which she held herself. Her eyes kept darting around, as if the people in the passing cars were all staring at her. In fact, his car windows were tinted as dark as was legally permitted. You’d have to stand directly by the car, your face nearly touching the glass, to see in. He didn’t tell her that. The sadist in him enjoyed watching her squirm.
Once they began their ascent, he reached over and casually flipped up her skirt, exposing her thighs and smooth sex. “Spread your legs wider, slut,” he commanded. “And keep them spread, no matter what I do to you.”
She bit her lip as she glanced quickly at him and then away again. After hesitating for several seconds, she finally let her thighs part. Once he had her properly trained, there would be no hesitation whatsoever, no matter what he asked of her.
Keeping his eyes on the road and one hand on the wheel, he reached over and rested his hand lightly on her thigh. She jumped like a skittish cat at his touch.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Relax, Hannah. Remember, this body belongs to me now.”
He stroked her soft skin for a minute or so until he felt her relax. Eventually, he moved his hand to cup her mons. She drew in a sharp breath and slammed her thighs together.
After glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure no one was coming, Mason veered sharply to the narrow shoulder of the road and put the car in park. Turning to face Hannah, he demanded, “What do you think you’re doing? You know better than that. A slave never closes her legs to her Master.”
Her brows furrowed, her mouth working as if she was about to speak. Wisely, she appeared to think better of it. After another moment’s hesitation, she let her thighs fall open, though she wouldn’t meet his eye.
As Mason pulled back onto the road, he tried to remember when he’d worked with such a modest trainee. The typical Enclave trainee was already deeply involved in the BDSM lifestyle and came to The Enclave to improve and deepen their skills. Hannah was definitely the exception. But, with a little time and patience, he was sure he could bring out her inner submissive, and mold her into the slave girl she secretly longed to be.
As he drove, he cupped her mons again. This time, she managed to keep her legs spread, though her tension was palpable. After a moment, he moved his fingers lightly over her labia. She shivered at his touch, her face averted from his. He stroked her a while, teasing in a circle around, but not touching, her clit. Eventually, he slipped a finger inside her. She was sopping wet and invitingly tight.
Using her juices as lubricant, he rubbed her cunt, lightly grazing her hardening clit with his fingertips. She sighed softly, her eyes fluttering closed. He pressed a finger again inside her and added a second. She groaned, a shudder moving through her body. Keeping his fingers inside her, he ground his palm against her spread sex.