Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
A hard smack on my ass cheek makes me draw a sharp breath. He reaches over and grabs the belt, my skin flaming with anticipation, but I’m surprised when he slips the leather around my throat instead of it stinging against my ass.
He tugs it tight through the buckle, just enough so that I have to concentrate to breathe as the sound of him opening a kitchen drawer with a clatter has my skin on fire. I wince as something smooth glides over my ass.
“What’s that?” I twist my head, the thick leather making it hard to move, but I see Jack holding a plastic spoon with a long, thick handle, and a flat back.
The spoon lands on the side of my ass with a hard smack, answering my question.
It takes a moment for the burn to hit as he tugs the loose end of the belt. I hiss, taking in a desperate breath, trembling, my knees knocking together as the burn deepens and another smack lands on top.
Then another. Harder this time.
Adrenaline, desire and excitement swirl inside me as I wonder how much I can take.
Whack.
Whack.
Two more direct blows have me dancing in place and understanding sometimes the punishment might not be as fun as I’d thought. The belt tightens, drawing oxygen now a struggle, my eyes feel pressure building behind them.
“This is for being disrespectful this morning.”
I moan as the spoon smacks me again, forcing the words out in a strained whisper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back an orgasm. The pain twists into pleasure inside of me. Even as I want him to stop, I need him to keep going.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I repeat, the belt keeping my voice strained and choking.
“Good girl. I’m glad you are sorry.”
Five more smacks as I cry out, a gush of wetness dripping down my thighs, and just when I think he’ll never stop, he pushes the smooth handle of the spoon between my legs and strokes my aching pussy with it.
I push my hips back, eager for the friction.
He pulls it away, making me whine. “In case you are still unclear, little girl, your orgasms are mine.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Is it all mine?”
“Yes.”
“I call the shots over when you come, how hard you come.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then beg me.”
“Please...” I pant, struggling for air as I speak. “I feel like I’ll die if I don’t come...”
“Why did you act like a spoiled little girl in my office?” he demands.
“Because…” I gasp as he toys with my pussy, rubbing it with the spoon and taking it away, then giving my clit a slap with the flat end. Again, and again. Tormenting me.
“Because why? I’m waiting…”
I grit my teeth, my face twists in need. My answer is a shrill scream, driven by lust and frustration. “I want to be with you. I want the world to know you’re mine too.”
I want to ask him why we’re never around anyone else. Why it feels like he’s keeping us a secret. But I can barely think straight with the belt around my throat and my ass stinging, wondering what’s going to happen next.
He doesn't touch my pussy with the spoon anymore. Doesn't stroke it. I twist my head to the side, feeling the edge of the leather dig in, and he's standing there, staring at me, licking his lips, his huge dick pressing out on his pants, but he looks so calm. Patient.
That’s what true control looks like. I know that now.
“I’ll try harder to be good, Daddy,” I say.
“That’s all I want to hear.”
“Now, pretty please, can I have my treat?”
He narrows his eyes. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned it.”
“Please, I’ve learned my lesson,” I beg.
He pushes his hand between my legs and cups me so viciously I lift off the ground. “Who does this belong to?”
I cry out as he begins to rub my clit in hard, sensational circles.
“That feels so good, Daddy...” I bite my lip as he slides his finger over and over against my slippery little swollen nub.
The long, hard handle of the spoon pokes at my opening then enters me. The sensation is so unexpected, I shudder.
The penetrating handle fucks me. Faster and faster until I’m a begging mess.
“Come now, babygirl.”
An orgasm takes me hard as my body shakes and twists against the spoon handle, fucking me until I’m spent, then he withdraws the foreign object, letting me go and I fall in a crumpled heap on the floor at his feet.
I can't even summon a smile as he stands over me. All delicious, bearded Daddy dominance. He reaches for the belt, loosening it and slipping it from my neck, then sliding both arms underneath me, he draws me up against his chest and carries me to the bedroom. I lie on my back, spreading my arms and legs wide. He shackles my wrists to the newly installed hooks on the bedposts, and my legs to the foot of the bed.