Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“Follow me.” He took my hand and led me upstairs.
Devlin squeezed my hand tight as we got to my bedroom. He reached out and twisted the knob, throwing it open with a quick push. It hadn’t been that long since I had seen my own bedroom, but it felt like a fresh breath of air entering my body when I stepped into the room. Then Devlin’s hands were on my hips, moving along the edge of my thigh, teasing me through my dress.
“We haven’t christened this bed.” He leaned my ear with a growl on the tip of his tongue. “And I want you to remember me when you finally return to it.”
I didn’t have a choice. Devlin was my Master. He guided me towards the bed as he slid my dress off my shoulders. The zipper came down slowly and the expensive fabric hit the floor. He pushed me towards the bed—hard. I fell forward and caught myself on all fours. His hands were on my hips and he jerked my panties down with one swift jerk.
“I bet you were a naughty girl in this room weren’t you?” He squeezed my ass and then pulled his hand away.
SMACK!
“Sometimes, Master.” I gasped when I felt the first sting of his hand.
“You touched yourself in this bed—thinking of me.” His hand came again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes.” My head fell forward as the sting made a confession roll off my tongue.
“Well now you’re not going to have to touch yourself while you imagine what I would do to you if I was here.” His hand moved between my thigh and rubbed against my clit. “Now you’re going to get the real thing.”
I heard him unzip his pants and kick them off. I looked over my shoulder at his powerful form as he positioned himself behind me. He pushed my thighs apart and began to enter me. I was wet enough that it didn’t hurt, but there was a soreness left behind from the last time we were together. It felt—different having him at that angle. It was like he was against my g-spot as soon as he buried himself—going so deep that I felt his balls against my clit.
“You belong to me in every way.” He slid his hands along my back and wrapped them around the thick strap of my bra. “Anytime I want you—any way that I want you.”
“Yes, Master.” All I could do was agree—my name on the contract made that a reality without a reminder.
He started to thrust faster, and I couldn’t help but moan. His cock felt amazing and I wanted to cum so bad after he got going that my body roared in anticipation of my climax. I had thought about him underneath the covers I was being taken on—I couldn’t deny that. He was my fantasy before I accepted it as my reality—until he ruined what we had. That was over—I could look past what he did if he fulfilled his end of the bargain.
“Don’t try to come before I’m ready.” He released one hand from my bra strap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” The combination of pain and pleasure didn’t push me away from an orgasm, it just made it more difficult to slow the release my body craved.
He drove his cock into me over and over as I bit down on my lip and tried to prevent my body from reacting to his touch. I struggled—god did I struggle. When I felt him begin to pulsate it was like music inside my soul. I needed him to erupt—to fill me with his seed. That was the only way I was going to get the release I craved.
“Come.” One word gave me the permission I needed more than anything else at that moment.
I felt his release. Hot, sticky cum flooded my pussy. That was enough to send me over the edge. Nothing could have stopped me after that. I caved to my release and my pussy spasmed, milking his length as he kept driving in into me. His thrusts started to slow when my orgasm subsided. He was done. My body craved more, but I felt him start to withdraw. He slid around on the bed and grabbed my hair.
“Clean up the mess you made.” He jerked me towards his saturated cock.
I opened my mouth and took him deep, sucking the combination of our lust from his length. After he was no longer dripping with our passion, he pulled away and grabbed his pants. I fell forward against the mattress, ready to enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt his hand on my shoulder—I must have dozed, but it was only for a second.
“Are you ready to hear about your next gift?” He sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Yes.” I blinked and nodded.