Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Look at your sweet cunt, Faye, see how beautiful it is.”
Her pussy was pink and swollen, tender and vulnerable. “More,” she hissed. “Fuck, Andy, hurt me some more…”
“Good girl.” I pressed my lips to her temple. “I want you to watch this. I want you to see everything.”
She nodded and her eyes were wide but glazed, fixed on my hand as I rubbed her hard little clit. She braced herself, her back arched against my chest. “Hit me,” she said. “Hit me, Andy, just fucking hit me.”
I unleashed it all, every frustration at her smart fucking tongue, all the humiliation at her crazy little games, and then there was more, so much more. Her dismissive emails, months of nothing but thanks, Andy, kiss kiss kiss as I waited for her to come home. Come home to our fucking club, come home to me. Fuck, how I punished her pussy, and she took it, she took all of it. Her breath turned ragged, and her thighs started shaking, but she took it. My palm was tingling, and her cunt was hot and sore, beautifully pink, and flushed from the pain.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “Oh God, it hurts.”
I spread her lips, pinching her clit and rolling it between my fingers. “You’re so wet, Faye, you dirty little bitch.”
“Please…” she said, and I don’t think she even knew what she was asking for.
When I slapped her again she yelped and lurched forwards, holding her breath as I eased her back. My hand pressed to her throat. “Stay still.”
She nodded, but lurched again as the next landed, circling her hips until the pain subsided. I slapped her until she squealed and closed her thighs, only to kiss her neck until she opened back up for me. Over and over and fucking over, and my cock was straining to let go against her ass and my own breath was raw and raspy. I slapped her pretty tits, and my breath caught at the sight. The mirror was a wonder, a beautiful fucking wonder. It captured everything, every dirty little fucking thing. I pulled at her nipples until she screwed her eyes shut, and I slapped those beautiful tits until they were marked with my handprints. I wanted to mark her, I wanted me on her, I wanted her body tainted with mine, branded permanently with my own dirty fucking need for this reckless, frivolous, delicate fucking creature.
And that’s when I knew. The fucking rings. Of course I knew, I’d known it all the time.
“He put those rings there, didn’t he?”
Her eyes flew open, her breathing ragged. “I … I don’t want to talk about it.”
I twisted her nipple. “Come on, Faye, just say it.”
“No,” she hissed, and I slapped her pussy until tears sprung.
“I’ve had enough of these dirty fucking secrets.”
“Like you haven’t got any of your own,” she breathed. “I know you have secrets, Andy. You’re no better than me.”
She was right, of course. So right that the room was charged with it. I reverted to my questioning without so much as a flinch.
“Did you want him to do it? Did you ask him to pierce your dirty little cunt, Faye? Did you beg him for it?”
She tensed as if I’d put a current through her, but I didn’t let her go. I was a lot stronger than her, and I held her tight to me, my fingers already working their way inside her.
“I didn’t beg,” she rasped. “I cried.”
“Because it hurt? It must have fucking hurt.”
“Because I was scared…”
Her words slapped me, and some dark fucking monster uncurled in my gut. My body softened, my grip on her loosening as I sought out her clit and played nice. “It’s ok,” I said. “Relax. It’s alright, Faye, just relax.”
She did relax, slowly, pressing herself back against me, temple to temple. Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine in the mirror, they were hooded and low, her breath short as my fingers worked her clit.
“It was his idea,” she said. “He wanted it.”
“Did you want it?”
The softest shrug. “I wanted what he wanted.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“It wouldn’t have made any difference. He always got what he wanted, that’s how it worked.”
“That’s not how it should have worked, Faye.”
She smiled, and it was bitter. “You can talk.”
“I’ve still got your teeth marks on my ass,” I said. “I think I can talk, actually.”
She breathed, then moaned as I picked up the pace around her clit. “I didn’t like his friends. Two of them, they were always around. Cynthia and Richard. Cynthia was an evil fucking bitch.”
“Go on…” I encouraged.
“It was Vincent’s idea but Cynthia pushed it. Said she’d done a piercing course, had all the stuff.”
“Had she?”
She shrugged again. “I don’t know.”
“And you let her?”
“I let him.” She lolled her head back, squirming her hips. “I’m scared of needles. Like really scared.”