Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Her clit was already engorged, but just for good measure, I rubbed it some more before securing the clamp onto her. Another small squeal, but it was overshadowed by the moan that slipped out half a second behind it.
It would be cruel enough to leave her like this, so worked up and with no way to satisfy her own body. But I wasn’t finished. I’d definitely saved the best for last.
Adjusting the dials on the control box, I got them right where I wanted them and then turned it on. Her body jerked and she tugged hard against the restraints as the vibrations from the clamps stimulated her sensitive places.
Ten seconds—she stopped pulling and started to moan. Fifteen seconds—her body writhed, making the plug in her ass wriggle inside her, and her moans grew louder. Twenty seconds—the vibrations stopped. She groaned in agitation.
I chuckled, knowing the machine was going to torment her like this the whole time I was gone, turning on for twenty seconds at random intervals that ranged from two to four minutes apart. It would drive her body wild, stimulating her over and over again, but never enough to send her careening over the edge.
I leaned back to get a better look at her, and I hadn’t been so close to coming in my pants since I was a teenage boy. She was soaking wet. Her juices coated the base of the plug that protruded from her ass. And her muscles were clenching spasmodically, trying to draw the plug in deeper while searching desperately for something to fill her empty pussy. I wanted to give that gorgeous pussy exactly what it wanted and ram my cock deep inside her, but now I really was out of time.
Forcing myself to my feet, I moved to the end of the bed and watched as the control box reached its random interval and intense vibrations shot through her nipples and clit. Her back arched off the bed, but then instead of trying to pull out of her restraints this time, her hands clenched in fists as she tried to lift her hips as if that could somehow increase the strength or duration of the vibrations.
Precisely twenty seconds after it had begun though, the vibrations stopped, and she flopped back with an even more frustrated groan than the last one. So fucking sexy.
“I’ll be busy for just a couple hours, but I’m sure you’ll be too distracted to notice Pet.”
I turned to leave—it had never taken so much effort to turn away from any sight before.
“Wait, master. Please, you can’t leave me like this. What if…what if I need to pee?”
I could tell the excuse was an afterthought, but a valid one nonetheless. I strode to the ensuite and came back with two big, thick towels.
“Lift your hips,” I demanded and she did her best to comply, though her eyes had gone wide, realizing what I had in mind. I slid the folded towels beneath her.
“Master, you don’t expect me to…here?”
“If you’re going to argue with me, I’m going to demand you piss right now with your legs wide open while I watch. Are you sure you want to argue?”
“No, Master.” She barely got the word out before the vibrations started again. “Oh god. Please, Master, don’t let it stop.”
“I love it when you beg, Pet, but it’s not going to do you any good this time.”
I walked away while her moans filled the room. The second I closed the door behind me, I took deep, calming breaths. They did nothing to calm my raging hard-on or to cool the fire in my veins. I’d thought this would be exquisite torment for her, but I knew now that the sight of her tied up and writhing beneath the clamps was going to torment me for the next several hours. I’d be surprised if I didn’t end up with permanent damage from a three-hour erection.
9
Derek
By the time I left the house—after checking the security system three times—some bit of sense was coming back to me. This wasn’t a Sunday drive through the country that had me leaving the most tantalizing woman in the world tied up and desperate to be fucked. That thought sobered me though; at least enough that I could slide into the driver’s seat of my car without worrying about breaking my cock.
It was time to secure Scar’s future. As I drove out of the driveway, the image of her leaning over the toilet this morning flashed through my mind. Fuck, I was not looking forward to that conversation with her. But I let myself think for just a moment what it would be like if I actually survived this. Would she choose to keep the baby? Would she want me to have any involvement in raising the child?
Fuck, what the hell did I know about babies? Fathers were supposed to teach their children all the things they knew. What was I going to teach the kid?—how to shoot a gun? How to tear a person apart? How to take an innocent woman like Scar and put her through hell?