Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Renee
Slowly Master Hendryk sheathed himself in my open mouth, gazing down into my eyes all the while.
I’ll whip you to teach you that I can.
I felt a thrill go down my spine and straight to my pussy. Master G had never said anything so… brutal to me or any other girl in my training group. Miss Charlotte never said anything like that. They spoke of how the process of owning our submission would make us happy: punishments, when they occurred, were meant to correct our faults.
My new owner slid the hand on my chin around to the back of my neck. He twined his fingers firmly in my hair, under the ribbon that held it in a loose ponytail. I whimpered at the feeling of that extra restraint and the frightening knowledge that he would hold my head right where it was and thrust in as deep as he pleased.
He did, beginning to fuck my face, thrusting forward with his hips and filling my mouth much too full of his huge, hard penis. Ironically, I thought, I managed to get my breathing under control then, thanks to Master G’s lessons. I knew how to do this, to take a man all the way to the back of my throat and ignore the gag reflex with the help of even breathing.
Master Hendryk pressed in so far that even with my eyes raised I couldn’t see past his gleaming white tuxedo shirt and his silken cummerbund. He held my head in place and thrust between my lips until my nose came up against the scratchy wool of his pants.
He held himself there for a long moment and at the same time I felt his other hand, the one holding the cane, come down on my bottom, not to punish me but to begin to raise the skirt of my little nightgown with his fingertips, gathering it in little movements of the translucent fabric, little by little uncovering my most private places.
I whimpered around his massive cock. Despite myself I arched my back, knowing with dismay that my master would take the movement as a sign of my submission, my willingness to present my pussy and my bottom for his use.
I don’t want this… I don’t want it to happen this way.
Master Hendryk spoke, his voice seeming to come from very far above me.
“Oh, that’s a very pretty bottom, Renee.”
His voice had a gravelly edge that sent an unwelcome wave of arousal through my whole body. It meant, I knew, that he found my mouth pleasing. I felt my own need grow in response to my master’s, but the idea that his cruelty and crudeness could turn me on so thoroughly made me feel faint. Yes, Master G had spoken that way sometimes, but not with the promise of a whipping to come.
I felt him tuck the hem of my babydoll into the leather belt around my waist. With the cane trapped between his palm and my bottom-cheeks, he worked his left hand down between my upper thighs. I cried out around his hard manhood at the entry of his two middle fingers roughly and abruptly into my vagina. Slowly, controlling my head with his right hand, he began to fuck my face, while at the same time he mirrored the motion of his cock in my mouth with his fingers in my pussy.
My face blazed with heat as I realized just how easily those brutal fingers could thrust in and out of me. Worse, I could even hear how very wet Master Hendryk’s degrading treatment had made me. To my horror I knew without the slightest doubt that I had never gotten this wet for Master G.
None of us concubines in training really understood how the Institute measured our arousal, but we all knew that their technology could sense exactly how needy we got between our legs. The feeling that I had betrayed my training master sent a wave of shame through me that made my hips buck with helpless desire under Master Hendryk’s hand.
“That’s it, you little slut,” my new owner murmured, deep in his throat. “You’re almost as good as Candy.”
I sobbed around the thrusting, rigid gag of flesh that pushed my tongue down and pressed against the back of my throat with every firm thrust. He made me ride his hand, with the thin but terribly solid rattan pressed between his hand and my bottom like a terrible promise. My hips moved helplessly to the rhythm of his invading fingers, shamefully showing my need for more, for the hardness in my mouth to be there, inside my aching sheath.
Master Hendryk held himself in all the way, the head of his cock threatening to make me gag as he pressed my face against his lap, my mouth completely full of his huge erection. I had almost lost control of my breathing now, and panic started to rise in me, a crawling flutter in my upper body.