Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
He kept me in the posture he wanted, moving his right hand to the small of my back, atop my bra strap, to forbid me from straightening more than a centimeter. He entered me at full length, until I felt his muscular lap come up against my paddled bottom cheeks. Then he held himself inside me, filling me—possessing me.
Desperately, shamefully, I tried to move on his hardness. His grip on my waist prevented me from finding more than a tiny bit of the friction I craved. I sobbed in frustration and humiliation. I tried again, and Mr. Alden held me even more tightly.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’ll decide.”
His hand stroked my back, taming me… soothing me. The primal nature of what he had done, crouching over me to ravish me in my slutty lingerie, like an animal in harness, sent a wave of heat surging through my body. I felt my vagina contract around his huge cock and I cried out as again the pleasure seemed so intense it became almost painful.
“Shh. You need a good, hard fucking, don’t you?”
Something in the tone of his voice brought back to my mind the strange idea I had found a moment ago, before all thought had flown away with the deep thrust of his hardness into me. A game… a joyful game. One we play together.
I bit my lip. I hadn’t responded to his question, had I? The wand’s effect had gone away, and yet here I was, even more naked than I would have felt without the lacy red underwear, obedient under the hands and the manhood of my new boss. A game?
“Oh, God…” I moaned. “Oh… sir…”
The word had come out on its own, without the compulsion from the wand.
“Answer me,” Mr. Alden commanded. “Do you need a good, hard fucking, you little slut?”
I could hear it, somehow, in his voice. He meant it—he meant the degradation and he meant the dominance—and yet he still wanted me to have fun, too.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed.
CHAPTER 9
Ingrid
His left hand tightened on my waist. The garter belt dug into my hip a little, reminding me how naughty a girl I had decided to be when I had put on the lacy red lingerie that morning. I felt him start to fuck me, to enjoy me, to give me what I needed. The warm, stiff length of him receded and then slammed back into my vagina so forcefully that I could feel how firmly his hands held me, ensuring that the cunt he meant to use stayed exactly where he wanted it.
His upper thighs and his hips slapped against my bottom like a reminder of my paddling. The sensation inside my womb and the yawning need for more of it, all of it, seemed to dwarf the lingering soreness from the paddle. The warmth in my backside, though, reinforced the pleasure—and at the same time the memory of how I had gotten punished for disobedience… how I had been made to take off my clothes anyway… how I had ended up with my face in the carpet and my new boss’ rigid penis in my needy vagina… it came together to make me feel faint with lust.
I kept trying to move my hips, instinctively attempting to match Mr. Alden’s hard, rapid thrusting into me. I realized distantly that in fact my body tried all the harder because he held me so firmly in place. With a hot blush I realized that I wanted to feel restrained.
I cried out as I understood, and the cry seemed to make Mr. Alden thrust even harder into me. I had never been fucked like this, of course; I hadn’t even known that a man could possess a woman this way, or maybe I hadn’t understood that she could enjoy it, as shameful as that kind of pleasure felt.
An orgasm started to build inside me, like nothing I’d ever felt. The sheer embarrassment at the new fact that had become blindingly evident—that as much as I wanted to deny it, I liked my boss pounding his manhood into me like a wild animal ravaging his prey—fueled the need with incredible urgency. I knew I would come within a few seconds if Mr. Alden just kept fucking me.
My whole body tensed, and from somewhere I found an extra surge of strength so that when I pushed back against his next thrust, I actually managed to move a few centimeters and get his cock deeper inside me, so deep that I cried out at the breathtaking sensation. The little stab of discomfort reinforced the idea that Mr. Alden meant to punish me with his rigid penis, as much as to give me pleasure.
I cried out again, trying to push up on my elbows out of sheer instinct, to change the angle at which the enormous shaft penetrated my desperate sheath. Mr. Alden clearly liked that angle just as it was, though; he pressed down on my back hard to keep me in place.