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)
I had taken my fingers out of my vagina, I had brought them up to my face, and I had inhaled tentatively. My naughtiness had vied with my modesty, but the lewd impulse won out as soon as I had taken the first little whiff. I took a deeper one, and I had smelled sex—my own private, mortifying scent, the fragrance of my hot, dark need.
Mr. Alden ran the backs of his fingers gently down my cheek.
“You’re going to suck my cock, Ingrid,” he said, his gentle tone contradicting the shameful brutality of his words. “You’re going to taste your sweet little cunt one way or another—whether I have to paddle you again, or use the wand, or both. There’s no sense in pretending. Open your eyes.”
With a tiny sob, I obeyed. I hadn’t ever gotten this close to a man’s penis. I had kind of thought that Jake probably wanted me to go down on him, and I had almost offered once, during the brief period when I had thought I was in love with him, but even then it had just seemed too embarrassing. The surge of heat in my cheeks, and the force with which I swallowed at the lewd sight, confirmed the little-girl modesty it seemed I would never be able to let go of. At the same time, though, a thrill of helplessly reawakened arousal went through me as I took in the massive, rigid, glistening length of Joseph Alden’s penis.
Joseph. I looked up, into his eyes. His golden, slightly curly hair framed his face. From this angle it looked so much like a halo that I let out a little sob at the idea that an angel could have such painful, shameful mercy on me. He had a little smile on his lips, but his eyes narrowed into a severity that sent a surge of hot mortification through my limbs. The renewed tingle in my clit seemed to spread warm desire all over my sore private parts and my paddled backside.
“Get a good look, Ingrid,” he said, his words a murmur so deep in his chest that it sounded like a purr on the edge of a growl. “Eyes down.”
I lowered my gaze. He held my face with his right hand, thumb on my cheek and fingers at the back of my neck. With his left he held his manhood, pumping it gently as if the sight of me stirred his dominant desire… me, his new fuck toy, on my knees, my little breasts out of the lacy bra cups and my panties down at my stocking tops… the pink cleft of my private lips revealed, lightly covered in the sparse blonde pubic curls he meant to take away.
I saw how hard I had come on Joseph’s huge, hard cock. I understood for the first time the real meaning of another of those filthy words I knew but had never thought of using.
Cream. I had creamed my new boss’ rigid, thrusting penis. I could see it there, the evidence of how the hot, dark place inside my imagination, my heart, my mind had taken control—of how desperately I had needed a good, hard fucking by a man who knew how to teach a naughty girl to give him pleasure.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded from high above me. The purr had gone away; his voice had become all growl. “Taste your sweet little cunt.”
I told myself I could hear the renewed threat of the paddle in his words. I told myself that the horrible wand’s effect hadn’t gone away completely—it couldn’t have, because I had started to relax my jaw and to put out my tongue, which I would never, ever have done without some controlling influence to make me do such a shameful thing.
“Look at me,” he said, a satisfaction in his words that made my heart leap even as my cheeks went hot. I obeyed, gazing up at him and seeing again the angel—the heavenly being who it seemed also became a savage animal when he chose. My face grew even hotter as I realized that I must look exactly like I was begging for the humiliating reward of sucking the cock that had given me such impossible pleasure.
Joseph’s right hand tightened slightly at the back of my neck. I whimpered at the sensation, and its implication of claiming, of possession. Then he stepped forward a little, and laid his rigid manhood gently on my tongue.
“What a pretty little cocksucker you are, sweetheart,” he said, and then he began to use my mouth. He moved his left hand to the back of my head, twining his fingers in my hair, and he thrust between my lips, as if my mouth represented just another cunt for fucking. I tasted salt, musk, and something a little bitter, too—Joseph’s pre-cum, I realized. Heat surged in and out of my face as my boss’ hairy lap came and went, his penis driving almost to the back of my throat and making me nearly gag with each rapid thrust.