Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
A shiver runs down her back and her pleas turn to whimpers that she buries in the sheets.
I brace one hand on the bed and fuck her with deep, long strokes. All the way in. All the way out. Every thrust presses against her inner walls, with no more room to spare. Stretching her. I don’t want this to be over yet. I don’t want to be finished with this pleasure. It’s mine too. It starts in the base of my cock and spreads outward along every inch of me. Up my spine. Down my legs to my toes. Every muscle works together to fuck her harder, but not faster. I’ve never concentrated harder than keeping this vibrator on her clit. Practice in obedience for her. Practice in domination for me.
It makes me feel almost drunk, this power. A few words is all it takes to get her to stop an orgasm for me. Ella’s mouth opens, trying to get air to cry. She’s close.
“Please, Z,” she begs. “I’m trying to be good.”
“You need to come?”
I’m being harsh, and I know it. Pleasure is just as intense as pain. They’re two sides of the same coin. “Yes,” Ella answers, her voice rising. “I need to come.”
“Please,” she cries out again when I don’t answer. Her head thrashes once, barely tugging the blindfold up.
“I can’t stop it and I don’t—” She bites down on the sheets and I fuck her slower, moving the vibrator up just slightly. Her breathing is heavier. It gives her a moment for her orgasm to lessen slightly. I barely hear her beg me again and then reason, “I don’t want you to be unhappy with me.”
God. Such a perfect submissive. She tries and tries and tries. I couldn’t have asked for better.
I remove the vibrator, and instantly Ella collapses away from me as much as possible. She can’t move much. The tape is too strong, but she tries. I give her three long seconds of trying to live without the vibrator and push it against her clit again while thrusting into her harder and faster.
“Come for me, jailbird,” I say into her ear, and she explodes around my cock, gripping me as she shudders and shakes. It’s a cascade of pleasure and heat and it almost makes me come.
But I’m not done fucking her.
I drop the vibrator, turn her over, and drive my hips between her spread legs. I’m conscious of her hands behind her back, and her arms, and I keep it in mind while I fuck her with primal need. Her body is so pretty, arched for me this way. Her neck is exposed. Her breasts. I take one of her nipples and roll it between my finger and thumb. Over and over and over. It’s not a particularly unforgiving movement, not really, but if I do it enough, she’ll—
“Oh.” The sound stretches out and out and out. “Oh,” she says again.
Her voice almost pushes me over the edge, but I pull away and flip her over again. I want to be inside her heat. It seems like the only thing keeping me on earth. Her hot, wet pussy trying to get me further inside.
I circle her asshole with a fingertip. She's helpless to stop me, and Ella shivers when I do it. “Have you been taken here?”
“No,” she whispers.
I work a finger into her pussy beside my cock. And then I bring it back to that tight little hole. Ella groans when I push my fingertip in, lubricated with her arousal, and gasps when I give her the rest.
And then I grab the vibrator.
One touch to her clit and she’s off, crying out, crying hard. Coming yet again. Her pants fuel me to keep playing, toying with her, pushing her boundaries slowly yet steadily.
I pull myself free from her as she comes down. Giving her a moment, I take out the scissors after cleaning off my hands with a wet wipe.
“Stay still.” The safety scissors easily cut through the bindings within seconds, releasing her body to fall onto the bed.
She’s still unsteady from the aftershocks so I have to prop her up with my hands to get her on her knees. “Take off the blindfold.”
Ella pulls it down with shaking hands, leaving it around her neck.
“Hands and knees, jailbird. I want you to watch the mirror now.”
She gets to her hands and knees, still trembling, her dark eyes locked on me in the mirror as I climb behind her, line myself up, and take her again. She’s a gorgeous sight. Her hair a messy halo, her cheeks flushed. Every thrust shakes her. Her breasts sway with the motion of my hips. I fuck her like I’ve wanted to since she first talked to me, hard and unforgivingly, until I’m close to the edge of my own pleasure. Seconds away.