Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Shah bounces me up and down on his dick, using me. He has incredible stamina. I can feel him throbbing inside me, but he’s keeping himself in check. Who would have thought that a vicious criminal outlaw like Shah would have so much self-control? He has more than me. I keep feeling the rippling intensity of orgasmic pleasure coursing through me. It rises and then it falls. I come and I come again.
Suddenly he pulls out of me, flips me over, and puts me on my hands and knees. He rises up behind me and I expect to feel his thick rod sliding back into my pussy from behind. Instead, the head of his dick starts rubbing at the other hole back there. The tighter hole. The dirtier one.
“No!”
“Yes,” he tells me firmly. He is insistent, both mentally and physically, and I feel my ass starting to give into him the same way the rest of my body has.
I scramble away from him on hands and knees, putting much needed distance between his dick and my ass.
“Get back here, brat,” he growls, reaching for me.
“Why why why ow ow….eep!” The last little squeal is the sound I make as he pulls me back with two hands and pushes his cock inside my ass in one masterful stroke, popping past the tight ring and taking what’s his.
I gasp and curse. My ass already hurt, but this hurts much more. I am being punished internally now, and I do not know why.
“All your holes are mine,” Shah reminds me. “You need your ass fucked more than most. You’re so innocent, and so arrogant with it. You think nothing can happen to you.”
I can barely pay attention to what he’s saying over the impromptu ravaging. He’s lubed and going slow past that initial moment of conquest, but my ass is aching, and I am gasping for breath.
“I can’t…”
“You’ll be surprised what you can take, Dreamy,” he growls against the back of my neck, his big body bent over mine as he works his powerful hips against me.
I am whimpering. I might be crying. I am certainly whining.
“You’re hurting me…”
“I know,” he kisses my neck. “And I’m teaching you a lesson you desperately need to learn. Your little ass is going to hurt today so I don’t have to break your fucking neck tomorrow.”
I come again. Hard, and unexpectedly. Violently. I shake around his cock, my legs trembling, tears running down my heated cheeks. Every part of me is his, and so is my life. I’ve put myself in his world and now I am at his absolute mercy.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, gripping my hips and slamming inside me. Hard strokes ravage my ass as he finally allows himself the same pleasure I’ve had over and over. He roars as his orgasm hits, and he fills my freshly fucked ass with his come.
“Yes. Yes,” he pants as he holds me in place, making me take every drop, letting it sink inside me before he pulls out and I am left with two sore holes and a soul full of shame.
“Good little girl,” he praises, spanking me between my thighs. I gasp and close my legs, rolling onto my side in a futile effort to protect the tender parts of my body.
“That was fun, Dreamy. You didn’t cry as much as girls usually do. You didn’t beg for it as much as they usually do, either.”
I don’t know what to think about that. I don’t know what to think about myself. What have I done? What have I allowed to happen to me? I grab for my dress, but Shah sweeps it away before I can get my hands on it.
“You don’t need clothes here, Dreamy,” he says.
“But I have to go. I’m so late for work.”
Shah’s dark eyes mock me gently. “You’re not going to work. You’re not going back home. When you stepped over the threshold of the bar last night, you changed your life. Just like you wanted to.”
“Wh.. what are you going to do to me?”
“Fuck you,” he says simply. “I like your pussy. It’s good. It’s sweet. You shock easily, and that makes you fun. And that hot little ass, that will soon get used to my cock. And then, of course, there’s the leverage.”
“Leverage?”
“Oh, Dreamy,” he smirks. “You got my attention the day we met.”
“I’m just a worker.”
Shah takes me by the chin and shakes his head, dark eyes sparking with mischief. “No. You’re not. You’re something much more special.”
“So you’re going to hold me for ransom? They won’t care. I’ve already been replaced. I’m nothing.”
“You’re not nothing. You have all that precious worker code in your head. Besides, a ransom would mean I intend to give you back. I’m holding you hostage.”
“For what?”
“For whatever I like,” he smiles, tapping my nose with his forefinger.