Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Not fair,” I hiss out. My nipples immediately pebble in the cool late fall air.
“I’ll show you not fair,” he says, and a rope of light splinters off from the other and wraps between my legs, undulating back and forth against my sex. The rope lets out stimulating little lightning pulses against my pussy.
“Layden!”
“Walk to the spa,” he orders.
I do, but I’m panting and barely keeping upright. I’m glad the hot tub is already on, with rushing jets that bubble and steam the air.
“In.”
Shakily, I climb the steps and lower myself in. I’m briefly worried about the electricity from Layden’s rope but know he would never put me in danger. Indeed, when I sink down, the otherworldly blue light just glows from underneath the water. And continues pulsing against my clit.
One pulse hits so good my back arches, pushing my breasts outward. Layden seems to like that a lot. He runs his palm down the valley of my breasts while I’m incoherent with rising pleasure. But then he releases the pulse from below, and I fall back into the water, gasping for breath.
He shucks off his pants and climbs into the glowing water with me. My eyes widen at how hard and full he is. I swallow, then lick my lips as I look up at him.
I want to grab him and take him in my mouth. I want to take control back. It’s my natural inclination. To put others under my compulsion and make them bend to my will.
Which is why it makes me whine with even more heightened pleasure when Layden sees that and shakes his finger in my face. “Ah ah ah,” he says and fuck, he’s never been more handsome. He sits down on the bench inside the spa. “Over my lap. Time to take your punishment like a good girl.”
I nearly come.
But then he says, “And don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”
Tears prick at my eyes. I want to come. I want to beg him to let me come. Instead, I obey and bend over his lap, my ass sticking up and out of the water. It’s indecent the way I feel his hard cock against my belly, but it thrills me to feel how much I turn him on. I’m not completely without control after all.
As if he can hear my thoughts, his rune lasso zaps my pussy, and I jump in his lap.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he murmurs right in my ear, his lips caressing my lobe. Which is when I realize I was sort of humping his cock with my stomach, trying to entice him with any and all friction. I sigh, but then he zaps me again, and the water splashes with my leap.
He chuckles low and runs his palm over my ass. “Count, sweetheart, and make sure to call me Sir when you beg for the next one.”
He slaps my ass then, and the nerve-deep satisfaction that runs from my pussy all the way to my toes is just wrong. So fucking wrong that it’s right.
This is the good, naïve man that I found alone, depriving himself all those years in the woods.
“One. May I please have another, Sir?” I barely manage to croak out.
He thwacks my ass again. Harder, and it’s so, so good I’m moaning now and don’t bother to hide it.
“Two.”
“You didn’t say Sir. Now we’ll have to start all over again.”
I sigh out with pleasure as he lands another, harder smack.
“One. Please give me another, Sir!”
He gives me several in succession, and I beg Sir for every one. Yes, that sweet, tender man I brought home who was so polite and eager to learn is the same one punishing my ass now—
“Ten! Please give me another, Sir!”
But he doesn’t, not right away. He runs his palm down over my now sore ass cheeks, and I tremble on his lap. His cock is even stiffer beneath me.
“I should punish you for a long time for how you teased me. All those nights I heard you touching yourself in the shower. Tell me what you thought about, but don’t you dare come.”
He splashes his hand in the water as I feel my face grow hot from hovering over the water and from embarrassment. “You could hear that?”
“Of course I could. Didn’t you want me to hear?”
His finger rubs my pussy under the water, buzzing the electric pulse of his runes like a sex toy against me.
“No! Both doors were closed. I never imagined you could—”
“I could smell you, too.”
He inhales long and loudly. “The sweet, tormenting scent of you. Always just right out of reach. Torturing me every night while I lay there cock-stiff in bed.”
My eyes all but roll back in my head. His runes pulse against my clit at the same time his thick finger starts to push against my anus. Oh god. I haven’t felt him there since that day with the beads…