Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Staring seductively up at Hayden through her lashes, she licked the head of his shaft in a twirling circle. Then she pursed her lips in an O, hoping to lower them over his cock in a slow, sensual tease. She was always so wet and ready for him that she’d forgotten just how big his shaft actually was. Instead of achieving the sexy seductress she’d been going for, she came across as a total novice as she struggled to accommodate him. As she tried to take him deeper, she gagged and reared back, tears filling her eyes.
But instead of admonishing her, Hayden placed a hand lightly on her head and stroked her hair. “Relax, Dahlia,” he said, his voice soft and encouraging. “Open yourself to me. Let go of your resistance. Submit to your Master.”
Something in her opened as the words seeped into her soul. The panic receded, a sense of calm moving through her. Now she was able to take him deep into her throat without gagging. She was back in control, and it felt good. True submission, she realized in a flash of understanding, was empowering.
Hayden moaned, his head tipping back slightly as she suckled and pleasured him. She licked along the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper. He groaned, a shudder moving through his body as she brought him closer to climax. She readied herself, determined to swallow every drop.
But, to her confused surprise, he pulled back abruptly, the previous tenderness absent from his tone as he said sternly, “Hands behind your back, slave. Kneel up and open your mouth. I’m taking over now.”
“What?” she blurted, forgetting herself.
He stared down at her, completely in control despite the fact he had to have been seconds from orgasm a moment before. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. The only thing that mouth is good for right now is accepting your Master’s cock.”
He let that sink in a moment before adding, “I’m going to introduce you to breath play. I’ll use my cock to block your airway for as long as it pleases me to do so. You will come to understand on a visceral level that, as your Master, I control your very right to breathe. No matter what I do to you, you will keep your mouth open and trust I’ll keep you safe.”
He paused, as if daring her to refuse.
Dahlia stared up at him, her heart racing. Breath play! Stories of autoerotic asphyxiation cases, some leading to accidental death, loomed in her mind like dark shadows.
But Hayden was no fool, and she did trust him to keep her safe. He’d led her farther along this submissive journey than she’d ever imagined possible. While she hadn’t loved every second of it, she couldn’t deny it was one of the most amazing and intense adventures of her life.
She wasn’t about to blow it by chickening out now. Instead, she brought her hands behind her back, clasping them together at the small of her back to keep them from trembling.
Hayden cupped the back of her head, pulling her toward him as he placed his cock between her lips. His fingers twined in her hair as the thick, hard shaft filled her mouth. When the head moved past her soft palate into her throat, Dahlia reflexively gagged, tears springing to her eyes.
Instead of allowing her to pull back and catch her breath, he kept the pressure steady on the back of her head. “Open your throat. Accept what I give you.”
He moved again, slowly sliding his shaft backward and forward, each time pushing a little deeper into her throat. Dahlia continued to gag and splutter.
To her relief, he finally pulled back, allowing her to draw a deep breath. His tone was gentle as he stroked her hair. “I want you to let go. By resisting, you withhold yourself from me. That’s not acceptable.”
He placed a finger under her chin, now wet with her own drool, and tilted her head upward as he gazed deep into her eyes. “You can do this, Dahlia. I know you can. You want to please me. You want to serve me. You belong to me—your body, your heart, your soul, your submission.”
She stared back, losing herself in his sapphire gaze. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, the words pulled from her without her conscious consent.
He smiled, the love and warmth in his expression giving her courage. “Good girl. Keep your gaze on mine. Don’t look away. Draw strength from me as you open yourself fully to my gift.”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, mesmerized.
He began again, slowly but inexorably moving his erect shaft deeper into her mouth and throat. This time, however, she didn’t gag. She felt almost calm as the head of his cock lodged deep in her air passage, cutting off her ability to breathe.