Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
She had a penchant for pain, which just blew my mind and she was growing to love anal play. Having the plug stuffed up her ass all day except when she had to remove it for necessity sake was having a profound affect on her.
She was still shy about using fuck language though, which was something we had to work on. I find that words can spark the imagination like nothing else and wanted her to get the full enjoyment out of the things we were going to do together.
In the bedroom, I laid her on one end of the bed, bending down to take one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking before moving to the other one.
‘Okay, tonight you’re going to touch yourself.” I walked around to the other end of the bed. Her indrawn breath told me she was still battling her shyness, but tonight, I meant to push her until she learned that it was perfectly okay to touch herself no matter what some prude had taught her. She’d done it that day in the restroom because I’d ordered her to. Now, I wanted her to feel free to want to touch herself without the guilt.
“Raise your knees and spread your legs so I can look at your pussy.” I left her dressed in the short skirt and revealing shirt but removed all my clothing as I reclined on the opposite end of the bed across from her.
Her legs went up and out as her face heated up. I took my leaking cock in hand and stroked once. “Keep your eyes on my hand baby; now reach down and touch your pussy.” Her tongue came out and licked her lips as she watched me stroke my meat.
She was soon fingering her cunt and breathing heavily as she watched me jerk my cock. Pearls of pre-cum gathered at my cockhead and I saw that almost feral look come into her eyes. This was her breaking point, the point at which for the past four days she always faltered.
‘Don’t do it Kitten.’ I thought to myself but it was too late. She flew across the bed and gobbled down my dick, humming and moaning around my cock as she sucked me in deep.
“Off Kitten.” I couldn’t laugh, it would only encourage her, but the way she reacted to my cock was too much. I pulled her head off my dick and she whined. I pointed her back to her side of the bed, slapping her ass as she turned around.
“Close your eyes.” I probably should’ve made her do that in the first place. “Touch your breast while you play with your cunt for me baby.” Her hand came up to fondle her tit while the fingers of the other one played in her pussy.
“I want you to remember that day in the barn with the horses.” She stopped for a second and then carried on. “Can you picture it? Can you remember how you felt?” She nodded her head and her fingers sped up in her cunt.
I jerked my cock harder as I slid over to her so I could whisper in her ear. “Now I want you to imagine me covering you like that, taking you from behind, fucking you deep.”
“Ahhhhh…” She went off like a shot and I wasn’t too far behind. I got to my knees and sprayed my jizz all over her tits, left opened by the shirt, and down to her navel. Even over the fingers that were stuffed in her cunt. She’s going to be the death of me. I was blowing like I’d just ran a marathon.
Pulling her close, I licked her cheek before teasing her lips with my tongue and digging in. Her breathing was just getting back to normal, when I released her lips to start nibbling on her ear.
“You okay?”
“Uhmm; that was intense.”
“I know, let’s go clean up.”
Chapter 19
Even though the sex play was phenomenal, I didn’t want her to think that was all there was to our relationship. There was life outside these four walls, so I chose that weekend to show her part of the city.
Saturday morning, we arose and went through our routine; exercise, breakfast and a shower together. I fingered her to two orgasms while soaping her up, still not letting her get more than a few strokes off my cock before pulling her off.
She stood in the bedroom as I rifled through her clothes for something suitable for her to wear. The weather was changing and it was a little breezier than it had been with the temperature dipping into fall numbers.
I chose a short black leather skirt paired with a black label white button down, and a cashmere sweater to go over it. I hate tights on a woman, but I’d found some crotch-less ones that were perfect for this weather when I’d gone on my shopping spree.