Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
To her relief, he let go of her hair with a contented sigh. Though the angle was difficult and not what she was used to, she licked and caressed him with all her skill and devotion. Soon he was moaning. His balls tightened in her cupped hand and she gently squeezed them as her tongue traced the vein along his cock.
Mark groaned, thrusting against her. As he came, he pulled back so the bitter jism gushed into her mouth, coating her tongue. Squeezing her eyes closed, she swallowed quickly, trying not to gag.
Mark pulled out and looked down with a judge’s grim expression. “Better. But far from perfect. I know you’re not used to doing it from this angle, but that’s no excuse. What really pisses me off is that face you made, like you were eating shit. What the fuck was that about?”
“But, Sir. That’s not fair. I…” Her words shriveled in her throat at his glare.
“No excuses, Alana. You fucked up. That’s all there is to it. Now you’ll pay the price.”
She couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped at these words, as she realized she would not be eating lunch, either.
He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a roll of duct tape. “Not only did you make that awful face, you spoke without permission. This will help you remember to keep your mouth shut.”
He hauled her to her feet and tore off a piece of the tape with his teeth. He pressed it firmly across her mouth.
“You look hot,” he observed. He peeled off another piece and pressed it across one nipple. Then the other was covered, and he stood back to admire the effect. “Nice,” he said with a mean smile. Then he tilted his head and asked, “Do you need to pee, darling?”
Alana nodded her head, surprised to realize she did, given that she’d had nothing to drink since the night before.
“Well, isn’t that just a shame?” he said, his eyes glinting evilly. “Because you can’t. That will be part of your punishment. But just to make sure—” He paused to rip off another, longer piece of tape with his teeth.
“Spread your legs,” he barked.
Reluctantly, Alana did as she was told.
Mark pressed the duct tape between her legs, carefully avoiding the piercing that contained her jewelry. “There,” he said, tossing the roll of tape onto the bed. “Now you can come watch me eat lunch.”
Alana had difficulty walking with the tape sticking to her pussy lips. Fortunately, Mark allowed her to go slowly as he led her into the kitchen. Again, she was forced to lie on her stomach under the table.
Miserably, she cradled her head in her arms. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks as she lay, bladder full and stomach empty, while her cruel Master ate his sandwich, crunched on potato chips and slurped his drink.
When he was done, he helped her from beneath the table and had her stand in front of him. Gently, he wiped away her tears with his thumb. “My poor baby,” he crooned. “I wish you would learn more quickly how to be a proper slut. Then I wouldn’t have to do all these things to you. You do understand that, don’t you, darling? That this is all your doing? If you took my come like you should, I wouldn’t have to starve you, and tape your pretty cunt, now would I?”
His tone was solicitous, but she knew he didn’t mean a word of it. No matter what she had done or how she had behaved, he would always find a way to punish her. “But you don’t answer my direct question. Where are your manners, cunt girl?” He laughed. “Oh wait, you can’t answer, can you? Not with that duct tape sealing your luscious mouth. Let me just take that off.”
He gripped one edge of the tape and yanked it quickly away.
Alana’s hands flew reflexively to her face. It stung but she barely noticed, so relieved to have the sticky, confining material off her mouth.
But the nipples were another story.
“Put your hands behind your back, gripping the elbows.”
Reluctantly, Alana did as he commanded.
Cupping a breast in one hand, he peeled back a corner of the tape. In one quick movement, he pulled it free from her skin. Alana gasped at the sudden pain, but at least it was over. The second nipple was worse, because she knew what to expect. As the tape was ripped from her flesh she cried out in pain, digging her fingers into her arms to keep her position. She longed to cover her sore nipples with her hands, but she didn’t dare take them from behind her back.
“Very good, slave. You handled that well. Now for the final piece.”
“Oh, please be careful!”
She hadn’t meant to speak. It just slipped out. She knew that piece of duct tape would hurt far worse than the others when he tore it from her delicate skin. She began to tremble, though she managed to stay in position.