Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“I’m going to cum in your fucking ass,” he growls.
“I want it,” I gasp, digging my heels into his back and pushing into him as much as I can in my position.
He thrusts into me hard, making the bindings clatter and shake with the force of his thrust. I grip my legs around him, pussy clenching around his fingers as his cock stretches my tight ring. He increases his pace until it’s punishing. Each thrust sends me bouncing backwards, only to slide back into his relentlessly pumping cock and fingers. My world is a blur of sensation and bliss. My mouth is opened in a permanent, silent gasp. The pleasure is too intense to even moan, all I can do is hold on tight and ride the wave.
It’s not long before I can’t hold back my climax anymore. It pours out of me with the force of an explosion. I let my head fall back, neck bent and exposed as I gasp in shallow breath after shallow breath. Ecstasy tears through me with blinding force, washing away all my doubt and worries.
Logan breathes out hard and pulls back, stroking himself as he sprays ropes of hot cum across my thighs, my mound, and my stomach. Just the contact of his cum with my skin sends my orgasm into overdrive, and I have to grip the ropes holding me to the ceiling for support while my body shakes and quivers.
“Oh my God,” I gasp finally.
Logan smirks, blowing out a puff of air that knocks a loose strand of his hair out of his face. “You were amazing,” he says, reaching to undo the straps holding my legs. He eases me down carefully once my legs are free. Once he frees my arms, I feel suddenly unsure of what he expects. I’m standing naked beside him, body still covered in his cum.
He answers my question by picking me up as if I weighed nothing and carrying me to his bedroom. I’m grateful too, because I don’t know if I could walk after being fucked like that. He helps me into the shower. He presses a button on the wall outside the huge shower and jets of steaming water pour from four showerheads. I feel a slight pain in my ass, but it’s mild. I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy it for the next few days because it will be a reminder of how my dom enjoyed and used me.
“Nice shower,” I say to fill the silence that has stretched between us.
He smirks, taking my hand and helping me to step in. He moves me until I stand in the center of the four streams of water. It feels amazing. Hot water patters against me from every direction, and the rising steam bathes me in a purifying mist. Through the cloud of white vapor, I can see Logan’s dark outline and the hint of how hungrily he watches me. It makes me feel good to be desired so powerfully. I don’t feel any of my normal insecurities about how the gap between my thighs isn’t big enough, or the patch of skin that shows cellulite in the wrong light that marks my legs. None of my normal shortcomings seem important when I’m with Logan. It’s as if noticing such small imperfections is beneath him. He seems to crave me just as I am, and that knowledge is incredibly empowering.
I just wonder if he’ll feel the same way outside the bedroom. Or outside the playroom, I guess I should say.
Logan moves behind me and gently tilts my head back so my hair gets caught in one of the streams of water. He runs his hand across my scalp, working the water deep into my hair. He grabs a bottle from a marble shelf and flicks the cap up with one hand, squeezing some of the gel out and rubbing it into my hair. The shampoo froths in my hair quickly and an amazing scent fills the shower. I lose myself in the way his strong fingers feel threading through my hair, pulling the shampoo through every last strand carefully. When I sneak a look at his face, he looks absolutely absorbed in his task, as if he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
I smile, biting my lip. “Mmmm. That feels so good.”
He chuckles deeply, tilting my head back again to rinse the shampoo from my hair. He grabs conditioner next and works it into my hair. I’m surprised when the conditioner makes my scalp sting slightly, almost as if there was alcohol in it. It’s not a bad feeling though, and the initial burn is quickly replaced by an icy coldness, making me feel like my hair is more clean than it has ever been. When he washes the conditioner free, the intensity of the cold dulls until it’s just a pleasant tingle across my scalp.