Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
He stopped a couple of steps away from me, and I crawled closer, my eyes never leaving his as he reached out for me. I placed the leash on his extended palm with my mouth.
There was something going through my body, an electric current that threatened to swallow me whole. I wanted this. I needed it. And I was determined that night; I would finally make Thorn let go and fuck me like he needed to.
He tugged on the leash when my eyes drifted, and I looked back at him, my eyes full of yearning.
“Stand,” he grunted, and I got up, keeping my gaze on him. “Walk,” he said next.
I turned around, but his hand quickly met my cheek,
“Walk backward. Eyes on me.”
I obeyed, walking back into the room of toys, some of which I knew well, others I’d never tried before. He didn’t stop until my ass bumped into something I knew. Something I remembered. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them back up a second later with fat tears welling in the corners.
“Not the bench,” I begged him in a shaky voice.
“Get on it,” he taunted me, his voice menacing. “Let me strap you into place.”
Of course he would fucking choose the item I’d lost my virginity on. After all, we had to come full circle to please his idea of me. I would submit to him in the very spot where he’d made me a woman.
I climbed on the bench while he held my leash.
“Not on your tummy,” he finally muttered, and my blood pumped faster through my veins. “On your back.”
I lay on my back, and he attached the leash to an O-ring on the bench then moved to strap in my ankles and my wrists. Once he was done, I was a shaking mess, and my eyes were closed tightly. The position I was in was uncomfortable, but he adjusted the bench so it would feel better. Then he started taking his clothes off.
My eyes were glued to him as he got naked. His cock was hard and bulging as he held it in his hand, showing me how engorged he was, slowly stroking his fingers over his length and driving me wild.
“I won’t stop until you’re begging,” he told me harshly, and I moaned in my restraints as he worked his cock, precum dripping off the tip and onto the floor.
“What should I be begging for?” I managed to get out, my voice raspy from not speaking.
“I’m sure you can figure it out, Rose,” Thorn smirked at me. “And address me fucking properly. This is the last time I’m telling you.”
“Master,” I whispered.
He took a step closer, and my arms struggled against the restraints as I tried to reach for him. He laughed at my misfortune, still stroking as he stood above me, grinning into my face and then spitting on me. He hit my pussy, and I moaned out loud when his spit ran down between my legs.
“What do you want?” he asked darkly, and I moaned in protest as he stood to watch, his cock throbbing between his fingers. “Tell me, Rose. Tell Master what you want.”
“I want to come,” I whispered, and he laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all day.
“You want to come,” he repeated. “I thought I’d taught you better than that. Remind me who is the online one that matters in the playroom?”
“M-Master,” I said. “You.”
“That’s right,” he said in his deliciously dark voice. “Me… and my fucking pleasure. Have I not been kind to you, little Rose?”
I nodded, but he grabbed my cheeks between his thumb and other four fingers to make me look at him.
“Say it,” he growled, his free hand still working his cock. “Tell me I’ve been good to my slave.”
“Good,” I squealed. “So good, Master, so very good…”
“I’ve made sure you came when you wanted to,” he said sweetly, fingers stroking my cheek. “I’ve given you countless orgasms… Immeasurable pleasure. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes,” I whispered as his fingers dropped down my neck, over my collarbone then to my tits. My nipples were so hard they could have cut glass, and his expression was thunderous as he looked down at me, waiting for me to elaborate.
“You’ve given me e-everything,” I stuttered, and he smiled at me mercifully, stroking a hand through my hair. “Everything I ever dreamed of.”
“Would you like to have more?” he finally asked, his voice gentle and kind when we both knew it was just an illusion. “Would my slut like to have more pain… and pleasure… and beautiful torture combined?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, Master.”
“Please, what?”
His fingers were gentle against my lips, tapping against my skin, turning me this way and that way and examining what he already knew was his property.
“Please give me pleasure,” I begged. “Please, give me pain…”