Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“You do want me, don’t you? You’re scared, though. You know I can do whatever I want to you, but you’re hard for me anyway.”
I gave a shaky nod.
He gripped the waist of my pajama pants and pushed them down, freeing my cock. Then he moved to the end of the bed, grasped the bottoms of my pants and pulled them all the way off, leaving me naked and tied to his bed. He was still angry, and I knew he could do whatever he wanted. I tensed in anticipation.
He shocked the hell out of me by sitting down next to me, leaning over, and swiping his tongue up the length of my cock, then taking it into his mouth, sucking me in deep. I whimpered and arched my hips, unable to stop myself from pushing deeper.
He pulled back, and my cock fell from his mouth. He spit on it, getting it even wetter before wrapping his hand around it and jerking me with rough strokes.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” he said.
“But… you…” He rubbed his thumb over my cockhead, and I arched up, pushing into the circle of his hand. I was already hard and needy, and he was so fucking sexy, so demanding. I’d thought he was going to kill me, and now he was—
“Don’t you dare come,” he ordered.
“But I… You can’t…”
“I can do anything I want. I own you.”
“No!” I twisted, trying to free myself from the belt. He used a hand on my hip to pin me to the bed. How was he so damn strong?
“You’ll do exactly what I say. You disobeyed me, and you deserve this and more.”
“I’m sorry.”
His only response was to move his hand faster and tighten his grip. It hurt, but it also felt incredible. There was no way I was going to stop myself from coming if he did this much longer.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded frantically. “Please. Please don’t.”
He ignored me, not stopping until I was right at the edge, certain I couldn’t hold back. When he finally let go, I stared up at him, trying to drag in enough air to stay conscious.
Without saying anything, he stripped quickly, then straddled me, facing my feet and adjusting himself until the tip of his cock brushed my lips. He took it in his hand and teased me, smearing precum across my mouth. “I’m going to fuck your throat and you’re going to make it good for me.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
He stroked my cheek. “You’re taking this so well.”
My eyes stung. I was such a confused jumble of emotions.
“Open up,” he demanded. I did, and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I could do it. I could please him with my mouth. I knew I could, but he went too fast.
I gagged around him and struggled for air, but he kept going, working his hips up and down and pushing in deep as he fucked my mouth mercilessly. I wished my hands were free so I could hold onto his thighs. Those straining muscles would feel so good beneath my hands.
He pulled all the way out, and I sucked in as much air as I could, expecting him to thrust back in and block my throat. Instead, he reached for his cock and pulled it up out of the way. “Eat my ass.”
I’d never done that before, but I didn’t hesitate. I swiped my tongue over his hole, wetting him thoroughly, then I pushed into him. He tasted clean and earthy, and I loved the feel of his ass squeezing my tongue. He groaned, and the rough sound made me feel empowered despite my position under him. I kept going, tongue-fucking him until he pulled away.
“Open wide.” I barely had time to obey before he drove into my mouth, going all the way in one rough stroke. I choked around him, desperate for air, and struggled to free myself.
When he pulled back, he teased my lips with the tip of his cock. “It’s okay, cher. I have every intention of keeping you alive. I’ll let you breathe when you need to.”
Before I could respond, he lowered his hips, and I swallowed his cock again. He didn’t go so deep this time. As I sucked him, he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. In no time, I was right on the edge again, ready to spurt my load down his throat. How good would that be? I sucked him more enthusiastically, praying he would keep going.
He lifted off me long enough to remind me not to come unless he told me to.
I wasn’t sure I could survive it. He fucked my mouth with deep, fast strokes, and I had to concentrate to breathe. I couldn’t stop myself from fighting against the belt that held my wrists and arching my hips to try to drive myself deeper into his mouth. He held me down, refusing to give me anything more, refusing to let me come. When he’d said he would punish me, I’d never imagined this combination of incredible pleasure and painful denial. My cock ached, and I thought I might lose my mind if I didn’t find relief.