Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Anything I want, babe. Up on the table, lie on your back and spread those knees.”
This isn’t even my kink, but I’ve seen enough scenes to know how this can go down. I also know it’s something that’s just beyond her comfort zone enough it very well may pull that safeword I want out of her.
She climbs gingerly on the table, trying not to make the chain swing, but when she’s on her hands and knees, I snap my fingers. She freezes.
“Sir?”
“Keep position, Chandra,” I instruct, giving her ass a good crack as a good reminder. I reach for an unopened bottle of lube, and coat the plug. I never thought this was something that would appeal to me and chose it specifically to push her beyond her comfort zone, but when she presents her ass to me, my dick swells. I lick my dry lips and swallow as I approach her.
“Chest down, baby,” I instruct with a hand on the small of her back. She obeys, hissing when the clamps come in contact with the paper-covered surface of the table. When I circle her tight bud with the lubed tip of the plug, her chest flies off the table, but I remind her to obey with a stinging smack to her ass. She falls back to the table and whimpers.
“Relax,” I instruct. “I chose the smallest one we have, and you can handle this.”
I insert the very tip, gently at first, then with more power. I’ve done this enough times I know how to ease it in. She should be good and uncomfortable now. When the plug is fully inserted, I take a moment to admire the way the beautiful jeweled top looks against her dark, soft skin. I’ve stripped her, spanked her, clamped and plugged her. She’s either way out of her comfort zone, nervous with anticipation, or ready to fly. Maybe all of the above.
“Now on your back,” I tell her. “Be careful.”
Gingerly, her ass tight with the plug and her nipples taut with the clamps, she gets on her back obediently.
I want her to safeword, but I can’t help wanting to reward her for this.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her. Reaching down, I brush the now-damp hair off her forehead and kiss her temple. “I’m taking the clamps off during this scene. Stay still while I do.”
Removing the clamps is when the real fun begins.
She trembles, and it pulls at my heart a little, but she needs this from me. When I remove the first clamp, her mouth parts and her eyes go half-lidded with the rush of blood that returns to her abused nipple. I bring my mouth to the punished peak and gently take it between my lips, suckling and licking as the blood flows back.
“Ahhh,” she says in a strangled cry. I take her mind off her nipples by gliding a hand between her thighs and stroking her soaked folds.
Releasing one nipple, I remove the second clamp. This time she whimpers but holds position. I give that nipple the same treatment, until her breasts are pink and full, and her lower body trembles with want.
“Taking good mental notes, I hope,” I quip.
“So damn good,” she groans. Then her eyes flash. “I can take better notes if you make me come.” I slap her thigh, hard.
“When I’m good and ready,” I tell her. “You need to remember your place, Chandra. I have some questions for you. Do you ever dabble online? Online kink forums or groups?” I know Marla does, and I wonder if Chandra does, too.
She frowns at me. Good. Now we’re finally getting somewhere. “That isn’t your business,” she says.
Instinctively, I pinch her inner thigh, and she lets out a little scream. “Axle!”
I pinch her again. “That’s sir.”
“Sir!”
“Yes?”
No damn safeword.
She just glares at me.
“Don’t give me that look. I asked you a question. Now unless you want a spanking across that pussy of yours, you’ll answer me.”
Blinking furiously, her eyes dark and stormy, full lips pulled down in a glare, she grates out, “Why do I need to answer you?’
I’m a man of my word. She’ll learn that.
I lift my hand and bring it down on her shaved pussy firmly, not enough to injure, but hard enough she’ll remember this. She flinches, but she still doesn’t fucking safeword, just whimpers a little, and now a sheen of arousal gleams on her inner thighs. I’m pushing her hard, and she fucking loves it.
“Do you or do you not give your real name online?” I ask.
She clenches her jaw and her eyes shine bright with tears, while at the same time her legs tremble. “Yes,” she finally says.
I spread her legs and take my place between them. “Don’t ever do that again,” I tell her. “You ever give your real name to an online dom and I’ll take my belt to your ass. There are too many people who’d revel in hurting someone like you.” Beautiful. Trusting. Naive. “Understood?”