Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
As his hands hovered close to my mouth with the gag, I closed my lips and turned my head to the side. Strong fingers wrapped around my jaw, causing the edges of my teeth to press into the soft skin inside my cheeks.
Against my will, my mouth opened.
He slipped the fabric between my lips and lifted my head to tie it securely. It was tight enough to prevent me from talking, but not so tight that it cut into the corners of my mouth.
My tongue ran along the dry fabric as I still tried to talk, but all that came out were muffled, unintelligible sounds.
He stroked my cheek with the backs of his knuckles before he trailed his fingers down my neck and along my collarbone where they dipped along the scooped neck of my shift dress. With both his hands, he gripped the neckline.
I shook my head and tried to plead with him through the gag.
It was no use.
The harsh sound of silk tearing as he tore the dress in half rent the air over the crackling of the nearby fire. The silk floated to rest on either side of my torso, exposing my breasts and pussy to his gaze.
He winked. “Much better.”
Rising off the ottoman, he crossed the room and returned with a black duffel bag. Unzipping the top, he pulled out a riding crop. This one differed from the one on the boat. The leather keeper was large and triangular, with two shiny metal circles in the center.
He locked eyes with me as he pressed the leather keeper against the pulse at the base of my throat. “This game is called stable master, and you’re my defiant little
pony who needs to be broken in.”
My hips bucked as I pulled on my restraints.
He ran the riding crop down between my breasts and over my stomach. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You’re being a very bad pony,” he warned. “You better calm down and behave.”
I cursed at him through my gag. “Uuph modder ffffter.”
The tip of the riding crop stopped between my thighs and over my pussy.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A green light lit up on the handle of the riding crop at the press of his thumb against a small button.
I cried out as a pulse of electricity buzzed my pussy. It didn’t hurt me as much as it shocked me, literally. My thighs quivered and strained against my binds in my effort to close my legs.
Matteo moved the riding crop back over my stomach to caress the lower curve of my right breast.
I shook my head violently from side to side, my eyes pleading with him.
“I’m sorry, babygirl. Whether or not you realize it, you need this.”
He slapped my nipple with the riding crop, sending a sharp, intense pain radiating over my breast. His arm rose again. My muffled cry mingled with the snap of the leather against my left nipple.
“Just like a wild pony. You are acting out.”
Just as the pain ebbed, he slapped my right nipple again.
I twisted my torso in an effort to turn onto my side to shield my left breast, but the binds around my wrists were too tight. He flicked my left nipple with as much force as before.
When I looked down, both nipples were bright pink, fully erect and swollen, as hot pain sparked over the sensitive flesh.
“And just like a wild pony, you need a firm hand.”
The riding crop tongue circled my right aerole several times before he laid it over my nipple—and pressed the button.
My hips rose again as the shock hit me, sending pulsating waves through my breast. It was like an intense static shock. Again, it didn’t hurt as much as it made my heart race and all the nerves along my skin stand on edge.
His cock lengthened down the inside of his thigh, a thick bulge pressed against the soft fabric of his pants. “You need to understand that I’m now your master, and I will not tolerate your obstinate behavior and willful disobedience.”
My stomach clenched as the leather slid over it, then down the top of my thigh.
He circled around the ottoman until his spread legs straddled my head. Peering down at me, he shifted the leather keeper to my inside thigh.
I moaned as I once more tried to close my legs and attempt to talk around my gag.
Using his free hand, he caressed my lower lip. “Next time, I’ll gag you with a metal bit between these full lips.” His hand moved to cup my breast. “And perhaps a tight leather corset to make it feel like you’re wearing a saddle. Would you like that, baby?”
He leaned over me and pressed the keeper along my exposed skin. “And a nice silver plug with a pretty pink horse's tail.”
The idea of me wearing a leather corset with a horsetail plug shoved up my ass while he guided a bit between my teeth should have had my mind screaming with fear and shock.