Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
But she doesn’t stop what she’s doing, continuing to just hold my erection steady while she sucks on the extra couple of inches I forced into her mouth.
I can tell—not only by her not following the command as quickly as she had when I told her to drop one hand, but because of the way her breaths through her nose are coming faster and faster—that she’s reaching one of her limits I now know she wants me to help her break. Even though she’s not frozen in fear, she’s stuck in a loop she’s unable to come out of, and it’s my job to save her. Only this time, I won’t be stopping the scene to pull her into my arms and tell her everything is okay.
My hand in her hair, I gently but forcefully tug her off my cock, and demand an answer, “Color?”
“Green, Master,” she pants out, surprising me, and I feel a surge of precum rise to my tip.
I had expected either “yellow” or, most likely, silence—her usual response when she’s under the spell of her fear instincts—so hearing her all-clear response after absolutely no hesitation is a fucking delightful shock to my system, feeding even more life back into my domination.
Plus, the life in her face instead of the blank look she’s held all night, even with her eyes still closed, brings me comfort I didn’t realize I was missing. Now recognizing I need the animation in her expression to safely continue tonight’s scene, I pull her close and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m so damn proud of how well you’ve played your role tonight, little doll. And I don’t want you to stop. Everything you’ve prepared for tonight has been perfect beyond my imagination, and I love you so goddamn much for these gifts you’re giving me.” I feel her shudder, knowing she always loves the feel of my breath as I speak softly, just for her to hear, right next to her skin. Especially when it’s words of praise I’m feeding directly into her brilliant mind. “But in order for me to give you what we both want, I need my new toy to update her system to include lifelike facial expressions so incredible I won’t be able to tell you’re not real. Otherwise, it won’t be safe to continue, because I won’t be able to ‘read your mind,’ as you believe I do. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she replies breathily, and I pull her back enough I can see them when she blinks her eyes open. Not in the slow, eerie way she’s been doing ever since we started playing, but in a very human way that clears her vision and meets my loving gaze.
“There you are.” I smile down at her, her hair still gripped in my fist, not in a painful hold but one of stability and control. Her lips tilt up in the corners to give me a hint of a smile of her own. But I can see she’s still fearful of the order I gave her that she hasn’t followed yet, because she knows now I won’t be letting her off the hook like I always have before. “Now. Be my good little fuck doll, and spit on my cock.”
The red flush that steals up from her naked tits all the way to her pigtails sets off every sadistic pleasure receptor that has laid dormant within me since the day I met this woman.
When she doesn’t make a move yet again, I raise an eyebrow, using a tone with her she’s never heard before.
“Spit on my cock, or I’ll make you gag on it.”
She gasps, blinking rapidly, but when she feels my grip tighten slightly at the back of her head and she can’t get away, it’s like she’s finally able to snap out of freeze and into fight mode. But instead of fighting me, the person inducing the fear response, she fights herself and whatever it is within her that makes her believe she can’t do something, even when she wants so badly to follow my commands.
I watch her jaw move, my heart rate rising and my breaths deepening, as she works to gather her saliva. And then, pulling her eyes away from mine to look down as much as my grip allows, she aims the best she can and forces herself to let the pitiful amount of spit she collected drip from her pretty mouth.
No matter the amount though, my cock jerks, as if reaching out to catch it like an offering, and I feel the warm wetness hit the side of my shaft. I look down just as it drips off, then look back up at my sub.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I growl, just before I yank her to me and kiss her so hard it momentarily hurts. But the pain feels good and eggs me on, and I force her lips open with my tongue, diving inside. “You did it.”