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)
Once more, I get into the rhythm, my toy discovering that when she turns her hands inward, she can grasp the strap clipped to her wrist cuffs, and she can use it to pull her body up and release to fuck herself on my fingers on the intake. I allow it, since she hasn’t been told to hold still and it doesn’t disrupt what I’m doing to her. Plus, it’s arousing as hell, watching my desperate girl try to find relief in any way she can.
She’s never been edged like this before. I normally try to get her off as many times as physically possible, never denying her orgasms, since collecting hers gives me a sense of pride. But this?
This could be my new favorite pastime.
It’s brought out a whole new side of her neither of us thought we’d ever meet.
Too needy to be embarrassed.
Too deliriously aroused to be self-conscious.
Too fraught with desire to worry about anything other than chasing a more intense pleasure.
She’s so beautiful in this state that I now can’t choose which turns me on more—my doll who flushes and cringes, or this uninhibited one.
Thankfully, I don’t have to decide between one or the other.
Because this beautiful creature is all mine.
Watching her face, and just like before, I give her no warning the next time I enter her pussy, this time adding my pinky. But it’s not the small addition of my little finger that makes her suck in a gasp of shock and then whine at the intrusion. It’s the depth, which causes the knuckles along the top of my palm to slide in too.
Her eyes widen at the vulgarity of the scene between her legs, and she begins shaking her head and wiggling to dislodge my hand or get away. In a soft tone, I doubt she even realizes it when she starts to beg quickly, “No, no, no, no, no…,” even as her pussy clenches around me with her movement. “Nonononononono…” her mouth is saying, but that’s not the magic word to get me to stop, and her body is demanding me to do anything but quit when she starts to grind.
And then her head falls back to the padded table, pressing into it until her back arches, forcing her hips into an angle the gives her even more of my hand.
“Fuck yeah, my needy girl. Taking it all like a good little slut doll. Look at how much those pretty pussy lips stretch. And I can feel your cunt sucking on my fingers. Are you trying to pull even more inside?” I prompt, but she’s back to the gloriously mindless state from earlier when I was feeding her mouth my cock, so I give her what her body is begging for.
I start to pump all four fingers in and out of her, gentle but faster, then use the thumb of my other hand to start rubbing her clit in incessant circles that makes the muscles of her inner thighs start to shake. That hand serves another purpose as well, holding her still as I press her to the table. As I speed up, any movement on her part could end up with me going in at an angle that would hurt, and the last thing I want to do in this moment is bring her out of this level of bliss I don’t believe she’s ever reached before.
Her mouth is open in the silent O once again as she holds her breath, seems to recognize she’s doing it, so she releases the oxygen from her lungs quickly before sucking in more to hold… over and over, until…
“Master…?” Her voice is music. A cross between confusion, not understanding the new intensity of sensations, and a plea—for more, for permission, for everything I’ll allow her to feel.
“Yes, pretty toy. You can come. Give it to your user, the one who owns you,” I growl, my left hand pressing her steady, my thumb making constant circles on her clit, and my entire right hand sans my thumb disappearing over and over into her little pussy as I watch with rapt attention.
Her labia are stretched obscenely. Her entire center from mound to tailbone and hip to hip is drenched in lube and her own juices, shiny and downright delicious-looking beneath the playroom lights. And when she screams just as I feel her walls start to milk my hand, I tilt it at an angle while I keep pistoning, my fingertips pressing up toward her stomach and my knuckles to her perineum. And like I know will happen but she’s never experienced, a geyser of her wetness shoots out of her pussy and splashes up my whole arm and across my abs.
“Fuck yeah!” I whisper to myself, feeling like the king of the fucking world, my queen blessing me with her own holy water.