Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Laughing, he grabbed her arms and extended them over her head against the grass. As she cried out and squirmed beneath him, he spit on his cock and shoved it into her with a satisfied grunt.
Becoming annoyed with her continued squealing, he clamped a hard hand over her mouth as he thrust into her. “That’s what you get, Miss Uppity Bitch,” he panted. “This’ll teach you not to look down on others.” He thrust hard. “Take that.” He thrust again, slamming himself deep inside her. “And that.”
He wanted to make it last, but it felt too fucking good. With a groan, he shot his load deep in Jane’s tight little cunt. Then he collapsed against her, his heart booming. He lay atop her a while as he caught his breath. She was as still as a captured mouse beneath him.
When he finally rolled away, he remembered the rest of his promised threat to the haughty woman of the house. He’d just made it up on the fly, but it did sound like fun. Getting onto his knees, he swiveled away from Jane and twisted back as he spread his ass cheeks.
“Go on, cunt. Now you get to thank me for giving you proper dick. Lick my asshole, bitch. Do it like it like you mean it, or I’ll give you over to the rest of the boys.”
Jane, face red and tear-streaked, stared at him for several seconds. He glared back to let her know he meant business.
With a sigh that would have garnered her another slap in the face by Brenda, Jane got to her own knees and crawled toward Robert. He leaned back toward her, spreading his cheeks wider.
He felt the lightest touch of her wet little tongue at his puckered hole. “Yeah, baby,” he encouraged. “Just like that. Lick it good.”
She drew a circle with her tongue, her touch light as a butterfly.
“Come on, babe,” he urged, reaching back to grab the back of her head. Mashing her face between his butt cheeks, he ordered, “Stick your tongue in my hole, cunt. Rim me like you mean it.”
He sighed with pleasure as her wet little tongue snaked into his asshole. His cock tingled, blood engorging it despite his very recent orgasm. The girl licked him like her life depended on it.
Too bad they couldn’t keep her forever.
Chapter 10
That evening, Robert reclined in the living room watching an action flick on their new Samsung ninety-eight-inch QLED TV. After the exciting play that morning, he’d taken a nice long nap with Jane curled into his arms in the hammock. She was such a tiny thing, so different from curvy, womanly Brenda, but surprisingly feminine nonetheless. He’d enjoyed taking care of her during Brenda’s absence. He’d had her kneel on the floor beside him during dinner so he could feed her. He liked the way she waited, eager as a baby bird, for every morsel he placed on her tongue.
He had to admit, while he loved Brenda, she could be a lot to handle. He treasured the rare times when she was away, especially when they had a toy in the basement. For that brief time, there was no one to contradict or overrule him. He could do whatever he wanted without having to consult or defer. He was truly king of the castle and it felt good.
But then Brenda, with that gorgeous mane of red hair, flashing green eyes and a body that made every other guy in whatever room they were in drool, came swooping back into his life, and he was always glad of her return. No question about it, she was the one for him.
As if his thinking about her summoned her, he heard the garage door opening and a moment later the slam of the back door. A moment later Brenda came breezing into the room. She held up a shopping bag with the logo of their favorite kinky sex shop printed in bold red on its side. “Look where I went while I was out.”
Robert had been prepared for her to grill him about how he’d spent his day with the slave while she was out. He’d had his lies all prepared, but he forgot them now in his instant excitement.
“What? Show me, show me.”
She came over to the sofa and sat beside him, handing him the bag.
Nestled in red tissue paper was a package that read Electrosex Torpedo Plugs for the Naughty Love Slave in Your Life.
“This looks awesome,” Robert said, his mind already racing with the possibilities.
“I went in the back, of course, where they keep the special stuff. The sales guy said these are top of the line for the serious sadist. They’re too intense for the mainstream crowd, but the owner gets them special from Germany. The power unit has extra juice to deliver a nasty electric shock.”