Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
She thought better of putting the red corset away and instead began to undress, hanging her blouse up in the closet and folding her trousers and putting them in her new drawer. She chose a pair of elegant black stockings that Mark had bought for her and sat on the bed to put them on. They were luxurious and topped with a two inch wide band of lace. She slipped her high heels back on and put the corset on, pressing it against her back and fastening the hooks in front. She crossed to the mirror and took her hair down, shaking it out over her shoulders.
The black lace overlay of the corset went well with the black stockings and the overall look was that of a courtesan or an upscale, turn of the century cabaret girl. Abby ran her palms over the front of the bodice. She’d never felt sexier. She turned back to the dresser, searching for the best way to please Mark after he’d been so wonderful today. She made her decision and attached her collar and cuffs.
Halfway down the hall, Abby was grateful that Mark’s bedroom, hallway, and living room were carpeted. Because otherwise her knees would be bruised to hell and back from all the time she spent crawling around. She rounded the corner of the long hallway and tightened her jaw. She had the ball gag secured, hanging loosely around her neck over the collar. In her hand was the small plastic ball with the bell inside. In between her clenched teeth was a black leather riding crop she’d located in the toy drawer. Mark was on the couch, channel surfing, but stopped when he saw her. The look in his eyes had been liquid dark and scorching.
She was slightly disappointed that the only reaction he had was a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. But his eyes darkened, like they always did when he was aroused. She sighed inwardly and wondered what the hell it would take to actually surprise this man. Determinedly, she crawled up to him and stopped. He took the crop out of her mouth.
“Pet?” Mark asked casually.
She looked up at him and considered batting her eyelashes at him but didn’t want to turn the whole thing cheesy. Especially since, truth be told, butterflies were crashing around in her stomach in anticipation and anxiousness. “Sir. Please, whip my pussy.”
He reached down, took hold of one of the rings in her collar and pulled her up to her knees. He kissed her fiercely, tongue taking possession of her mouth. “Of course, pet. You know I love pleasing you.”
He turned off the television and tossed the remote onto the couch. He affixed her gag properly and then directed her to lean over the coffee table so her ass was exposed. She hadn’t put on panties in order to accommodate her request. Her request. She’d asked him to whip her most sensitive parts and she hoped to God he was telling the truth about her loving it because she was more than a little nervous.
The whip ended up on the couch alongside the remote, and Mark got to his own knees beside her. He tilted her head, so her cheek was resting on the cool, smooth wooden surface of the table and she was facing him. The ball was in her left hand. She clutched it tightly. He began by rubbing her ass with his hand, massaging it. She closed her eyes as some of her trepidation melted away.
He started with light slaps with his bare hand and as they increased in power, he rubbed her warming skin between each blow. Abby loved this part. Ever since that first spanking with the belt in her mouth, she’d come to love the sharp sting of his hand and then the spreading warmth that came right after. He paused and rubbed his hand between the dampening folds of her pussy.
“Don’t come, pet,” he ordered. “I know you like your spankings, but if you come, we can’t have some real fun.” Abby bit down on the ball gag and tried to keep from humping his hand. He tapped her inner thigh. “Time to turn over.”
He helped her lie down on the table, ass as the edge, feet spread wide and resting on the floor. He massaged her lower belly and moved down to her thighs, purposely skipping her pussy. She whimpered in frustration. “I know, pet, I know,” he said gently. “Just hang on. For me.” He tapped her cunt lightly and she jerked. “Hold still,” he said firmly. “I can strap you to the table if I have to, but I’d rather you do as you’re told.”
The slaps were lighter than they had been on her ass, but they send ringing vibrations straight to her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply. He inserted one finger into her pussy and she reflexively clamped down on it.