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)
He withdrew his cock which was covered in her saliva. It ran from her mouth in long strings and through her tears she knew she looked like a mess. He unclipped her cuffs and cradled her in his arms. He stood up and carried her to the bed, sitting on the edge, with her in his lap.
“I’m okay,” she told him, breath hitching. “I’m okay.”
He hugged her tightly. “We haven’t worked on that yet, the deep throating. It’s something I’ll require eventually, but I jumped the gun with it today.”
Abby took a deep, shuddering breath. “So, was that it? Was that...what you wanted?”
“No, pet. That was just the first part. This session will take all day, though that was one of the hardest parts. And you made it through. I’m so happy with you, pet. You made me really proud, taking it like that.”
“Really?”
“Mmm hmm. And your reward is relaxing on the couch while I make pancakes.”
Abby sat, cuddled in the white fluffy bathrobe and devoured Mark’s pancakes as he waited on her. He refilled her juice and made fresh, hot cakes, putting a new one down in front of her as she finished up the last. “Are all the rewards as good as these pancakes?”
He smiled. “Yep. I made the dark chocolate cake, too.”
“Oh, you really want me to be your love slave.”
He kissed her on the side of the head. “All day long, pet.” He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear. “The next part will be easy for you.”
She smiled and took another bite of pancake.
After breakfast she rested on the couch watching an old movie while Mark did the dishes. She dozed and he woke her gently by kissing her. “Time for round two, pet,” he whispered.
He led her into the bedroom and attached her ankle cuffs. He restrained her to the bed and brought out her ball gag. “This is just for you,” he told her while fastening it. “Because I know you like it.”
Abby lay naked, spread eagled on the bed while Mark lapped generously at her pussy. When he deemed her wet enough, he took hold of her hips and slammed into her forcefully. Abby grabbed the chains and held on. Mark’s cock, as before, was punishing, but true to his word, she liked it this time.
He pulled out all the way each time, the ridged head of his shaft grazing her clit and then pounded back in. She came long before he did. He collapsed on top of her, cock stuffing her, and reached over to open the nightstand drawer. He drew out two silver balls attached together by a black cord.
Abby made a noise behind the gag.
He smiled down at her. “These are to keep my cum inside you, pet.” He pushed one in with his thumb, then the other. They weren’t huge, about as big around as the glass butt plug he’d given her. He unbuckled the gag.
“Um, how long do they-”
“Until I take them out for you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Abby got up and took a few steps. The balls bumped up against each other inside her as she walked. She froze and looked at Mark. He grinned at her. “That’s another part that you’ll really like,” he told her.
Abby tried hard most of the afternoon to ignore the riot her body was staging at her expense. After she fetched Mark his shirt, then his socks, and a bag of pretzels, she slammed the beer he’d ordered down on the coffee table.
“Is this part of your fantasy?” she demanded, glaring at him. “Me as your waitress slash valet?”
“Honestly? No. But, pet, I see how you are when those balls move around inside you and I was inspired to improvise.”
Abby walked over to the couch, tossed the bag of pretzels aside and straddled him. She pushed him back against the couch and gave him a death stare. “Make me come. Now.”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Sir. Make me come, now, Sir.”
He took hold of her hips and pulled her down onto his crotch. “Make yourself come, pet.”
He let go and spread his arms out across the back of the couch, refusing to touch her.
Abby, undaunted, placed her hands on his shoulders and began rocking her hips over him, rubbing her slit along the fly of his jeans. The harder she rocked, the more the balls clacked together inside her.
“What if I made you put these inside you before you go to work?” he whispered.
Abby didn’t pause. “Then I’d put them in, Sir. And I’d think of you every time I moved.” She leaned down and bit his lower lip gently.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “Send you to work, full of my cum, with those balls holding it in you. Fuck yourself on my lap, pet. Fuck yourself with your cunt full of my cum.”