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 spread her legs, placed his thumbs on her labia and pulled them open. Abby gasped.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” he told her. “All pink and red.” He blew on it gently and she whimpered. “You need to get a checkup, Abby, so I can taste it.”
Her stomach muscles clenched, contracting her vagina. He chuckled. “So, you like your pussy eaten.”
Abby frowned. Actually... “Not that much,” she told him.
“Why not?”
“Um.” Abby squirmed in the chains. The truth was neither of her exes really cared that much. If they bothered to do it, it didn’t last long. She was brought out of her thoughts when he nipped the inside of her thigh. She yelped.
“Answer me.”
“It’s- it’s just not that great. Guys don’t care about that kind of stuff.”
He looked up at her face and raised an eyebrow. “Am I like any guy you know?”
She thought for a moment. “No.”
He opened her wide again, examining her. Abby felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Normally sex happened with the lights off.
“I love seeing you opened for me to use,” he told her.
Abby wondered at that. Did she want to be used? Normally a declaration like that would make her think of cold, impersonal sex with no climax for herself. But he’d said he’d used her that first night. And while it may have been unlike anything she’d done before, it was far from cold or impersonal. And she had come twice. She decided that, for Mark, using her had a far, far different connotation. Oh, yes, she wanted to be used again.
Mark ran his fingers through the tuft of hair at the top and moved further down. “Do you shave or wax?” he asked, tracing his fingers along the bare lips. Abby never got a landing strip. She thought they looked weird. She just asked that they leave that part alone. He moved his fingers up again, felt for her hood and rubbed it.
Abby blew out a harsh breath. God, this was so weird. She was turned on, but being asked personal questions she didn’t want to answer. It was an odd experience. “Wax. I get a wax every few weeks.”
His fingers slipped down lower and parted her cheeks. Her hips shot up off the bed and she tried to twist away. “Don’t do that!”
Mark laid one arm across her belly and flattened her to the mattress. “I’ll look at any part of you I want to, Abby. There’s nothing you can do. Have you been taken anally?”
“What?” Oh, God, she thought. Was he planning to-
“Has a man had your ass? Did it hurt? Was he not gentle or didn’t prepare you properly?”
Prepare properly? How could you prepare for something like that? “No. No, I’ve never done that. That’s- I don’t do that. I won’t do that.” Well, that seemed like a stupid thing to say since she was chained to his bed and really had no ability to stop that from happening. God, what had she gotten herself into.
“We won’t tonight,” he assured her.
She sighed with relief.
“That kind of thing takes time for virgins. Especially for a man as large as me. But I am going to look at it, Abby. So you have three choices. You can pull your knees up and spread your legs for inspection. Or I can spank you. And then you can pull your knees up and spread your legs for inspection.”
Abby licked her lips. “What- what’s the third choice?”
“You say your safeword, get dressed, and go home.”
Abby’s stomach twisted. It was over? Just like that? “But- you said I could have limits.”
“And you do. Hard and soft. Your hard limit is anal sex. You don’t want it and we won’t be doing it tonight. But there’s no harm in looking, Abby. It won’t hurt you. I won’t even touch it. If everything is a hard limit, I’m afraid we won’t be doing much. Give me this, and I’ll reward you.”
As if to illustrate what her reward would be, his thumb grazed her clit, making it throb in response. Abby gasped.
“Display yourself for me,” he demanded quietly. “Let me see you.”
Another stroke. She could feel heat pooling in her lower belly. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. He’d said he wouldn’t touch her. If he broke that promise, she was out of here. Provided he’d let her go, of course, but she thought he would. He certainly wasn’t going to kill her. And letting her go after hurting her meant she’d tear his life apart.
Slowly, she slid her feet up the sheets and planted them on the mattress.
“Good girl.”
Abby flooded with warmth at his praise.
“Now spread,” he coaxed.
She hesitated for the barest of moments then moved her feet further apart.
“More,” he commanded. Her breathing quickened. “I know this is hard for you,” he told her. “That’s the point, Abby. Submission is not about doing what you want all the time. It’s about pleasing me. And when you please me, I please you. Give and take. Does that sound alright?”