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)
To Abby that actually sounded...normal. Wasn’t that what a relationship was supposed to be? Give and take? If one person took everything and never gave back, well that would be unfulfilling to the other person, to say the least.
She parted her knees as far as they would comfortably go.
“Such a good girl,” he said, stroking her inner thigh with a fingertip. “Now I‘m going to have a look at what’s mine for tonight.”
He began a careful but erotic examination of her most intimate parts, starting this time with the thatch of curls at the apex of her vagina. He swirled a finger through them and then found her hood again. He gently pulled apart the folds of moist flesh until she felt the air on her exposed clit.
“Beautiful little pink pearl,” he said, then blew on it. Abby jerked in response. “So sensitive,” he observed. He gave it a light pinch. Abby gasped. “You’re not afraid of a little pain,” he told her.
“I- I don’t like pain,” she replied nervously. He pinched her clit just a tad bit harder and she squirmed.
“I said you’re not afraid of it. Why would you be? Working on cars the way you do. And I’ve never had it done myself, but if I recall correctly, waxing involves ripping your hair out from the root.” He chuckled. “No, Abby, you’re not afraid of a little pain.”
Suddenly, he smacked the inside of her thigh.
“Oh!” she yelped.
“That’s a punishment. For lying to me,” he informed her. “You don’t mind pain, but you do like erotic pain.”
Abby opened her mouth to protest again and he raised a finger at her. “Don’t bother lying. Your pussy is wet as hell and getting wetter by the minute. Don’t lie to me, Abby,” he said more gently. “If you’re embarrassed about the truth, we’ll talk about it until you aren’t. But don’t lie. I will never lie to you. I expect the same courtesy.”
He parted her labia and trailed a finger through her wetness. “There’s no shame in liking this, Abby,” he murmured. “Erotic pain is just additional stimulation, that’s all.”
Abby breathed deeply and her eyes fluttered shut. He called it erotic pain, which somehow did make it seem more acceptable. And her clit was buzzing now from all the...stimulation. She started to instinctively close her legs to increase the pressure on her clit.
“No,” he said firmly and she opened her legs again. “Very good. That’s all dominance and submission is, Abby. I tell you to do something and unless you absolutely can’t for some reason, you do it.”
Abby’s mind reeled thinking of all things he might tell her to do. He spread her cheeks apart and she remembered pretty quickly what it was he was telling her to do right now. Let him look at her. She bit down on her lip and tried not to fight him, remembering the intense orgasms, plural, he’d given her the last time. She’d never come twice in a row and Mark seemed to know a lot about making women come and come hard.
“Very pretty,” he commented. “Nice pink little rosebud. It’s a shame you’re so shy with it, but then again I’m glad no other man’s ever been inside it.”
Before Abby could really ponder his words, he let her go, opened the nightstand drawer and took out something small, holding it in the palm of his hand. “Now your reward for displaying yourself so well.” He opened his hand and in it was a small purple toy. “Don’t worry. It’s brand new. I’ve never used it on anyone else. Do you have vibrator, Abby?”
She was still trying to get used to a man asking so many personal questions. She shook her head slightly. “No.”
He turned it on and swept it over her tummy and down the inside of her thigh. She giggled. “It’s small,” he told her. “It’s best for the clit, which you seem to enjoy having stimulated.” He passed it over her mound and she jerked her hips a little. “Hold still,” he commanded. “Do not move, Abby.” He parted her legs wide with one hand, pressing on the inside of her knee. He touched the toy to her clit and she gasped. “Don’t move or it’s a spanking.”
Abby tried to hold very, very still as he massaged her with the amazing little toy. But she got lost in the overwhelming sensation of it that she bucked her hips up into it.
“Bad girl,” he told her, removing the vibe. He closed her legs, rolled her hips so her lower half was twisted and her left cheek was exposed. He smacked her hard.
Abby yelped. Smack, smack, smack. “Very bad girl,” he admonished. Then he slipped the vibrator between her closed legs, holding it with one hand while continuing to spank her.
Abby cried out and yanked on the silver chains securing her to the bed. The warring stings of the slaps and the absolute eye rolling ecstasy of the toy were causing a slight sensory overload. She cried out again and tried to ride the hand holding the vibe, even with the spanking, it felt so good. She was breathing hard when Mark rolled her bottom back onto the mattress and spread her knees again. She hadn’t come but she’d been so close. She whimpered in frustration.