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)
“I’ll be a good girl,” she panted. “I promise. I’ll be good. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, let me come!”
Mark pretended to consider this. “If you want something from me, Abby, you have to ask the right way.”
“I did!” she protested. “Please, please, please!” Mark shook his head and she was devastated. That little toy could send her to the moon and back in seconds. “W-what? What can I-”
“ ‘Please’ is not the magic word,” he informed her.
Abby racked her overstimulated brain to think of the right word. What the fuck? “I- I don’t- I can’t-”
“Sir,” he said helpfully and Abby stilled.
“What?”
“Please, may I come, Sir.”
“Oh, now wait a minute,” she said. “I don’t-”
He held up a finger to quiet her. “Only in the bedroom. And only when we’re playing games like this. It’s to help you, Abby. Help you to remember who is the dominant and who is the submissive. Plus, it pleases me. And you want to please me, right?” He waved the toy a little to remind her of the stakes.
Abby glared at him. “You said I could have a reward!”
He smiled at her. “And I gave you a reward. Now, if you want to come, you call me ‘Sir’. This is not a hard concept, Abby. The more you submit, the better the rewards.”
Abby laid her head down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Sir. It wasn’t such a hard word. God, she said it every day. ‘I hope you enjoyed your stay, Sir. I’ll be certain your room has more towels, Sir.’ What would it mean to call Mark ‘Sir’?
As if he could read her thoughts he said, “Hey.” Abby drew her gaze down from the ceiling back to him. “It doesn’t make you less of a person to show me respect.”
Normally Abby would’ve responded with some smartass comment like he hadn’t earned it. But then again, here was Mark Marsten who could have any woman in three counties, hell any woman in Vegas, but instead of being with any of them, he was with her. She should at least be grateful.
She licked her lips. “Please, may I come, Sir?”
He grinned. “Yes. But don’t move, Abby. Hold, very, very still.” He replaced the vibrator on her swollen, aching clitoris.
Abby fought hard to remain still. She clutched the chains and pulled hard, forcing her bottom down onto the mattress to keep from moving. She was afraid if she did, he’d take the toy away again.
She was gasping for air, which the room didn’t seem to have enough of and squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh, God. Oh, God!”
“Don’t move, Abby.”
When she was almost there, he took the toy away. “No!” she howled. “I need to come! Please! Please, Sir!”
Mark chuckled. “Easy now, you saucy little minx.” He quickly ripped off the top of the condom and rolled it on. “I want to feel that pussy tightening up on my cock when you do.” He held her pussy open with two fingers. “Want my cock, pet?”
The wider he spread her, the more empty she felt. She needed to feel that stretch, that push/pull of being entered and filled up. “Yes! Yes, Sir. Oh, please fuck me, Sir!”
Mark shoved his cock inside her hard, causing her to cry out. Then he quickly pulled out of her, causing an equally loud howl of frustration.
“Who controls your pleasure, pet?”
Abby didn’t even stop to think. “You! You, Sir!”
“This pussy is mine to use, isn’t it, pet?”
“Yes! Please, use it! Sir!”
Mark shoved in again, stretching her to her fullest. The sweet, sharp sting of being filled was heaven.
“Come on my cock, pet,” he ordered, and began fucking her mercilessly.
Abby came hard on the third stroke. Undaunted, Mark still continued to fuck into her, taking his own pleasure from her sated body. He pressed the tiny vibrator to her clit as he pounded her.
“One more time, pet. Come one more time.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can and you will. Come once more for me,” he insisted.
He bottomed out against her cervix, balls slapping her ass with heavy thuds. The toy against her clit made her whole pelvis sing.
“Come,” he ordered a third time and she threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm.
****
Mark had unchained her wrists and pulled her to his chest. “It’s over,” he told her. “You survived.”
“Barely,” she muttered against his skin, but she was smiling.
“I may not have,” he said. “You are definitely a troublesome little pet.”
She stiffened. “I don’t like that.”
“What?” he asked, rubbing her back.
“I’m not a pet. I’m a person.”
He stroked her hair. “It’s not meant to dehumanize you, Abby. It reminds me that I have a serious responsibility to you. To care for you and see to your needs, and never to forget that you haven’t done anything like this before. Taking a sub through their first submission is a huge responsibility. I need to keep your feelings and your inexperience in mind.”