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 managed to eat just one, but her thoughts were definitely not on the movie. Made bold, she supposed, by the beer she’d been nursing, she moved closer to him. Instead of being receptive to her advances, though, Mark shifted away from her a little on the couch. “Abby,” he said sternly. “We’re watching a movie.”
She nuzzled his earlobe in response. “Do bad things to me,” she whispered.
The corner of his mouth twitched a little but his eye remained cold steel. “No. It’s not Friday. Now watch the movie.”
Abby frowned. She didn’t just want to be his Girl Friday. She sucked his earlobe. “It’s Wednesday. You could eat my pussy.”
He paused the movie with the remote. “If you don’t stop, I will do bad things to you. And they won’t involve eating your pussy.”
Abby’s heart beat an excited tattoo in her chest as she wondered what he would do. She bit his earlobe.
“Enough,” he demanded. He tossed the remote onto the coffee table. He turned and grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head. In one fluid motion it secured her arms behind her at the elbows with it. Abby grunted in surprise. He yanked her bra down in front, revealing her breasts and shoved her back onto the couch.
He threw one leg over hers and she heard him taking off his belt. For a brief moment she thought he was going to hit her with it then remembered when he’d told her to bite down on it. She pressed her lips together to avoid giggling excitedly. He was going to spank her. Except...he didn’t.
He threaded the belt around her thighs and secured it, leaving her prone on the couch.
“Stay, pet,” he told her, as if she could move anyway, and he went into the bedroom.
Abby tried to crane her neck to see what he was doing, but couldn’t manage it. She heard her dresser drawer open and close and he stalked back out. He disappeared into the bathroom briefly and then returned. Abby was curious, afraid, and turned on all at once.
He unfastened the belt, unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down to her knees along with her panties. She yelped. He brought his closed fist up to her face. “Open,” he demanded.
Abby was startled by the order, but parted her lips. He stuffed a pair of her panties into her mouth. She tried to protest, but he didn’t seem concerned. At least they were clean, she thought to herself, glaring at him.
He thrust his fingers into her pussy and pinched a nipple with his free hand. Abby tried to push her pelvis into his hand. She felt him part her with two of his fingers and his right hand released her breast. He reached around behind himself and produced her electric toothbrush. Abby’s eyes widened in shock.
He stretched her even further and pushed it in, turning it on with his thumb. She twisted and bucked, but her t-shirt was holding her arms and her jeans were around her knees and she couldn’t get any leverage. He picked up the belt again, wrapped it around her thighs, and tightened it, closing her legs around the vibrating invader. He buckled it snugly and sat back down on his end of the couch. He picked up the remote, turned the volume up slightly on the television, and resumed the movie.
Abby was bewildered. She attempted to apologize through the panties in her mouth, but it came out muffled and unintelligible even to her. It didn’t take long for the reality of her situation to sink in. Her breasts were exposed, her pussy was stuffed, and the belt holding her thighs together was sending the vibrations of the toothbrush straight to her clit. In the back of Abby’s mind she thought she might have made it to the five minute mark before the first orgasm hit.
She panted through the silk underwear and tried to regain her composure. Now that she’d finished, he’d let her go. She was sure of it. But when he didn’t seem to notice her presence, she tapped his thigh with her foot. He slapped her thigh with his palm. “There’s an hour and fifteen minutes left on this movie, pet,” he told her. “You’ll be still and quiet and let me watch it. Even when you come.”
Come? she thought. She’d already come. For the briefest of moments she considered trying to relay this to him somehow, but he’d just told her to be quiet and still and she wasn’t sure but she thought it was safe to assume if she tried to get his attention, there would be a punishment. Or at least, a harsher punishment than the one she was already enduring. Considering she’d never once looked at her toothbrush as a substitute vibrator, she wasn’t sure what other things in her condo Mark could use to punish her with.