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)
"So tight," he murmured in her ear. "My pet's so nice and tight. So wet," he added. "Loved your enema, didn't you baby?"
"Yes, Master," she cried out as he cupped her breasts.
"Now just relax and let me fuck you, pet. Close your eyes, and just concentrate on what you feel." He began thrusting, sliding his shaft in and out and tweaking her nipples simultaneously. When he had a steady rhythm, he ran his hands over her belly, careful not to press down. Just a gentle caress. "So full. Such a good girl. Look at that round tummy. It's so beautiful. Pet, do you want to please your Master?"
"Yes!"
"Then come pet. Come with Master's enema filling you up and his cock in your cunt, ready to fill you up with seed. Come for me now."
He hadn't taught her to come on command. They weren't anywhere near that level of training. So he moved his hand down, one pinching a nipple and one pinching her clit, giving her that little pain/pleasure spike she needed to go over. She tightened up on him exquisitely and howled out an orgasm. It sent him spiraling into his own, his cock pulsating, jetting cum into her hot snatch.
When they both finished, he held her back against him, cuddling her in his arms. "That was amazing," he told her. "I've never done that before, fucked a sub while she was holding her water." It was true. In the past, enemas had been strictly prep for anal sex and so he always refrained from taking their pussies first so it didn’t lessen the orgasm of that final goal. He'd given erotic enemas, though, to help subs who were embarrassed by them. The massage had not been new.
The sharpness of his desire to fill Abby surprised him. He'd always admired a full tummy, or a cunt full of fist, but he'd never been this lustful for it. Something about her soft, curvy body taking in whatever he wanted to give her filled him with a desire that he'd never felt this strongly before. And the fact that she'd enjoyed it, too, made it so much better. It raised their intimacy level, he thought, these shared, naughty passions.
He smiled to himself and kissed her temple. "Did you like it?" he asked her, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it just the same.
"Yes, Master," she replied dreamily while resting her head on his shoulder.
"Such a good girl." He lifted her up, sliding out of her. He raised himself to his knees and set his jeans to right, not bothering with the buckle. "Stand up, pet. Time to release."
She stood and looked at him, eyes pleading, but saying nothing. He stood up, too, and kissed her forehead. "I'll take the plug out and give you some privacy. I'm not into that and neither are you," he assured him. He could see her visibly relax. "When you're done, take your cuffs off, but leave the collar and get in the bath. Call me when it's time to wash you, pet."
"Yes, Master."
He shut the door firmly behind him. He took a seat on the chair in the living room and rubbed his face with one hand. Master. He glanced at the signed contract on the table. He didn't want it, not permanently, but it was like leading a starving man to a buffet and setting him loose. The possibilities were endless. But some of his ideas were just acts, sexual acts that would be pleasing in the moment, but without her understanding, her acceptance, her enthusiasm, they would seem hollow.
But God he wanted her. Every part of her. Now. He took a deep breath, sat back in the chair, and laid his arms over the arms of chair. One indulgence. He might allow himself one while he had the full blanket authority to command it. And it might make him a bastard, he decided, but in the end his desire for her won out. One indulgence. If she passed his test.
Minutes later she called to him and a fresh wave of interest and excitement shot through him as he slowly rose and went to pamper his brave little pet.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
After bathing her gently in the tub, he dried her off methodically and led her out to the living room. He set a pillow on the floor for her and bade her to sit on it. He was not a Dom given to forbidding his pets to use the furniture, as others were. But he needed to continue to reinforce that, for the time being, he was Master, and she a mere slave. He took a seat in the chair again and drummed his fingers on the arm for a few moments, watching her.
She kept her gaze lowered respectfully, hands open, even her lips were slightly parted. Like a good slave. He appreciated the effort even though he didn't care for it. She was distant from him like that. The connection he sought in her eyes wasn't there anymore and though he'd known all along that he liked it and needed it to be a good Dominant to such an inexperienced woman, he hadn't known just how much he would crave it when it was missing from their relationship.