Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I whimpered up into his mouth as my tongue responded submissively to his, as if I could beg that way, wordlessly, for his cock inside me. I wanted it in my aching sheath above all, but that whining little noise meant, I understood, that I would be grateful for his hardness wherever my keeper chose to possess me.
When he broke the kiss at last, he moved his mouth to my ear. I trembled, sure that he would issue some horribly degrading command, or even tell me that he had decided my pussy would remain shut… for a few days more, or forever… that he meant from now on only to have me in my mouth and in my bottom, to ensure that I never feel more pleasure than a wayward girl like me should feel.
Instead he murmured, “I’m falling in love with you, Rebel. Just thought you should know that.”
“Oh,” I breathed. “Oh… sir. Me… me too.”
Christian pulled his head back again, and raised it up to look down at me from three or four inches away. His smile had turned radiant.
“That makes me very happy, Leah,” he said simply, and kissed me again. He lifted his face after only a moment this time, and I saw that his expression had become more serious. “That doesn’t change how much discipline you need, or how willing I am to give it to you. I want to make sure you understand that.”
I swallowed hard and shook my head. Fear and need had flooded my body and taken away my words. “I…” I tried, and couldn’t get any more out. I nodded, thinking how confusing my response must be, and then I shook my head again, making it worse. “I… I know, sir,” I finally managed to whisper as I watched his gorgeous, intelligent eyes take my whole response in.
“That’s good,” he said softly, the smile returning and making my chest feel light again. “That’s very good.”
He stood up fully. My eyes went straight to his huge, jutting cock, and a wave of heat rose into my cheeks when I remembered that a good bed girl—according to my master’s lessons, anyway—knew to keep her eyes there and only there. Between Christian’s thighs rose the symbol of his dominance, the tool he used to enjoy me according to his rights as my keeper.
He moved around to the foot of the bed. I thought he would climb atop it but instead he dropped the vial of solvent onto the covers and reached out for me. I let out a startled cry as he grabbed me firmly and a little painfully around my spread upper thighs and drew me firmly toward him, down the bed until my backside protruded two or three inches over the edge, and I looked up at my master between my spread knees and my hovering calves, my feet still in the pretty green heels.
Then I thought he would pick up the solvent and unseal my pussy at last. Again Christian had a different idea of what should happen next, though: he reached out with his right hand, between my legs, to my little breasts in their lacy bra. As he began to play with my stiff nipples through the thin, scratchy fabric, he used his left hand to rub the tip of his erection over the seam that joined my outer labia.
“Oh… God… oh… sir…” I breathed the words, my eyes closed, each one coming out on a panting, desperate exhalation.
He worked his fingers under the lace of the bra and took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I felt my forehead crease as I tried to raise my head, desperate for the shameful sight of his hard cock again, moving over the place Christian owned so thoroughly. Without the pillow to prop up my head I could only get a brief glimpse of the head of my master’s penis, rising up over the place my needy clit lay covered and deprived of its full, wanton range of sensation.
My head dropped back to the mattress and I looked up into Christian’s eyes, hoping he would understand that I couldn’t see his cock, and so I couldn’t keep my eyes where they belonged, but I still needed to see him. His eyes rose from the intimate places between my thighs and my ass-cheeks, so lewdly spread and offered to him. I saw his gaze narrow when our eyes met, and I bit my lip with a little whimper, sure that my keeper had just saved up the offense of looking him in the eye at this crucial moment.
But the corner of his mouth went up, and my heart felt light—if I had to have a spanking for looking at his gorgeous face, said my gloriously insane mind, maybe it was worth it.