Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
But she was the one who betrayed first.
And she has a debt to pay.
Still holding her torrid gaze with mine, I slap her pussy, relishing her hiss of pain and the power that gives me over her. I’m angry that she’s here, that her betrayal has forced my hand to punish her, angry that with her exquisite beauty she’s weakened me. She’s already spent more time in my room than any other woman I’ve ever had, and I don’t like the little bit of power that gives her over me.
Without a word, I rise, still hard as a fucking rock, and spin her around, shoving her on the bed belly down. I slap her thighs to part them, my cock throbbing at the sight of the stripes I laid on her the night before. I can’t whip her into submission. She may cry and whimper under my punishment, but I haven’t broken that indomitable will of hers.
But I also haven’t fucked her yet.
I remove my cock and press it between her thighs, my eyes rolling back when I feel her slick arousal coating her thighs. I glide my cock through the wetness, a frisson of excitement and warning warring within me. My dominance over her aroused her. She fucking likes it. And as much as that makes me even harder, my balls tightening and aching with the need to fuck her, it makes my job that much more complicated.
How is this punishment if she gets off on pain?
I grip her hips so hard she whimpers, lift her, then pull her down as I slam my cock into her. A groan rips through me when her cunt tightens on my cock, so wet she’s soaking me. White-knuckled fists clenching the duvet. Guttural moans and little whimpers. Parted lips and ragged gasps as I rock and thrust, my balls slapping against her with the vicious strokes of my cock in her.
Motherfucker.
She’s about to fly apart into ecstasy, and I won’t fucking allow it.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn, with another sharp thrust, relishing the way her hot, tight cunt envelopes my cock. “Don’t you fucking come unless I say you can.”
I thrust again, harder, and she moans so low and deep I know she’s on the very edge, barely holding onto her self-control, her fingers grasping the bed like she’s holding onto the very precipice of a cliff. I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank her head back, reminding her who’s in control. Reminding her that everything about her belongs to me, including her pleasure.
With another vicious thrust, I lose control. I don’t need to chase my ecstasy for it falls on me like an avalanche, my hot seed lashing into the tight walls of her pussy. As soon as I’m sated, I pull out, hot and messy and brutal. Her eyes are still closed, her lips parted, and her hand flies between her legs. I capture her fingers just before she strokes herself.
“What did I tell you?”
“Sir,” she moans. “God, please, let me come. I’ll behave. I’ll be your good girl.”
“You’ll behave and be good whether you come or not,” I tell her, standing her upright with my come still dripping down her thighs. “But when you come is up to me.” I don’t trust her not to make herself climax while I’m getting myself ready, but I’m not rewarding her just yet. She grows too free and I can’t have that. If she’s to be mine for the next few weeks or months or however long it takes her to pay back her debt, she’ll learn to rely on me for fucking everything.
I’ve warned her. I’ve whipped her. And now I’ve fucked her, but she hasn’t fully grasped this yet. With determination, I march her to the cage I’ve prepared and stand her against it. I lean her body over it so the bars press up against her full breasts and rounded tummy. “Stay there.”
I fetch a pair of handcuffs and return to see she’s obeyed, but she’s pressing her thighs together as if to relieve the pressure. She isn’t going to be successful dry-humping the corner of a cage. Good. Leaving her ready and desperate for relief will help me train her. With a quick snap and click I cuff her to the cage as a reminder of where she goes if she disobeys.
“I’m going to take a shower. As you wait for me, still welted from your strapping, still needing to come, your body splayed out and chained to the cage you’ll earn if you disobey, think about how you’ll behave tonight. And when I come back to you, if you answer me correctly, I’ll consider allowing you pleasure.” I drop a kiss to her shoulder, and when she sighs, I clamp my teeth down and bite until she whimpers. Satisfied with the teeth marks I’ve left, I go and take a long, leisurely shower and leave her waiting.