Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“For what I’m going to do to you tonight,” he began, moving to plug the cord into the wall, “I am going to need you as wet and as open as possible.”
He returned to the bed, to the three dildos I’d left there. I’d brought a curved glass one with nubs along its length, a velvety-soft white, ambiguously shaped one, and the main event, a large, purple monster even bigger than Neil’s cock.
He picked up the latter and weighed it in his hand. My breath hitched. He set it back down. “I want you to kneel on the bed, with your knees shoulder width apart.”
He’d brought the flogger upstairs with him, and he tossed that and the black leather covered paddle onto the bed.
“Arms behind you.”
There was a specific way he liked to tie my arms, that didn’t put as much stress on my elbows and shoulders as some ties did. My bent arms folded across my lower back, my hands grasping near their opposite elbow. He climbed onto the bed behind me and quickly braided a single cuff around my forearms, looping across my wrists loosely so as not to cut off circulation, and to leave my hands free.
“How does that feel, Sophie?”
I rolled my head and both of my shoulders, one at a time. Nice and loose, only the slightest twinge of a reminder that there would be tension and aching later. I tried to tell him, “Perfect, Sir,” around the gag, and a torrent of drool rolled from my lower lip.
He smiled to himself and went to the end of the bed. “And can you still signal me? Snap once to answer.”
I snapped my fingers. When I was bound and gagged, three snaps were my safe word.
“Good.” He reached for the wand and the paddle, and stood at my side, idly running his thumb over the black switch on the vibrator. “Do you know who I just called?”
I shook my head, my gaze fixed on the bulbous head of the wand. It looked innocent enough, but with the flip of a switch it became one of the most powerful implements of torture in his arsenal.
“I called the concierge. I told them it was likely there would be a fair bit of noise from our room if he caught my drift, and that we would be more than willing to pay the hotel bill for anyone who might be inconvenienced.” He ran the paddle up and down the fronts of my thighs. “So I can make you scream as loudly as I like.”
I whimpered, and the paddle smacked just beneath my crotch. I breathed deeply through my nose.
“Would you like that, Sophie?”
I nodded.
Another smack, just below the last one. I redirected my muffled shout through my nose, my nostrils flaring with labored breaths.
“It doesn’t matter what you like, does it?”
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing for another blow, one that never came. Instead, he brought the cold, plastic ball of the wand between my legs. He dropped the paddle and shoved two fingers past the gag, coating them with my saliva, pushing them far back so that I sputtered and drooled. He used those wet fingers to part my labia around the head of the vibrator, nestling it snug against my clit. I wanted to shift my hips to rub against it. I wanted the pleasure that would come the moment the strong, deep vibrations roared to life, but I knew that pleasure would come at a price. There would either be too much, or not enough.
He picked up the paddle again and rubbed my ass with it. My body tensed, and he flipped the switch.
There were two settings on the wand, a high, frantic frequency that numbed and stung at the same time, and a lower, deeper hum that drove me wild. He used the latter now, and I whined through my gag as my muscles tightened past the point of pain on the way to my climax. My ascending cries peaked with a high-pitched groan as the shock of my orgasm hit me. In the moment I should have wanted to buck away from the unrelenting vibration, he smacked my ass hard with the paddle and pulled the vibe away, clicking it off.
The conflicting sensations sent chills skating over my skin. He hit me again, over the same burning swath, and I muffled a curse against the gag.
He dropped the vibe and gripped my chin. “I said you could scream. Not swear. If you can’t keep your filthy mouth under control, you’ll be choking on my cock instead of that gag.”
The imagery turned my knees to liquid, and I swayed. His arm was at my back in a flash, supporting me, and he reached down for the vibrator again. He pushed it against my swollen, satisfied clit and said, “We’ll go again. In three, two, one—”