Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
I guess he did win. He wasn’t pinning my arms any longer and yet I was obeying him. I fell on my face when he said that, and that’s when his belt bit into my ass.
The feel and the sound of it hitting me made me squeal in pain even more than the sensation. “Please Tommy.” I begged.
He kept pounding into me, then he grunted, “Your body was fucking made for me.”
Goosebumps had popped up all over me. My captor laughed low in his throat, a knowing laugh, knowing that he owned me, reveling in the fact that my body was doing just what he wanted it to do. He leaned back, rotated his hips, and smacked me across the top of my ass again, but with his hand, as he drove in. My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out another loud whimper.
He hit again with his hand, making me cry out not only in pain, but also in pleasure because inside, he was hitting that spot. He grabbed my clit and twisted, forcing an orgasm that made my body ring.
He leaned forward and grabbed my throat, mid-climax and lifted me back up to my knees, grinding out a husky, “Perfect, baby.” He kept going, hand covering my throat possessively, as he used me like a ragdoll.
He went on for what felt like forever, chasing his orgasm, grunting into me. It went on so long I wondered if it was ever going to be over. My crotch was raw, sticky, and sore. He slid in and out and in and out; making me feel the ridges of his cock as they glided over sensitive places inside of me. Goosebumps were all over me as he kissed the back of my neck and tweaked my nipple, his other hand rising and lowering over my throat in a steady rhythm.
Finally, there was a long and husky groan, and oh my God, it sounded so sexy.
How? How could that thought even occur to me?
When it was finally over, I was limp on the floor, totally spent. For a brief moment he was dead weight on top of me. I heaved in discomfort and he immediately rolled off me and disappeared into the bathroom.
I was still on the floor. I could do nothing but just lie there. Maybe I would just die there.
A moment later he gently lifted me off the floor and then he had me in bed. He was covering me up. “Nap? No way I’m making it back to the office now,” he whispered, kissed my temple, and then spooned me.
He was holding me like this thing he just did to me was consensual, like I hadn’t fought back with all of my might and drawn his blood. And I was too limp, spent, and emotionally paralyzed to do anything but lay there. I just lay there as he stroked my hair, dropping kisses on the back of my head, twisting to kiss my shoulder, my earlobe. I tried to not let what he was doing comfort me, but I cried softly into the pillow until I started to feel myself drifting off. I kept fighting it. A few minutes later, I guess I ran out of tears. His breathing evened out in sleep so as I was lying there staring off into space, in a wet spot from his semen that leaked out of me, eyes so dry that they ached. I shifted the blanket under myself to cover the wet spot. It felt like my guts had been yanked out underneath his hand, which was resting on my stomach.
I was tuned into him, into his breathing, which was tickling my shoulder, into the feel of his hard body against me, his hand possessively over my tummy. My ass hurt from the belt and I needed to pee. I held it for as long as I could, alternately worrying about waking him and also thinking I should really bash his head in right now while he slept.
Finally, what might’ve been twenty minutes, maybe even an hour passed, and I couldn’t wait anymore, so I slowly pulled away. His eyes opened and he watched me pull the top sheet out from the mess of tangled bedding and wrap it around myself.
His eyes met mine and while I couldn’t read his hard expression, I felt shame and pain wash over me at the same time. I looked away and went into the bathroom. When I sat down to pee, I almost hit the ceiling as it stung deep inside. It felt like I was torn inside. When I was done, I moved slowly back to the bed and climbed in, staying as close to the edge as I could.
He rolled over, his arm covering me, and half his body covered me, too. His lips softly touched the center of my back and kissed upwards to the back of my neck where he stopped and fell back asleep. His lips just stayed there, on the back of my neck. I just wanted to cry because it felt so loving and tender and yet twisted me up inside like a pretzel. The guy was some sort of master of the mind fuck.