Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Even so, I could hear him straighten and take a step back.
Two, three, four, five.
Each smack was harder than the last.
I tried to be silent, my head lifting but my jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would shatter.
I didn’t want to give the man the pleasure of hearing my cries.
The pain was intense, but there was something else. Something deeper. Something dark and forbidden. Something I couldn’t name.
My head fell forward, and my vision blurred as hot, fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. I bit my lip, hoping to restrain the shrieks that threatened to escape from me.
When I thought the stinging would subside, he gave me another hard crack of the belt. I struggled for air as my lungs filled with cries of agony.
Maybe that soft touch on my backside was his hand? I was ready to feel a soothing caress.
Instead, his hand came down with a hard slap.
I screamed, and he spanked me again.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped. The weight of his body pressed down on me, and he gave my ass a hard squeeze.
“You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to make you come over and over again. You’re going to beg me for more.”
I was on the verge of begging for mercy. I was a rag doll, hanging limp over the table.
I couldn’t control my body. He had taken complete control of me.
Cool air hit my exposed skin when he stood up, and I began to quake. I couldn’t contain my shivers, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as my overheated body reacted to the air’s coolness.
I let my head fall forward, resting it on the table.
A finger traced from the top of my back down to the center of my ass. The skin there was red and hot. I ached for his touch.
“You did well, my bride. You are a good girl when you want to be. I didn’t think you would behave so perfectly. I’m very proud of you.”
I hung there helplessly, the tears free-falling down my face.
I felt myself slipping away, even as he let me up and pulled me back against him. His erection pressed against my ass. The feel of it made me wet and weak in the knees. My skin was still on fire from his spanking. I could feel the heat in my backside, and his hands running up and down my legs.
“I may not be the first to fuck this pussy of yours,” he said as he began to stroke the delicate flesh. “But I’m going to be the last.”
I shook my head, too stunned and breathless by the spanking to tell him how wrong he was. I’d never had sex with Marksen like he clearly assumed I had.
I was a virgin.
But as he shoved his finger into my pussy, I realized I wouldn’t be a virgin for long.
He pulled his finger out of me and turned me around to face him. Reaching in, he spread my lips with his fingers, opening me up wide.
“Let me get a good look at this pussy before I completely destroy it.”
His voice was deep and hypnotic. It made me feel like I was being drawn in by some kind of spell.
That’s when he leaned in, holding my chin in his hand, and claimed my mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a show of power, of domination.
I didn’t fight him. I couldn’t. I was too weak, and my body wasn’t my own. His hand was in my hair, grabbing fistfuls like he was claiming me.
I shuddered as he released my mouth.
He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me onto the vanity with my back against the mirror. My heart skipped as he knelt before me, placing his strong hands against my inner thighs, forcing them open.
I grasped his hair. “Wait. No. What are you doing?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Keeping my promise and kissing it to make it better first.”
The tip of his tongue pierced the folds of my pussy, sending a shock wave straight up my spine. My back arched. If he hadn’t been holding my thighs, I would have slid right off the vanity top.
“Oh God!” I called out, no longer even trying to hide my reaction.
He swirled his tongue around my clit, taunting and teasing me. Over and over again, applying just the right amount of pressure. It was nothing like the illicit pleasure from my own fingertips. This was darker, more intense. Dangerous.
He increased the pace as he flicked my sensitive nub before adding his fingers, thrusting them inside me.
Our bodies rocked so violently together we dislodged the mirror.
It slid behind the vanity, crashed to the floor, and shattered.
I came undone. It was too much. The pain. The pleasure. Every nerve in my body was firing sparks as bursts of light exploded behind my closed eyelids while the air in my lungs seized.