The Naughty List Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
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He pulls his cock from my pussy, and his accomplices drop my thighs. The mouths on my tits disappear and someone takes me down from the suspension hook. And then my clients do what I’d never have imagined. They take the cuffs from my wrists, freeing me from my bonds and holding me steady.

I am free. Unbound.

I could take my hood off if I wanted to right now, and say fuck it to anonymity, but I wouldn’t dare. I wouldn’t want to.

“This way,” Master says, and hooks an arm under mine, supporting me as he leads me somewhere, until my feet touch a rug, so different to the coldness of the tiles. “Lie down on the floor and get ready to serve,” he tells me, and he helps me down. I breathe deeply as I get in position, limbs spread and inviting, my tied-up tits still pulsing with pain.

But it’s nice now. Nice, soothing pain.

I hear people bustling around me, and some of them drop to their knees. Fingers twist my nipples, and hands land slaps on my bruised tits, but I don’t protest, just moan, grateful.

I cry out a thank you for the first cock that slams inside my pussy. It’s not Master’s. It’s shorter, thicker. I cry thank you again as that same man lifts me up enough to push his slick cock into my ass with no warning, and thank you again as another guy takes his place in my pussy. Double penetration with a sore cunt, but I love it. I’d do it all night long.

I’m manhandled by so many different men, wrenching me into so many different positions as cocks take their turns, but my favourite position is on all fours – slamming my hips back against whichever random cocks want to use me. Ass, pussy, both, I don’t care. I only wish they could take my mouth, too.

It doesn’t matter how hard I’m fucked though, or how much I slam back, not a single man comes inside me. Not yet. It’s me who is growing desperate, not them, angling and begging for harder, but they don’t let me come, either – just take me to the edge and leave me begging.

It’s one long, dirty, heady game and it really is something else, way off the scale.

I don’t know whether the same dicks are using my ass and pussy, one after the other, back and forth. I don’t know who the cocks belong to, or how many men are taking it in turns. I’m just a slut with raw flesh, still bruised and hurting.

A damn horny one at that.

“Time to earn your next pleasure,” Master says, and I smile under my hood at the sound of his voice.

“Thank you, Master.”

I’m still on all fours when he trails a bunch of what feels like soft grass down my back. I don’t understand until the bitter tingles flare up just a moment later. Stinging nettles. Master has a bouquet of fucking stinging nettles in his hands, and he lashes my existing wounds with them.

“Yes!” I say as another round of pain soaks me up. “Fuck, yes!” as my skin prickles and sears.

It hurts so fucking bad, but it’s a whole other tune, a whole other zone.

“Sacrifice, Holly, remember?”

“Yes, Master.”

I can still feel the host of bodies around me. I can smell the sex in the air, my pussy wet and hungry. I know what Master wants, and I spread my knees wide on the rug, dropping myself down from all fours to reach back and spread my ass cheeks for him.

Sacrifice.

He trails the nettles up my inner thighs first, and I smile as the heat of the tingles stings like a bastard. He rubs them over my exposed asshole, and it’s worse there, the pain makes me hiss and groan, hiss and groan. My ass burns, the hot bristles attacking me, and I’m nervous of what’s coming next. I brace my knees, assuring myself I’m not going to close them, not for anything.

Sacrifice.

Holy fucking hell on earth, when Master grinds the stinging nettles against my battered, torn slit, it’s like fireworks of blinding agony zap through my whole fucking body. He circles my clit with them, tempting my pleasure through the pain as fire blazes between my legs.

“You can come, Holly. Sacrifice yourself to the pain, and the pleasure will reward you.”

My cunt is burning up. I’m gasping. Can I come? Really?

“Rock those hips,” Master says. “Take it.”

I float into the pain pulsing through me, into the subspace I love so much, and I do what he wants me to do. I work myself against his fingers as he plays with me. I must be mottling up, but the spiky heat of a thousand prickles blur into one, and I give myself over to him completely. I give him my very soul.


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