Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
First his big hand traveled over my long hair and then down my back and over my ass and thighs. I couldn’t help wiggling and squirming some while he did this—it felt strange to lie there and just let him “pet” me.
“Little one, I told you to be still.” There was a warning tone in Sir’s deep voice and he gave me one sharp spank on the bottom.
“Oh!” I gasped, jumping and reflexively putting my hand behind me to shield my ass. The slap on my bottom hadn’t been that hard, but it had shocked me.
I turned my head to one side and looked up at him.
“I thought you didn’t believe in corporal punishment,” I said accusingly.
Sir gave me a stern look.
“I don’t but I will make exceptions if I must. You have to hold still while I pet you, little one. You must get used to my hands on your body. It is the touching between us that draws a Master and pet closer together and allows them to form their bond.”
“I just feel weird laying over your lap and letting you ‘pet’ me while I’m completely naked,” I grumbled. “I mean, we hardly know each other—you only just abducted me yesterday!”
“We’ll know each other much better if you’ll just hold still and let me pet you,” Sir said. “If this small level of intimacy makes you uncomfortable, be thankful I’m not training you as a Sex Pet. That demands much more intimate touching and tasting to form a bond.”
Uh, tasting? I bit my lip and decided not to ask—some things were better not to know.
“I’ll be good,” I said, trying to sound contrite. “Although I will point out that you’ve already, uh, touched me intimately—twice.”
“You mean when I was washing you last night and examining you this morning?” As he spoke, his big, warm hand traveled from between my shoulder blades, down my spine, and over my ass.
“Exactly,” I said shortly. I didn’t trust myself to say more because the memory of his long finger inside me, stroking deep and caressing my inner folds was making my pussy feel hot and wet all over again.
“I told you, you must get used to me handling your body,” Sir said. He turned me over and I found myself suddenly lying face-up across his knees.
“Sir? Are we done?” I started to sit up, but he gave me a severe look and pushed me back down.
“Not nearly. Hold still while I pet the front of you, little one.”
“Oh, um…yes…yes, Sir.” I bit my lip and squeezed my hands into fists, trying to submit, though it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I felt so vulnerable, lying naked across his lap with my breasts and pussy on full display.
And the Sir started petting me again, which only made things worse.
“You must learn to crave my touch, little one,” he lectured as his big, warm hand traveled over my breasts, down my trembling belly, and over my pussy mound.
Though I wasn’t about to tell him, I was damn near craving it right then. He was giving me those strange sensations again—the pleasure I had read about and heard about all my life without ever experiencing it until he had touched me. How did he do that and why did my body react only to him?
I had no answers and I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and said,
“Yes, Sir,” rather breathlessly, because he was stroking my breasts again.
“Such full breasts for such a little female,” he remarked, cupping them each in turn and teasing my nipples by twisting them gently between his long fingers and thumb. “How does this make you feel, little one?”
“It…if feels good,” I admitted in a gasp. “But…I feel vulnerable too. I’ve never…no man has ever…touched me like this.”
Which was true—not even Don had taken the time to explore my body in such a leisurely fashion. He mostly just wanted to have quickie sex and then roll off me to either go to sleep or go play more video games. Not that I minded—I got nothing out of sex, so there was really no point in prolonging it.
I was getting something out of it now, though. Sparks of pleasure were running from my tight nipples straight to my pussy, which was getting uncomfortably hot and wet.
“It’s all right to be vulnerable with your Master,” Sir lectured me softly. “Spread your legs and let me pet you more deeply, little one.”
“I…I thought you weren’t training me to be a Sex Pet,” I protested weakly, even as I parted my thighs for him. God, why couldn’t I fight him, even a little? I really shouldn’t be enjoying this, should I? Was I deep in the grip of Stockholm Syndrome or what? But no—I wouldn’t be planning to escape if that was the case. Would I?