Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
He's looking at me with a touch of anger...and something else that looks like frustration. Maybe he's not as calm as I thought. I've clearly disobeyed him, but I can see there's more at play here.
Damien is dangerous. I poked this bear.
God, why did I do that?
Why did I want to?
Damien stops eating.
I finished eating before I spoke; I wasn't going to risk being punished by not getting to eat.
I mean, a girl’s gotta eat, right?
I savored those bites like they might be my last. At least my brain had enough sense for that when my voice decided to jump out of me.
Still, the clank of his fork on his plate makes me jump.
He pulls his chair out from the table loudly.
I gulp.
"Get over my knee," Damien says. His voice is thick. Oh, that's more than anger. That's...lust.
Is he doing what I think he is going to do?
He's going to spank me, over his knee?
I'm not a child! I want to scream out at him that this is wrong. I don't want to get up. I'm moving like I'm not connected to my body, not in my mind. I obey out of fear.
Well, I feel something warm pooling in my belly. Oh god…no. Not this. I can’t feel that way about this.
Bending over his knee is strange. I hover over him for a moment and he pulls me down, my breasts smashing against his legs. My nipples get hard at the feel of his body heat against them.
Again, I'm not connected to my body, but this isn't just fear. It's my own lust.
Damien desires me like this, and that makes me wet.
I'm grateful spankings happen on the butt. He doesn't have to know I'm wet because I shouldn’t be aroused by any of this, but he doesn’t have to know that. My mind flashes back to how wet I got sitting on his lap. God, why then? At least I didn’t know what was going to happen then. I know what’s happening now and I should not be aroused by it.
After all this time that I was frustrated he wasn't touching me, now I'm terrified he'll feel that I'm wet. Not when he's angry. I don't want Damien to fuck me when he's angry.
Except I know, if I'm honest with myself, that I want him to fuck me, angry or not.
So his hands running up and down the seam of my panties under my dress makes me tremble. Moan for him. I yelp out a little strangled cry that I know he hears. My nipples ache now with his touch. I squirm over his lap.
"You were so good, but now you're so bad, little one," Damien says in a quiet, dangerous voice that makes me think of him as a predator.
His hands tear down my panties in a way that labels me instantly as prey.
"I can't believe how long you lasted. You wanted to be good for me, didn't you, Sarah?" Damien purrs, and my body trembles. His hand is so close to my bared ass, my exposed pussy, that I can feel the heat of him near me.
"Yes, Damien," I answer. I think I'm allowed to answer. The way his voice shoots thrills through me, I have to answer him. I have to release my voice trapped inside of me. I have to do something about all this lust and tension in me right now.
Damien exhales, and speaks in measured words. ”I have to punish you, but I'll reward you as well. You've earned both."
There’s something more to what he’s saying and I feel like I just don’t get it. But I don’t know what to do about that. I can’t just ask him.
His voice turns my body to cinders. He's dripping with heat, making me ache for him. I hear the lust in his voice, the promise, and I need it. I need pleasure, pain, punishment, and reward. I just can't be trapped in nothingness or need like this. I want to beg, but I don't know for what.
"Squirm, Sarah, you look so good doing it," Damien growls smugly. He knows that he’s making me crazy.
He knows the real torture he's inflicting. I'm afraid but I'm so eager I can't help but writhe.
Then his hands slap down on my pussy. Hard, smacking, right on my wet pussy!
I gasp.
The wet impact makes me cry out, and the vibrating tremor running through my body makes me ache with need. Pressure builds in my stomach. I push my ass up and squirm more. He pulls me down to his lap and holds me down tight, and sinks his fingers inside my pussy.
Then he spanks my ass.
"Damien!" I cry out. How can he spank my pussy and my ass? Why is he spanking me at all? And why does he now shove his thick fingers inside my pussy?