Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Look at us now.
I help her step out of her dress, feeling her wobbles. She closes her eyes. Tightly. “And you are mine, so I’ll do what I like with you.” Go on, baby. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I can’t. Of course, she doesn’t because, right now, I have the power.
I start on her bra and stare at her breasts, but I resist kissing them, moving her hands to the manacles in turn and securing her. No fight. “Look at me, baby.” I caress her face, using my spare hand to press into my dick, inhaling some control. I nearly lose it when she obeys, opening her eyes.
“Tell me you’ve never done this before,” she whispers.
My hand on the back of her head, I pull her close. “Never.” And I kiss her gently, reinforcing it, exploring her mouth slowly and lovingly, listening to her soft whimpers of pleasure over the music. I put my mouth all over her face, her ears, remind her to open her eyes when she closes them.
I move back. Take her in.
Swallow.
Fuck. I imagined this. Could never have anticipated the sheer, unbelievable sight of her spread on the wooden cross, naked, every inch of her screaming for me. The sexual energy is charged. She looks fucking incredible, and I feel it. The undying desire, the ceaseless adoration. From both of us.
She closes her eyes again, but before I order them open, I pull my phone out and take a picture of her bound on the cross, naked except for her lace knickers. Breathless. Fuck.
I remove my trousers as she opens her eyes again for me, and enjoy her silent observations of my body, smile on the inside when she finally starts to fight the shackles. She held out for longer than I expected. I whisper my encouragement, calm her when she insists she can’t control her instinct to fight her bounds, wrap my palms around her balled fists when she tenses everywhere and cries out quietly. Her lips part, her body relaxes, her hands loosen. I drag my touch to her breasts, skim her nipples with the back of my hand, and then dip, taking one in my mouth. Her moan vibrates through her body, the metal of her restraints chinking. I worship her boobs, nip at her sensitive nipples, indulge myself completely. Lost. Consumed.
Peeking up, I see her panting down at me, gritting her teeth, dealing with the pressure around her nipple.
Sustaining it.
Sustaining me.
She’s sending me a silent message, and I hear it loud and clear. I release her and lick life back into her boob. “My beautiful girl is learning to control it.” I drag her knickers down her thighs. Kiss my way back up her body. Slide my fingers into her.
Her breath hitches.
“Shhhh. Soak it up, Ava. Feel every single bit of pleasure that I bless you with.” I start fucking her gently with my fingers, smiling at the feeling of her gripping me, as I circle myself at the root and draw a few long strokes. Withdrawing my fingers, I start brushing the swollen, wet crown of my dick around her flesh, mixing our wetness, shaking violently. Fucking hell. I catch her mouth, and then our moans are mixing too.
“Are your arms okay?” I ask urgently.
“Yes.”
“Are you ready for me to take you, Ava?” I ask. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” She gasps the words, her eyes clenching shut, her panting off the charts.
“Open your eyes for me, baby.”
Her lids peel open, and as soon as I have her gaze, I slowly swivel my hips and drive deep and high into her. “Oh God.”
“Jesus.” My knees buckle as I crouch to pull her up by the backs of her thighs, my mind blanking. I pump slowly, allowing both of us the time to accept the pressure and pleasure. My mouth works her throat, licking away her sweat, nibbling at her flesh. “I set the pace and you follow.”
She turns her head and finds my lips, and we kiss soft and slow, each plunge into her measured and deep, each grind firm, each withdrawal steady.
It’s not long before I feel the telltale signs of my looming release, and Ava’s legs around my waist start shifting. I claw my fingers into the backs of her thighs.
“You’re going to come,” she gasps.
“Not yet.” Fuck, not yet. Control it. She watches me fighting to rein myself in, sweating like a beast, needing to stop moving, but the feeling is too good to stop. I’m no longer in control, and when she pushes her mouth onto mine and sweeps her tongue wide, I’m a goner.
Fuck. I hoist her up higher, and it’s all it takes. I feel like I come out of my body and slam back into it again, Ava’s scream of pleasure sounding miles away. She jerks violently against me, the shackles clanging as she fights them. I don’t have it in me to tell her to stop before she marks herself. Each thrust is becoming hard, firm. My body knows where it needs to be and there’s no stopping it.