Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Hurt me,” she begged.
I growled and fucked her deeper, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a bright red hand print. Soon there was a whole lattice of them, as I delivered noisy blows to the symphony of her cries. We might change in some ways during the days and months ahead, but this would always stay the same. She’d always have marks on her ass, because pain made her hotter and wetter than anything else I could do. Her juices were drowning my dick.
“You want to be hurt?” I asked.
Fuck. Fuck. Sometimes only one kind of hurt would do. I was going to take her ass after all, with some spit and pussy juice, because she needed it, and I wanted it.
“I’m going to stick it in your ass,” I said roughly. “Don’t fucking try to stop me.”
She made a sound that wasn’t yes or no, just the sound of someone being fucked so hard and so deep that she was pretty much up for anything. I pulled out and made her turn so she was on her back, and then shoved her legs up over my shoulders. She met my gaze with gorgeous dread as I spread her pussy lips and fingerfucked the hell out of her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I said, shoving the moisture down toward her hole. “But I think it’s still going to hurt you.”
She squirmed then, until I clapped my hands over her thighs to still her. I lubed up my cock with more pussy juice and then spit on her asshole to turn her on.
“Please go slow,” she said as I probed her tiny hole with my dick.
“Please shut the fuck up. You said you wanted to be hurt.”
“Since when do you do what I say?” she sassed.
I put my hand over her mouth. “No more words. Pretend we’re in the dungeon. No talking.”
That got her hotter still. She loved when I took her speech away. Someday I’d do the eye contact thing too, and not allow her to look at me. It would be like the first day, with the mask, only this would be hotter, because she wouldn’t be terrified for her life the way she’d been at the W Hotel.
But I wanted her eye contact today. She looked wonderfully scared and horny, with her arms bound and her legs spread. I pressed into her ass, using her own moisture as lube. It wasn’t really enough to make things easy, but it was enough to get in. Her breath came in sharp, frantic pants as I stretched her asshole open. Oh, I was being very slow and deliberate now.
I held her gaze as I eased my way in, insisting that she open her eyes whenever she tried to close them from the pain. That was why I’d turned her over, so I could see the agony and ecstasy in real time, and of course, so I didn’t really hurt her any more than she wanted to be hurt. I was halfway in, and she was still struggling against me. I leaned on one hand and wrapped the other around her neck.
“Let go,” I said. “Let me do what I want.” I released her for a moment to slap her, then I grabbed her neck harder, digging my fingers into her skin. I could see the tumble into subspace, the helpless submission to my force and will. She made a sobbing sound in her throat, and she wasn’t asking me to stop. She was asking me to go harder.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. “You don’t know a thing about self-preservation. Now give up your fucking asshole. This isn’t over until I get what I want.”
My fingers tightened on her windpipe. Her cheek was pink where I’d slapped it.
“Look at me,” I ordered when she started to go woozy. I let her breathe a little as I eased the rest of the way into her ass. She arched and pushed against my cock, and I had to steel myself not to go off right then. It felt delicious, this conquering. Her surrender. One required the other, which was why I’d treasure her forever. I stared down at my cock buried in her spasming hole. Wetness still seeped down her crack, because, by some miracle, this turned her on.
“I bet this feels awful,” I taunted her. “I bet it feels scary and dangerous.”
She moaned in response, and opened her mouth even though no words came out. I massaged her neck and she lengthened it, as if inviting me to have her breath if I wanted it. Fuck me, I wanted it. I gave her a hard, forceful, riotous kiss as I started to move in her ass. Now that the entry was accomplished, there were plenty of slippery juices to keep us going. Her moans drove me mad.