Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“It doesn’t hurt,” she said, her tone sassy.
Fergus didn’t respond, but she could hear him taking off his belt. She bit her lip in anticipation of the leather striking her flesh. She wasn’t disappointed as it bit into her skin, leaving a tiny stripe in its wake. He struck her several more times, but she refused to cry out. In the years since he’d first punished her like this, she’d learned to embrace the pain, to enjoy it. It was delicious.
She heard the sound of the belt being tossed aside, his hands now running softly over the marks it had left behind, intermingled with the handprints. She was soaking wet, ready for him to take her and growing more impatient by the second.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“I’m not sure you deserve this cock,” he replied.
“Please,” she begged. “I need to be fucked. I’ve been so bad today. If you don’t fuck me, I’ll only be worse tomorrow.”
“Not yet. I think that, first, I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
With that, he lifted her up from the counter, letting the remainder of her dress fall away, and carried her to his office. Pulling the spare wooden chair from the small work table that sat to one side toward his desk, he placed it in front of his leather desk chair on the other side. She waited at the door, naked, her ass on fire from his hands and the belt. She knew how this game was played. It was always different, but she must wait to see what he had in mind if she wanted to get fucked when he was done toying with her.
He pulled something from his desk and walked toward her. She waited while he fitted a silk blind around her eyes and then walked away again. There was a bit of movement, and then he returned to her. She felt a pinch as he affixed what felt like a clip to one nipple, and then ran a light chain around the back of her neck, affixing the clip on the other end to her other nipple.
“Oh, that’s beautiful. Does it feel good?”
“It does.”
She felt the soft leather of the hand whip against her breast and then the sting as he pulled it back and gave her a light lashing on the exposed left underboob, repeating the process several times and then moving up and down her body in zig-zagged strokes as she stood motionless, letting him use her for his own gratification.
“That’s better,” he said, pulling her forward by her hand and moving her toward the chair. She could feel it against the back of her leg but didn’t try to sit. She knew she was to wait until he told her to go ahead. This time, he helped her, slowly lowering her down until she could feel the tip of something pushing back into her center.
She continued to move downward, taking in what felt like a sizeable rubber dildo until he stopped her and spread her ass cheeks apart before pushing her further down onto the chair. As the second projection pushed against her asshole, she realized it was either two toys or a doubled one. He continued to push her down until she was fully impaled on them.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now stay there. I have some calls to make, and I expect you to be a good girl while I do it.”
“I will,” she told him.
She could hear him walk around his desk and the familiar creak of his chair as he sat down in it, followed by the zipper of his pants sliding downward. She could hear him push the speed dial on his phone, and then he was speaking to someone on the other end of the line. It was business, and he conducted it as if he was not sitting there looking at his girlfriend naked and impaled on a wooden chair.
She waited while he finished that call and then made another. She was so turned on that she could feel her wetness dripping down the toy between her legs. As he talked to someone on the phone about meeting him to discuss a problem with one of the harbor vendors, she felt a slight vibration in her pussy. It took a moment to realize he had placed her on a vibrator, and apparently, had the remote.
Over the course of several more calls, the vibrations intensified until she could hardly keep quiet. She began to moan, at first just slightly, but then a bit louder. He pretended that he couldn’t hear her and continued his conversations, unconcerned about whether the person on the other end of the line might be able to hear it as well.
As the vibrations increased, she grew completely unable to control her own noises and made very loud moans and grunts that she was certain whoever he was talking to must be able to hear. Finally, he was silent. He seemed to be off the phone, but she knew he was watching her there with her tits clipped upward to show the red stripes he had no doubt left on her body with the whip and her pussy dripping down the vibrator buried deep inside her pink folds.