Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“That’s it, doll face.” He pushes another into me. My body gives way no matter how much my mind screams to stop. I lift my head, needing air, and gasp, my hair getting in my mouth.
He removes his fingers and pushes them inside me again, all the way to his knuckles, and I cry out, unable to help it as my body rocks back and forth.
“Haidyn.” His name is breathless as his fingers begin to fuck my ass. He goes slow but deep, forcing their way inside me. I bend my arms, my tied hands gripping my hair.
He removes them, and I slump against the side of the couch. My body once again relaxes, and I take in a calming breath, then I feel something cold and hard against my ass. A hand lands on my lower back, holding me down to the couch.
“Take in a deep breath,” he orders, and I suck one in. “Let it out.”
I let it out, and something much larger than his fingers pushes against me. “Haidyn—” My voice rises this time.
“You’re doing great, Charlotte,” he assures me as my ass stretches wider. “Almost done.”
My body fights the intrusion, but he stands behind my kneeling body, one hand holding me down and the other pushing whatever the hard object is into my ass. I’m powerless against him. My ass burns as it stretches, and when I think I’m going to pass out from holding my breath, it closes around a smaller but still very hard surface.
“Good girl, doll face. You’re doing so good.” He rubs my back, and I realize I’m crying. “Almost done.” He grabs the rope that binds my hands and pulls them over the back of my head. It’s pulling my face and chest off the couch and into a sitting position on my knees with my legs tucked under me. Tears fall from my eyes, and my hair sticks to my wet face.
The rope around my wrists and whatever is in my ass is pulled tighter, and a moan escapes my shaking lips.
“That’s it, Charlotte. That’s the sound I want to hear come out of that perfect mouth of yours.”
I can’t see much but shapes out of my blurry, covered eyes. Seconds later, his hands are on my face, and he’s pushing my hair back. I blink rapidly, letting the fresh tears fall to see he’s now sitting on the couch in front of me while I remain kneeling between his now open legs. My arms are still up above my head, bent backward, my tied wrists rest at the back of my neck.
I pull on them only to cry out as it moves whatever is in my ass. “What…what did you do?” I try again but nothing.
His lips pull slightly at the corners as his hands drop to my neck. Hooking his finger into the ring of my collar, he pulls me forward while he leans into me.
HAIDYN
I place my face in front of hers, and she’s gasping with her plump lips parted. I hold her in place as I say, “Your arms are tied behind your head, and the rope is attached to the anal hook that I inserted into your ass.”
Her tear-filled eyes widen. I pull her closer, closing the short space, and place my lips on hers. She kisses me back immediately. No hesitation, just a woman begging to be fucked and needing to be taken. She’s so submissive it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve had a week with her in my home, and I take advantage of it any chance I get.
My free hand reaches out and rubs her left breast. I tied her arms this way on purpose. She moans into my mouth, and I roll my fingers around her hard nipple, pinching it. She tries to pull away, but I yank harder, and I swallow the cry that follows.
Pulling away, she gasps as she kneels before me. I release her collar and run my knuckles down her heaving chest to where both hands grip her nipples. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“Haidyn,” she whispers my name. Her head falls back, and I watch her neck work when she swallows.
I slap her breast, and her body jerks as another cry echoes through the house. Every little movement she makes has the anal hook moving inside her ass. She has a choice—release the tension on the anal hook in her ass, which means she has to push her arms farther back, or let her arms relax and pull on the hook.
I slap it again and then again, harder each time until she’s screaming my name. Her chest is red, and she lowers her head as more tears fall from the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re a rich royal blue—they look like sapphires.
“Please,” she begs, body trembling.