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)
“Please what, doll face?” I pinch her nipple again. She knows how to use her words.
She yanks on her arms, making herself cry out once more.
I smile at her lack of thinking. I want to see my girl confused. Overwhelmed.
I release her and sit back into the couch. My hands rest on my jean-clad thighs while I allow her a second to get herself together.
My hands go to my belt, and I unbuckle it. She licks her lips, already knowing where this is going, and I’m so fucking hard at how quickly she’s learning.
Unzipping my jeans, I pull my cock out and stroke it. Her heavy eyes are on it. “I’m going to sit here and watch the game while you hold my cock in your mouth.”
She blinks before her eyes lift to meet mine, but she looks dazed. “What are you going to do, doll face?” I ask, still stroking my cock, jealous of the anal hook that’s currently buried deep in her ass. I want to be there right now.
“Hold your cock in my mouth…” Her words are breathless, and I know her pussy is soaked.
“That’s a good girl.” I run the pad of my thumb over her parted lips, and she opens them wider to let me slip it in. She wraps her lips around it but doesn’t suck. “That’s it…” I smile at her. “That’s what a good whore does.”
Her eyes fall closed, and I pull it free from her mouth. “Do as you’re told, doll face,” I command, sitting back into the couch.
Her eyes open, and she leans forward. A soft cry comes from her parted lips when she realizes that leaning over the edge of the couch will pull the rope taut, yanking on the anal hook. Her lips wrap around my dick, and I watch her eyes shut.
“Eyes on me, Charlotte,” I command. “When my cock is in your mouth, your eyes are open.”
Her wet lashes flutter open, and she looks up at me through them. I push her head down farther, forcing more of my cock into her warm mouth, and she mumbles around it. “How’s your ass feel?” I smile, watching the tears run down her cheeks. “Is your pussy as wet as your face? I bet it’s begging to be fucked.”
She blinks again and mumbles around my dick. The vibration makes my cock twitch inside her mouth.
I let go of her hair and pick up the remote beside me. I turn up the volume to the TV as I let her kneel before me with my cock shoved into her mouth. She lied to me. She’ll learn I don’t tolerate being lied to.
FORTY-EIGHT
CHARLOTTE
Iblink, clearing my vision as drool runs from my mouth while his cock is shoved into it. My arms have gone numb tied up and behind my head, and kneeling over at this angle pulls on the hook in my ass and every little movement makes me moan. It’s uncomfortable but no longer painful. It feels…good.
I adjust my bent knees; my thighs are sweaty, and my toes tingle from the kneeling position.
One of his hands rests on the back of the couch while the other gently plays with a strand of my hair. His blue eyes are on the TV. I’m guessing the game is still on, but I can’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears.
The zipper to his jeans digs into my chin and cheeks. He remained dressed on purpose. I still haven’t seen him naked. It’s another sign of dominance. I’ve seen enough porn where the Dom is in a suit and tie, and their submissive is crawling on all fours—naked, collared, and leashed. She’s his toy, his property. His to do whatever he wants with.
Haidyn was right when he said my pussy is wet. It’s running as much as my open mouth. He moves his hand to slide into my hair at the crown of my head, and he pushes my mouth down farther while he lifts his hips. I gag as his new position forces me to readjust on my knees. My arms pull on the rope, and I moan as it pulls on the hook.
His eyes drop to mine, and he gives me an innocent smile. “Enjoying yourself, doll face?”
I stare up at him with heavy eyes, rocking my hips back and forth. My hard nipples rub against the edge of the couch cushion. “Leave your mouth open,” he commands, and I wonder what the hell he means by that when his cock is down my throat.
He yanks on my hair, ripping his dick from my mouth, and I gasp, leaving my mouth open like he told me to. Instead, he places two fingers at the back of my throat, making me gag once more. My shoulders jerk forward and pull on the rope, forcing a whimper from my full mouth.