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)
“You’re doing great, doll face.” He encourages me and then grabs my other breast. He places that clip on as well and my body trembles as wetness leaks from my pussy. “So beautiful.” Stepping into me, he grips my face and lowers his lips to mine.
I kiss him desperately, needing him inside me. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to be fucked more than I have right now. He pulls away, and I suck in a ragged breath as he orders, “Open wide.”
My trembling lips part, and he lifts the chain, pulling on my breasts, and he places the center of the chain in my mouth. “Don’t drop it.”
He steps away, and I look at myself in the mirror through watery eyes and see the clamps pulling my breasts up and my nose begins to run. My teeth bite down on the cold metal, and the rope wraps around my chest like a harness.
He guides his cock into my soaked pussy, and I suck in a sharp breath through my clenched teeth at the sting of his size stretching me. Fuck, it feels so good. Especially with the added butt plug. He reaches out and grips both of my breasts. He massages them, and it pulls on the chain in my mouth, but I bite down on it no matter how much it pulls on my breasts.
“Good girl,” he growls. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Watch yourself, doll face. You’re going to come all over my cock and then lick it clean, do you understand?”
I nod the best I can, sucking in deep breaths through my nose. He begins to fuck me hard and fast, not wasting a second, and each thrust has my boobs moving enough that it pulls on the clamps, making me wetter and wetter.
He grips my ponytail and shoves me forward. When he yanks my head back, it pulls the chain taut, making it slip from my drooling mouth, and I cry out.
Shaking his head, he reaches around with his free hand, slips his three middle fingers through the chain, and shoves his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to hold the chain.
I rise on my tiptoes and spit flies from my mouth as he gags me. My shoulders shake and my thighs clench as his cock fucks my soaked cunt. My breathing comes in short pants, and my skin gets flushed from the pain caused by the clamps.
“Come on my cock, doll face. I know you want to. I can feel how close you are.” He smiles at me. “You love being my fuck toy.”
My eyes grow heavy, and my pussy clenches down on his pierced dick as I come all over it.
HAIDYN
I pull out of her pussy to see my cock covered in her cum. I remove my fingers from her mouth, and she gasps. Taking a new piece of rope, I connect it to the single column tie on her wrists and tie the excess to the upper bar, and it puts her at a ninety-degree angle—bent over the metal bar at her waist.
The room fills with her heavy breathing as she tries to come down, and I retrieve a one-pound dumbbell. When I bought the set, I wondered what the hell I’d do with one pound, but it’s going to come in handy for my girl. Placing it on the floor below her, I grab a piece of rope and drape it over the chain connecting the nipple clamps and pull on it gently, watching her tied arms stretch just a little.
“HAIDYN,” she cries out.
“Almost done, Charlotte. Then you get what you want.” She wants to be fucked. Again. She can’t get enough, and neither can I. And it has nothing to do with the bitch who was naked in my kitchen just an hour ago.
Charlotte whimpers, her eyes tightly shut as I tie off the rope to the dumbbell that sits on the floor.
“Oh my god.” She gasps. When she pulls her upper body up, it lifts the dumbbell off the floor, tugging on her breasts and making her cry out.
“Life is about choices, doll face,” I tell her, and she lifts her head to look at me.
Tears run down her pretty face. I reach up and cup her cheek, and she leans into my hand. “I…please…” She closes her eyes tightly.
I let go of her face and stand, then pick up the last piece of rope and wrap it around her throat. After making sure she has plenty of room and won’t choke, I reach up and tie off the extra to the bar at the top of the workout equipment. “This is what they call predicament bondage,” I explain. It’s the same thing I did with the anal hook, but I will admit this one is a little more advanced. “You either choose pain or choking.”