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)
She had her eyes tightly shut until I spoke, and they spring open in horror. “What…no…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I run my knuckles down the side of her wet cheek. “You can do it, Charlotte.”
She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath.
“Are you hurting?”
“No,” she whispers.
Just embarrassed. She needs to get used to this. I’m going to have her in so many situations that will have her blushing and crying. I have endless ideas.
“Please?”
Her little whine has my cock so fucking hard. Hell, I’ve been hard since the first time she walked into my life. I should have known she was a trap—something so beautiful can only be used as a weapon. I’ve survived my initiations and being tortured, and that’s stuff I signed up for. I’m not going to let pussy be the one thing that does me in.
“What are you begging for?” I ask her.
Her hands fist as she pulls on the belts that secure her small wrists to the top of the table. “I…uh,” she moans, her hips twisting from side to side. A soft sob comes from her plump lips, and I reach out, running my knuckles over her flushed cheeks to wipe away the tears from her face.
Her heavy eyes open and meet mine. Dropping my hand, I run them down over her heaving chest, and to test the waters, I gently caress her hardened nipple. Her boobs are perfect just like I imagined every time she sat in the room at Carnage pretending to be someone else. They’re bigger than they looked in her blouses that she would wear. Makes me wonder if she was hiding them on purpose. Her pussy is shaved, and she’s got a pink diamond belly ring in.
My eyes go back to her face, and she moans, her hips pulling against the belt. “Is this turning you on, doll face?”
She closes her eyes tightly and turns her face into the side of her arm, trying to hide from me.
Wrapping my hand around her fragile neck, I pin it to the table. “Look at me,” I command.
She straightens her head, swallowing against my palm as her wet lashes flutter open. “Eyes on me, Charlotte. I want to see you.”
She blinks, fresh tears running out of the corner of her eyes. “Talk to me. Use your words,” I urge her.
She parts her lips and takes in a shaky breath. Her hips lift off the table, and she whimpers.
Letting go of her neck, I pull out another medical strap from the side of the table and fasten it low across her hips, securing them. “Don’t want you to pull it out,” I tell her even though I know it’s not possible. I move back to hover over her face. “Are you in pain?” I ask. My hand gently rubs her flat stomach, feeling her body tremble.
She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath. “No…but, what...is it? I—” She closes her eyes again and cries out. Poor thing is already so confused.
“I’m giving you a retention enema, Charlotte. I’m pumping soapy water into you. After I think you’ve taken enough, I’m going to make you hold it. When I think you’ve held it long enough, I’ll let you relieve yourself.”
She arches her neck and lets out a sob at my words. “Please,” she cries, fighting harder against the straps that hold her down.
Her nipples are hard, and I slap her inner thigh to see how she reacts to it. The moan that leaves her parted lips tells me all I need to know. “Words, Charlotte.”
“Y-es.” Her voice cracks, and I smile to myself because I didn’t ask her a question.
My hands trail over her heaving chest to her breasts once again, unable to stay away from them. “Your nipples are hard, doll face,” I say, cupping her right one and running my thumb over it.
Arching her back, she sucks in a ragged breath.
“Talk to me.” I want to make her uncomfortable. I want to humiliate her. I also want her to know that I don’t give a fuck what bothers her. I’m going to find her boundaries and push her further. She will have none once I walk away from her.
“Please?” she whispers.
“Please what?” I ask, my fingers now running down her sternum. The cold room is filled with her heavy breathing. I like the way it sounds. I can’t wait to see her struggle in the positions I’m going to put her in.
“I…” She licks her lips.
“Tell me.” My fingers run down over her stomach, to her pelvic bone over the straps and to her inner thigh. Her legs shake in the stirrups, and I smile. “You’re going to have to ask me, doll face.”
My eyes go to hers, and they’re tightly closed. I slap her inner thigh again in warning, and they pop open, meeting mine.