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)
“It’s when a slut likes to be tied up with rope. That you get turned on being helpless…and at someone else’s mercy.”
I close my eyes, placing the side of my face on the table, hoping he won’t see my cheeks turn red.
The sound of him unbuckling his belt makes my heart race and thighs clench. Then the swoop of it being released from the loops. I scream as it lands on my ass, making me pull on the ropes. “That was for your sarcasm yesterday.” Swat. “That was for your sarcasm today.” Swat. “And that one was because I can see how fucking wet your cunt is when I play with you.”
I’m gasping, body trembling, ass on fire, and sweating. I expected him to fuck my face for my sarcasm, and that was exactly why he spanked me like an unruly child instead. He wants to keep me surprised.
“Hmm? Tell me, doll face. Tell me you’re wet and want me to fuck you.” His hand goes between my legs, and I arch my ass up in the air even more, wanting his fingers inside my pussy.
“Please?” I’m more than willing to beg. The fact that my body pulls on the restraints proves he’s right when a moan escapes my parted lips at how helpless I really am.
Swat. “Don’t beg. Tell me.”
I sniff, my nose now running as the burning sensation intensifies on my backside. “I need…I need you to fuck me. Please, I need to get off.” My clit pulses, begging for his attention. I’ve been horny for years but never like this. The ache hurts so much I’ll do anything for him to soothe it.
“Look at you using your words, such a good girl.” His hand massages my stinging ass, and I moan, wiggling it the best I can. “But that’s not why I came over tonight. That’ll have to wait.”
I sag onto the table with a frustrated growl. I try to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing but can’t see shit with my hair down. I should have worn it up. It’s sticking to my sweat-covered face, chest, and arms. It’s itchy.
His hand drops between my spread legs, and he runs his fingers over my pussy and up between my ass cheeks. I clench them even though I know it won’t stop him.
His fingers disappear only to come back a second later, and this time, they feel…wet? “Haidyn…”
He pushes one into my ass, and I yank on the restraints, my breath momentarily taken away. “You think I’m only going to fuck your mouth and cunt, Charlotte?”
I whimper as he pulls it out and pushes it back in again. I try to pull away, but he’s got me tied too tight. There’s not enough give to get away from his touch. It just makes my pussy wetter and my need for him greater.
“Your pretty pussy will be the last thing I fuck.” He removes his finger, and I’m gasping, trying to prepare myself for his dick.
I know anal sex takes time. From what I’ve heard anyway. Surely, he’s not going to just fuck me right here right now. Probably. Men like Haidyn want to make women bleed. They like to take what they know they can’t have. And I’d never willingly give that up.
I close my eyes when I feel his hand at my ass once again, and he pushes something inside it. My ass gives way even though I try to stop it. It closes around something, and I relax but quickly tense once more when I feel something new being pushed into me. It’s bigger, stretching me wider. I lift my head and cry out at the sting of the stretch.
TWENTY-SIX
HAIDYN
“Good girl.” I rub her reddened cheeks while my eyes stare at the base of the butt plug I just pushed into her ass. I walk to the side of the coffee table and sit on the couch, looking over her shaking, tied-down body.
Her cries have subsided, but her heavy breathing can be heard over the crying woman on TV. I’m going to prepare every hole she has. Fucking her cunt will be a privilege for her. I’ll still make sure she gets off because there’s power in that, but her body will learn to climax in other ways than having her pussy filled.
“Hai-dyn,” she says, her voice trembling. “What…what’s in me?” She sniffs.
I reach out and slide the coffee table closer to the couch. Gripping a handful of her hair, I yank her cheek up off the glass and wrap my free hand around her delicate neck as I whisper in her ear. “It’s a butt plug, doll face. You’re going to beg me to fuck that ass of yours, so I have to stretch it.” Not a total lie.
“No…” She tries to shake her head, but my hand prevents it.