Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“It’s Sara Lynn,” I manage to say. “She’s just—she’s always been like that.”
“Even more reason.” He grabs the hem of my panties and rips them down. I moan and whimper.
“Ford, please.”
“No, Katherine. You’re not getting out of this.” He spanks me again but this time follows it up by stroking his fingers down my slick pussy. I’m soaking wet and moaning as his fingers part my lips and tease my clit, and pleasure bashes into pain and makes my brain go haywire.
He releases my wrist. I grab the edges of the sink as he grips my hair and pulls. I gasp and look into the mirror and Ford’s eyes are blazing with desire as he stares back at me and spanks me again, and again, and again. I’ll be red and bruised in the shape of his hand when this is over but his fingers give me pleasure too, they tease me and slide inside of me and roll around my clit, and each spank is followed by an equal amount of pleasure, until him alternating between spanking and teasing has me riding right along the edge of orgasm, and I can’t control it anymore.
“Ford, Ford, fuck, Ford,” I whimper and moan. “Please, more, more, more.”
“You greedy, filthy fucking girl,” he growls and fucks me with his fingers. There’s nothing gentle in him now—it’s all control and intense desire. “You let your family walk all over you but I will not marry a spineless woman. No, I’m going to spank you raw every time I see you fail to stand up for yourself and I’m going to fuck this cunt rough with my fingers whenever you keep your mouth shut when you should speak up, and I’m going to train you to give a shit about yourself the way you should.”
“Oh, fuck, Ford,” I gasp, back arching as he keeps going, faster and faster, gripping my hair tight until I can’t take it anymore and I come violently on his fingers, my whole body twitching and writhing against him as he controls me through it. I nearly black out as he finishes with me, and when I’m done, I fall down to my knees, panting in front of him.
He stands over me, a looming monstrosity, haloed by the overhead light. He tilts my chin up and looks into my eyes.
“Good girl,” he says and puts his fingers in my mouth. I suck them and feel a strange grateful need rush through me. “That’s my good girl. I know that was hard. I know it hurt. But it hurts me to watch you let someone talk like that to you.”
“I’ll do better,” I say with the taste of my pussy on my tongue.
“You will,” he agrees and helps me up. He pulls my panties back into place and adjusts my dress for me and I try to do my best to fix my hair but there’s not much I can do about that mess. “I’ll go out first. I have a feeling your cousin won’t be out there waiting.”
I nod slightly and he disappears back out the door, leaving me alone.
I stare into the mirror at myself.
Ford’s right, I should’ve said something to Sara Lynn. I should’ve told her to go to hell or punched her in the face or any of a thousand other responses instead of hanging my head and taking it—
But for years and years that woman’s terrorized me and I turn into my teenage self every time she uses that stupid nickname like it has the power to hypnotize me and take away all the strength and self-worth I’ve worked so hard to build up over the years.
Maybe spanking me and getting me off in a bathroom isn’t exactly the best way to teach me self-worth—
But it definitely was unique, I’ll give him that.
Chapter 20
Ford
Another week passes. Time moves in fits and jumps. It stretches forever when we’re together and condenses during those ugly daytime hours when we’re apart. When Kat and I first started sleeping together, we’d wait until it got dark and we were both in bed before we would finally give in to our near-constant need. It became almost a ritual—pretend like things were normal, like we weren’t going to have filthy and sweaty sex for half the night, until the lights turn out and suddenly she’s gagging on my cock and I’m sucking her clit and making her scream my name.
But eventually I stopped playing the game.
It got to the point where I couldn’t wait anymore. I’d come home to find her in the kitchen and I’d have her there, sucking my cock, choking on it, bent over the counter and taking her from behind, or riding me in the living room nice and slow and edging her closer and closer until she explodes or finding her painting a guest room and holding her down on the floor and licking her pussy from behind before dominating her into orgasm.