Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Ivan Antonov, though: his plans to enjoy me—all of me, body and mind and heart—didn’t simply involve whipping me and fucking me. My new master wanted to learn about me… about my mortifying sexual needs and about the effect the horrible compliance wand had on me.
I let out a sobbing moan and I spread my knees, somehow keeping back the words of abject gratitude that threatened to come to my lips. The impulse to whimper, “Thank you, Master,” seemed almost impossible to deny, but I managed it, and I took a degraded pride in having kept Ivan from learning the full extent of my humiliation.
His next words, and their physical accompaniment, ripped away every shred of that brief triumph. He took hold of my whole pussy, his thumb on my anus, and he squeezed so hard I cried out. At the same time, he said, “You’re going to beg to suck my cock, slut.”
My body bucked over his thigh, straining against his left arm with the massive, involuntary electrical force of pleasure and pain shooting through my nervous system. The wand couldn’t control that, and that made it an even worse insult to the independent, rational girl who still—always—lurked inside my mind. Those purely physical reflexes seemed to prove that my dark, wanton lust existed at a level so deep that words couldn’t even get there.
And again he hadn’t given an order. Ivan wanted to explore the terrifying gray area where the wand’s influence left off and my own bodily—and, to my distress, psychological—need for submission took over.
I resisted again, this time for a little longer. Ivan’s fingers relaxed a little between my legs. I whimpered in wordless, degraded gratitude. The fingers, already sopping with my helpless arousal, began to stroke gently. I moaned, but I kept resisting; I bit my lip hard to keep any possible word back, to hide it deep in my chest.
Then I felt my cheeks blaze with heat as I realized why I wasn’t complying. I knew I would have absolutely no choice in the end. I had thought, in the first moment after Ivan had made his shameful prediction—for it was actually only a prediction, “You’re going to beg,” and so I could in some possible universe fail to fulfill it, couldn’t I?…
I had thought…
Ivan’s fingers went gently up and down. Their tips pressed at the top, at the place the throbbing bud of my clit lay hidden.
Sobbing whimpers emerged from my closed mouth, as I had to bite harder on my lower lip to keep from speaking…
I had thought that I would resist in order to win a tiny victory over my master. I would make him use the wand to get me to do the degrading thing… to render up to him the virginity of my mouth.
As the waves of aching pleasure, amplified unbearably by the terribly ambiguous soreness in my bottom-cheeks and thighs, coursed through me, I understood. I was resisting out of greed for that pleasure, for my master’s skillful coaxing.
Ivan took his hand away.
I cried out with need, the impulse to squirm over his thigh and get some tiny stimulation that way thwarted by the wand’s effect: Ivan’s order to hold still remained in control. He didn’t have to say anything at all; I knew I would receive no further pleasure until I had served my master’s rigid, massive hardness as his new fuck toy must.
“Master…” I begged. “Master, please… please let me…”
CHAPTER 10
Ivan
“Please let you what?” I asked.
My adorable bed girl’s first time—her first sight of a man’s hardness, her first spanking, her first time over a man’s knee. The memory stirred my heart even as it made me just as hard, here and now after her interrupted visit to Devushkin’s palace.
I had the enchanting vision of Heather’s whipped bottom before my eyes, but I found my mind still dwelling on her very first visit to my study. I had the compliance wand in the pocket of my robe—my chauffeur Yuri had brought it to me a few moments before Heather arrived. With my left hand still caressing the naked girl’s taut, lovely backside, I slipped my right into the pocket and took out the little device.
I didn’t need it anymore; Heather obeyed me now without hesitation, even when I commanded the most degrading acts. That could mean playing with the sweetly complicated, blushingly pink folds of her adorable bare pussy, her eyes—according to my instructions—on my face as I gazed alternately into her beautiful hazel irises and at her wanton fingers slipping up and down along the length of her private lips… or holding herself still without any physical restraints as I birched her simply to remind her of her station as an owned fuck toy… or presenting her anus for fucking, prostrate on the rug with her hands behind her to open her punished bottom-cheeks and show me the naughty spot where she had earned a long, vigorous session on my rigid cock. Whether I used the wand or not, my sweet girl’s compliance had become instant, her need for my mastery clear despite the lovely blushes that still accompanied her submission to her owner’s humiliating whims.