Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
He lifted his hips and slid the black silk down his legs. His cock was semi-hard, and he stroked himself slowly as I threw my leg over his. I pressed my body close and kissed as much of his chest as I could reach, then down, trailing the ends of my hair over his skin.
“I loved that. All of it,” I purred against his ear. “I love it when you control me. When you punish me and hurt me. I love losing control over myself. Losing myself.”
A deep sigh rumbled from him. He was hard now, his foreskin rolling over the tight pink head of his cock with every pump of his hand.
I slid down his body, sucking and licking at his stomach. I rose to my knees to straddle his thigh. My wet, sore vulva plastered to his skin, and he groaned at the touch of it. Covering his hand with my own, I leaned down and hovered my mouth over the head of his cock. I didn’t close my lips or suck, or even flick my tongue out. I just let a thin line of drool run from my mouth, directly onto his tip, until he squirmed his hips on the bed. I made him wait as long as I could stand before I closed my lips over him and took in as much of him as I could.
Bent over wasn’t the ideal position for giving head, but I worked him with a hand that replaced his own, never speeding up, just a slow, lazy suck and swirl of my tongue as I glided my hand up and down his length. When his hips began to pump in time to my motion, and then sped as though desperately reaching for more, I slipped the point of my tongue between his foreskin and glans and swept over the super sensitive spot on the bottom of the head. His hands fell to my head, and he held on, thrusting deep enough to gag me. His body strained beneath me, and he made a noise that could have been either pleasure or pain as he erupted, filling my mouth and throat. I coughed and cum ran out over his cock and my hand, and I used it as I milked the last drops from him before giving a tiny, chaste peck to the head.
He hissed and laughed at that, and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Oh, Sophie. This was a fantastic birthday present.”
“Thank you.” I pulled the covers over both of us, taking a moment of sadistic delight in the way he gingerly tried to avoid contact between the sheets and his penis.
“Did you enjoy yourself? Anything you would have changed?” It was his usual check in, and I loved it every time. It felt nice to be valued, rather than abandoned with a quick cuddle before the snores started. My past partners had been terrible for that.
I considered his question. “Nothing you did, but something does bother me.”
“Hmm?” he asked, situating me more comfortably against his shoulder. His fingers skated down my spine and back in long, slow sweeps.
“I don’t like that you were able to just call up the front desk and be all, ‘hey, there’s going to be a woman screaming, ignore it,’ and they were totally cool with it.” I frowned. Saying it out loud made it even more troubling.
“When you say it that way, I suppose it is a bit…”
“Yeah.” I didn’t want to think about it anymore, but the idea seized my brain. “When I think about what someone could do… Not you, but some other guy, some sicko posing as a Dom…”
My chest felt as though it would cave in, and my throat closed. I tried to gasp for air, and tears leaked from my eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I was in a full-blown anxiety attack.
Neil sat up and pulled me close as fast as he could, his face pressed to the top of my head as he rocked me. “It’s all right. It’s all right,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
This was, by far, the worst sub drop I’d ever experienced. The thought of someone exploiting me as I was helpless nauseated me and paralyzed me with fear. There was no danger of that happening, and I tried to reassure myself with what little logic I still had left in me. Neil would never hurt me that way, and I would never do this with anyone but Neil. But just the thought of someone being hurt or abused, a young woman, trusting of her partner as I was and having that trust shattered through brutality, crushed me from the inside, until all I could do was sob hysterically.
“I’m here, darling. Breathe through this.” There was a helplessness in his voice that I knew he was trying to control; if he gave in to it, he couldn’t help me. “Just breathe. This will pass.”