Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
He jerked himself from my mouth, leaving me coughing on my own spit, and grabbed my forearm. “I told you not to come. Did you?”
“No,” I promised, pleaded. “I was close.”
“Were you going to stop?”
“I...” I shook my head. “No, Sir.”
He tucked his erection back into his trousers. The bastard. He had never planned to actually finish. He just knew what the thought of making him come would do to me, that I would feel his need as strongly as I felt my own.
“Get up. Go to the bed and lean over it with your feet on the floor.”
The bed was high enough that this created something of a problem for me. I’m not super tall, so I had to strain to stay on my toes while my hips lay on the bed.
“You know what happens next, don’t you?” He asked, smoothing his palms over my ass and down my thighs.
“You’re going to punish me, Sir.” My eyes just about rolled back in my head at the thought. I held my breath, anticipating the crack of his hand against my skin.
He pulled away. “You choose, Sophie. Which method of punishment would you prefer?”
“Death by orgasms?” I asked with a giggle.
“Oh, we will most certainly get to that. Just not right now.” I turned my head to watch him as he went into the sitting room. He leaned down and lifted the leather paddle. “What do you think?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed. My jerky inhalations plucked at me from the inside, coaxing more hot, slick desire between my legs.
“Give me your hands.” He crossed my wrists at the small of my back and held them there, his knuckles biting into my spine.
“Five. I want you to count them for me, Sophie.” His voice was like dark, skin-warmed silk gliding over every aroused thought in my brain. The material of his trousers brushed the outside of my left thigh, he stood so, so close. I measured my breathing against the sound of his, every puff of air crossing lips swollen from sucking his cock.
Even though I knew it was a punishment, I couldn’t help the thrill that shocked through me with the first hard smack of the paddle. “One,” I gasped, a little surprised— and a lot thrilled— at how rough he was being. If he’d been holding back with me before, he certainly wasn’t now. The second, third, and fourth blows came right on top of each other, and I squirmed with the pain as I whimpered the count.
He smoothed the paddle over my inflamed skin before bringing down the fifth sharp strike, and I sobbed in pain. He released my wrists, but kept me pushed down. Leaning over my back, he whispered, “Do you understand what I meant, now? That I’m a different man in this situation?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. “We’re still... totally green.”
He chuckled darkly and slapped my stinging behind. “Get on the bed face down, spread your legs, and get your feet in the air.”
I scrambled to do as he bid. My vulva was achy and swollen, like all of the blood in my shivering body had rushed to my groin and the hot, painful skin of my ass. This was the closest I had ever felt to replicating that experience in the hotel room six years ago. This was new and exciting and a little scary, just like when he’d taken me over his lap and given me my first taste of pain during sex. It was just as erotic now as when I’d been an inexperienced eighteen-year-old.
The silky duvet was an exquisite torture against my nipples. I thought of the clamps, and wished he’d brought them. But my disappointment was faint in comparison to my arousal, which ramped up as he stepped between my spread legs.
With a hand on each side of my hips, he jerked my panties down, exposing my ass and dripping wet pussy. My knees were bent, my feet in the air as he’d instructed, and now I found out why. He pushed one of my feet against my ass and slipped the tall heel of my shoe beneath my panties. When he repeated the step on the other side, both of my legs were secured, my body completely exposed and vulnerable to him.
He slid two fingers into my cunt, and I panted a grateful, “Thank you, Sir.”
He moved them in and out languidly as he spoke to me. “I think I’ll fuck your ass tonight, Sophie. What do you say to that?”
My pussy clenched around his fingers at those words. I loved the tickle of dread in my stomach, because I did kind of fear the pain and the sometimes bizarre feeling of anal. I’d done this with Neil before; in fact, he was my first. I knew he would be super gentle about the whole thing, but it seemed like it might be different, doing this as his sub and not his super horny one-night stand.