Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
He wastes no time putting the tip of the syringe into her ass and starts to fill her with the water. She cries, begs him to stop, but he continues until the bowl is empty. Her stomach has expanded. She looks like she could be seven months pregnant once he’s satisfied.
“That’s my girl,” he praises her. “Such a good whore.” She whimpers, tears running down the side of her face. “Tell them, sweetheart. Tell them how much of a painslut you are.” She can’t say anything over her sobbing. “I used cooler water; it’ll cause more cramping than warm water,” he informs her.
Saint hands the syringe off to a friend while he keeps his fingers on her ass to hold the water in. The friend opens the tampon and hands it to him. He removes his fingers only to replace it with the tampon.
His friends let go of her shaking knees, and Saint gets up on the bed to sit by her head. “Hand me a small pillow.” He points at a guy who sits on a chair over in the corner of Saint’s room recording. The guy tosses it in the air, and Saint kneels, pushing it up underneath her neck and shoulders, arching her head back. “Someone start a timer,” he barks out, kneeling above her head.
She looks up at him through watery lashes, tears running down her face, body shaking uncontrollably. “Saint, please. I can’t…”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he tells her, and she shakes her head at him. “Yes. And after I come down your throat, I’m going to fuck that ass.”
After he came, he left her tied there and sat down to play video games while she continued to cry and beg him to let her release the water. When the timer went off, he did just that, taking her to the bathroom, leaving us all in the room waiting. Curious to see what would happen. They were in there for what felt like forever. Once they returned, he kissed her before he tied her down once again, this time facedown with her ass up in the air. And he fucked her ass just like he promised while we all watched her get off on it. Then he let his two friends fuck her ass as well.
I get the whole watch me fuck what’s mine. But even then, I didn’t understand the concept of sharing. What’s the point of having something if everyone else gets it too? But some men get off on the fact they have the power to loan their women out. That was also the first time I ever saw a painslut in action. I spent many months after that watching porn of men and women getting off on receiving and giving pain.
“Ty-son,” my wife whispers my name, getting my attention.
“Almost, Lake,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good, little darling. Almost done.” I finish off the last bit and pull it out. “Hold it in there, Lake.” I only gave her 300 cc. Not much compared to the gallon I watched the girl get that night at the house of Lords party. But to someone like Laikyn, who has never done it before, it will be uncomfortable.
I gently grab her upper arm and slowly pull her to stand. I undo my belt and then turn her to where she faces me. Her pretty eyes are downcast, staring at the floor. “Look at me.”
She lifts to meet mine, and she’s got unshed tears in them.
“Hold it in for ten minutes.”
Her shoulders shake.
“Then you can go to the bathroom. After that, I want you to shower and get ready for your shift. Do you understand?”
She nods, her eyes dropping to the floor once again. “Lake?” I command, and she raises her eyes to meet mine through her wet lashes. “You will probably need to go more than once. But you should be fine by the time your shift starts.” I cup both sides of her face and lean down, kissing her lips. She doesn’t kiss me back. I taste her tears and my cock makes me want to bend her over and fuck her cunt. But I can’t right now. I’ve got plans for her tonight. Another first of many to come with my new bride. “I want you down in my office before you start, understand?”
“Y-yes,” she whispers brokenly.
“Good girl,” I tell her, then I turn and leave her alone.
THIRTY-FOUR
LAIKYN
When I was in high school, I had a friend named Margaret. My parents loved her. They thought she was the best friend to have. Virgin, never partied, no drugs or alcohol. She was the only friend I was allowed to continue to have after my sister passed because she was a “good girl.” Did everything her parents asked of her and wasn’t a slut like the other girls—my mother’s words.