Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Talon’s hands are rough yet gentle as he slides them up my calves, over my knees, to the tops of my thighs. He stops, kneeling at the foot of the bed. His eyes are fixed on my face, making sure I’m watching.
“First lesson,” he growls, “is you don’t get to hide.”
He slides two fingers into the waistband and pulls the g-string off, slow, scraping the mesh along the inside of my thighs, then dropping it over the edge of the bed. The air hits my cunt and I shiver, every muscle tightening.
He reaches for the pasties, but doesn’t peel them off. Not yet.
“Are you frightened, little one?” he asks, his voice almost gentle.
“Yes,” I breathe, and it’s the truest thing I’ve ever said.
He smiles, small and wolfish. “Good.”
He leans over me, hands braced on either side of my waist, and bites the inside of my thigh, just above the knee. Not enough to bruise, but enough to make me yelp.
“Lesson two,” he rasps, “is you take what I give you.”
He works his way up my body, biting and kissing, alternating pain and tenderness. He stops at my tits, mouthing my nipples through the pasties, sucking the tips into hard peaks. Then he peels them off, slow and precise, watching my face the whole time.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, taking in the succulent mounds. “Goddamn.”
When my breasts are bare, he kneads them with both hands, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The sensation is sharp, a live wire running from my breasts to my cunt.
“Oh,” I whimper with delight, already twisting against him. “Mmm!”
He lowers his mouth and sucks each nipple in turn, first gentle, then harder, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
“Say thank you,” he says, not lifting his head.
“Thank you, Master,” I moan, not sure if I’m supposed to mean it, but meaning it anyway.
He moves down, tongue tracing a line from the valley between my breasts to the soft plain of my belly. His hands slide under my thighs, pushing them apart until I’m spread wide. I can feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, and I squirm, desperate and mortified at once. Oh my god, I’m so exposed! Of course, Talon’s kissed me here many times, but he seems to enjoy just looking at me. He uses his fingers to pull my labia apart, revealing the steaming pink of my insides and literally licks his lips with anticipation.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Kitten.”
But he doesn’t fuse his lips to my clit. Instead, he presses a thumb to it, just enough to make me whimper, while his mouth kisses the insides of my thighs, over and over, never giving me what I want.
I try to arch my hips up, but the cuffs hold me fast.
“Lesson three,” Talon murmurs, “is patience.”
He flattens his tongue and licks a slow, broad stripe up the seam of my cunt. My entire body jerks, the sensation so intense it borders on pain.
“Oh!” I cry out, back arching. “Mmm, more!”
He does it again, then again, building a rhythm. His tongue is strong, deliberate, mapping every inch of me. He alternates slow strokes with quick flicks over my clit, keeping me on the edge but never letting me fall.
Then, Talon slides two fingers into me, twisting them as he pushes in. I’m so wet they glide, but he goes slow, making me feel every centimeter.
“God, you’re tight,” he rasps, voice muffled by my thighs. “Your pussy’s like a fucking vise. You ever had anything in your ass?”
I shake my head, breath coming in short, wild bursts.
He grins, the look pure evil. “Good. You’re going to learn. Today. Tonight.”
I watch, eyes wide, as he pulls his fingers out, damp and wet from my nectar, and spits on them for good measure. Then presses one to my asshole, circling it gently.
“It’s going to feel strange at first, but good,” he hums. “Just relax, sweetheart. I promise you’ll like it.”
The sensation is exactly as he describes: new, alien, but not unpleasant as he teases my pink pleats. He keeps licking my pussy, tongue moving faster now, while his finger worms into my asshole, pressing just enough to breach the ring of muscle.
I moan, loud and desperate, and he growls in response.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Just feel, baby. Relax and sink into it.”
He pushes his finger in, slow, while his mouth works my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, a wrongness that makes me want to scream.
“Please,” I beg, panting, not sure what I’m asking for. “Please, please, please.”
He doesn’t answer, just picks up the pace with a knowing look in those blue eyes. His finger in my ass moves slow and his tongue never stops. My pussy pulses and I start to come, the orgasm blinding and feral, my whole body writhing against the restraints.