Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
She has a fat dildo wedged inside her—only her pussy. I still need to train her ass to take me.
Her legs shake, and she rises off the saddle, straining for a respite.
“Ah, ah.” I flog her ass. It’s already flushed red, a prepared canvas for more of my marks. She’ll be taking the cane and the whip today, but first, I’m going to flog her a bit more. Make the blood rise to the skin so she feels everything that much more. “Get back down on that dildo.”
She makes a distressed noise but sinks down like a good girl. She’s so wet, it’s no hardship to slide right on.
Damn, she’s perfect. Tied up and in distress and wet as a raging river.
I pace around to her front to flog her chest. Her eyes are half-lidded, pleading.
“I’ll let you off when it’s time to cane you,” I tell her. “But first, I want you to orgasm a few more times for me.”
She groans behind the gag, eyes wild. I step close to stroke her sweaty hair back from her face.
“This is how you please me,” I tell her quietly. She nods and closes her eyes, giving up her will. It’s a heady power trip when a goddess like Inara gives over control. It turns me into a god. My muscles swell, and I move through the room like I’m ten feet tall.
Her body rocks on the saddle, and she moans through her orgasm. Her skin is slick with sweat. She’s still soaking the saddle, but her front isn’t as nearly as red as her backside. Time to rectify that.
I rock back and forth, letting the flogger swing easily, letting my feet do the work. St. James taught me the dance of a dom. It’s all about the footwork. The leather tails rain down. I beat her breasts until her head is tipped back and she’s leaning into each blow. She’s riding high on a wave of bliss.
This is supposed to be punishment. Punishment and a renewal of our connection. A baptism by fire. A start to our new lives.
I trade the flogger for a whip. “Ready?” I crack it next to her head. Her eyes fly open at the sound.
She stares up at me, fear and lust warring in her eyes. Her chest heaves.
Then she nods. The trust she gives me triggers a feeling so powerful that I feel like I’m floating. Like I could drift up to the sun.
It’s not easy to be with me. I require nothing less than all of her. But then I’ll give her all of me, too. Love and trust in an infinite loop. There’s nothing between us now.
The whip licks her torso. She’ll feel like I’m flaying the skin from ribs, but I’m being careful. The marks won’t last long. Which is fine. Once they heal, I’ll get to whip her all over again.
I pause to cut off the gag and free her mouth. “I want to hear you scream.”
She gives the screams to me, the sweetest music. Her poor breasts are mottled red. I even whip her nipples. That sends her over the edge again. More screams.
When her head droops like she’s too wrung out to hold it up, I put down the whip and cut the power to the vibration saddle. I cup her face, making sure she’s still with me.
“Did I do good for you?” she murmurs, and my heart cracks open.
“So good, little bird. You just need a break and some water, and then you can take more.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, drowsy with endorphins. I kiss her sweet face and steady her as I lift her off the dildo. She shudders like it kicked off another round of aftershocks.
She’s too limp to stand, so I take her weight while I admire the shining dildo.
“Gods, you soaked the floor. You’re going to lick that up for me later.”
That makes her moan again.
I put her on her knees on a platform in front of me. She’s still in tight bondage, but it’ll be a mercy for her to be off that vibrating saddle. Those last few orgasms must have been painful.
Her lips are dry from the adrenaline. I hold her chin and give her water, a few sips at a time.
Halfway through the bottle, she closes her eyes and leans into my hand.
“You’re doing so well,” I tell her. “My sweet little sub. I know you want to please me.”
She nuzzles my palm and kisses it. So damn sweet.
I can’t take it anymore. My cock is about to burst from my pants.
“I was going to cane you next, but first, you’re going to take care of this.”
I unzip myself and step close. She’s positioned on the platform at the perfect height for me to play with, so I cup the back of her head to guide her closer, and she gets to work.