Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
We stayed like that for several minutes, his hand moving in those gentle, soothing circles while I caught my breath. Finally, when my sobs had quieted to occasional hiccups, he spoke.
“Laura,” he said, his voice low and measured, “it’s time for you to learn to thank your sponsor for the discipline and pleasure he gives you.”
CHAPTER 12
Laura
My stomach flipped. Butterflies—no, more like a whole swarm of moths—filled my belly. I knew what he meant. I knew, but I needed to hear him say it. Needed to make him spell it out.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice small and shaky.
His hand stilled on my bottom. “I think you know exactly what I mean, sweetheart.”
I did. God help me, I did. My face burned even hotter than my spanked bottom, and I felt fresh wetness trickle from the seal between my legs.
“You’re going to kneel in front of me,” Mike said, his tone quiet but absolutely firm, leaving no room for negotiation. “You’re going to take my cock out of my pants. And you’re going to suck it until I come.”
Each of his words landed with devastating precision. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my sealed pussy clench hard.
“You’re going to learn to swallow every drop of my seed,” he continued, and I could hear something dark and hungry in his voice now. “Do you understand?”
“I… I don’t know how,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’ve never—”
“I know you haven’t.” His hand resumed its gentle stroking of my punished flesh. “I’m going to teach you how to please me. I’m going to teach you how to worship a man’s penis properly, and I’m going to teach you to take my cock deep when I decide to hold your head still and fuck your face.”
The crude words—fuck your face—sent a jolt of mortification through me so intense I thought I might actually die of shame right there over his lap. But underneath the mortification, that terrible heat was building again. The thought of kneeling before him, of taking his cock in my mouth, of being taught how to service him—it made my sealed pussy throb with renewed need. What was wrong with me? Why did the most degrading things make me feel this way?
“Stand up,” Mike said, and his leg lifted from the backs of my knees, releasing me.
I pushed myself up on trembling arms, my bottom on fire, my face wet with tears. My panties were still around my knees, and I had to shuffle awkwardly to get my balance. Mike’s hands steadied me at the waist.
“Take off your dress,” he said, his voice still gentle but with that unmistakable note of command beneath it.
My hands shook as I reached for the hem, bunching the red fabric in my fists. I pulled it up over my head, my arms trembling so badly I nearly got tangled in the material. When I finally freed myself, I stood there in just the white lace bra and my panties still tangled around my knees.
“Your breasts look very pretty in that bra,” Mike said, and the warmth in his voice made my stomach flutter despite everything. “Leave your panties exactly where they are. I love the sight of a girl sucking cock with her panties down around her knees.”
I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t make myself meet those dark eyes that saw too much, knew too much. My gaze fixed on the floor, on my flats, with my panties stretched between my knees, and I felt tears starting at the corners of my eyes. The humiliation was overwhelming—standing here nearly naked, my bottom still burning from the spanking, about to kneel before him and do something I’d hardly even imagined doing for some hypothetical someday husband.
But my vagina clenched hard beneath the seal, and without thinking I squeezed my thighs and my core the way Mike had just taught me. The sensation shot through me like lightning, and I realized with dawning horror that I could come again this way. Just from the lingering soreness of the spanking and the thought of having to kneel before the man who owned my body for all intents and purposes.
“Kneel down between my thighs,” Mike said, spreading his legs wider where he sat. “Open my zipper.”
The room spun as I shuffled forward, my panties restricting my steps. I lowered myself carefully to my knees on the hardwood floor, the position making my burning bottom throb with fresh pain. My hands reached out, trembling so badly I could barely control them, and found the tab of his zipper.
The sound it made as I pulled it down seemed impossibly loud in the quiet apartment. Inside, I could see black y-fronts, expensive-looking fabric that did nothing to hide the huge, hard thing stirring beneath. My breath caught in my throat. I was scared and fascinated and aroused all at once, my sealed pussy clenching rhythmically as I stared at the evidence of his arousal.