Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I could feel every curve, every dip of the soft skin of her vulva against my own. The heat of her core radiated against my exposed sex, sending shivers of desperate need through me.
As Camille began to move, I couldn’t help but notice the change that came over her. Gone was the hesitant, embarrassed girl from moments before. In her place was a woman embracing her power, her dominance. Her eyes, usually so soft and kind, now held a predatory gleam that made my breath catch in my throat.
She started slowly, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm that had me arching beneath her. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel her wetness mingling with my own, our slick folds sliding together in the most delicious way.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands gripping her hips. “Camille, please…”
A wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Please what, Mary?” she purred, her voice lower and huskier than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations and the shame of my own arousal. “More,” I whispered, barely audible. “Please, more.”
Camille didn’t need to be told twice. She increased her pace, grinding down harder against me. The friction on my clit was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my core. I couldn’t hold back my moans any longer, each thrust drawing a desperate cry from my lips.
I opened my eyes to see Camille above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, only fueled my own arousal.
“That’s it,” Beaumont growled from somewhere beside the bed. “Fuck her hard, Camille. I’m lending Mary to you. Use her like you own her.”
His words seemed to ignite something in Camille. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head, and began to pound against me with an intensity that took my breath away. The new angle allowed her pubic bone to grind directly against my clit, and I cried out at the overwhelming sensation.
“Oh, fuck,” Camille gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “Mary, you feel so good. So wet for me.”
I could only whimper in response, my hips rising to meet her thrusts. The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter, bringing me to the very edge of release. Just as I thought I might tumble over that precipice, Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal.
“Stop!” Beaumont commanded sharply. “Don’t you dare come yet, you little sluts.”
I whimpered in frustration as Camille stilled her movements, both of us trembling on the edge of orgasm. My body ached with need, every nerve ending on fire.
“Good girls,” Beaumont purred. “Now, I want you to keep going, but don’t you dare come. Not until I say so. If either of you comes without permission, you’ll both feel the cane again.”
Hesitantly, Camille resumed her movements, slower now, more controlled. The delicious friction of her pussy against mine was maddening. I could feel my climax hovering just out of reach, my muscles clenching with the effort of holding back.
“Please,” I gasped, not sure if I was begging for release or for it to stop. “I can’t… it’s too… please… please… I need to…”
“You can and you will,” Beaumont growled. “You girls need training, and I mean to provide it. I’ll thrash you until you learn to obey me, if I have to.”
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Camille and I writhed together, desperately seeking release yet terrified of finding it. Sweat beaded on my skin, my entire body quivering with the effort of restraint. I could see the same struggle playing out on Camille’s face, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of our shared torment, marking the passing minutes. “Five minutes… seven minutes… nine minutes… See, girls? You’re learning.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when I was certain I would shatter into a million pieces, Beaumont finally spoke the words we’d been longing to hear.
“Come for me, my little whores. Come now!”
The dam broke. Pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed, my back arching off the bed as my pussy clenched and spasmed against Camille’s. Above me, Camille cried out her own release, her hips jerking erratically against mine.
But it didn’t stop there. As the first wave of pleasure began to ebb, another rose to take its place. I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock as a second orgasm overtook me, even more intense than the first.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my fingers digging into Camille’s hips. “Oh… oh, no…”
But my body paid no heed to my protests. A third climax built rapidly, crashing over me with such force that my vision went white around the edges. I was dimly aware of Camille collapsing on top of me, her body shuddering with her own multiple orgasms.