Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
She needs my care and control. She craves it.
She was born to be mine.
I lay a towel on my lap and guide her to sit with her legs splayed and draped over mine. It’s awkward for her in the cuffs, but I angle her so she can relax against my right shoulder. She’s so much smaller than me; I can manhandle her like a doll.
The washcloth, shaving gel, and straight razor lie ready for me. I start with a warm washcloth on her sex to soften the hair and skin. She doesn’t startle until I spread copious amounts of gel over her pretty pussy lips.
“What—”
“Shhh. Don’t move, little bird. I don’t want to cut you.” She goes rigid as I set the straight edge at the valley between her labia and upper thigh. I carve a clean path through the white lather, rinse the blade in the running water, and repeat. Her skin is flushed red where I spanked her pussy, and I go slowly so it only takes a single pass to leave her smooth.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’m good with a blade.” She stops breathing. She’s a living statue in my arms, but I enjoy the intimacy, the deep level of trust. She can’t move or see; she can only submit.
All too soon, it’s over. I stroke the smooth petals of her sex to check for any stray hairs, then wipe her clean and pat her dry. I rest my hand on her chest to bring her back to life. “Breathe. This part’s over.” I wait until a sigh eases out of her to add, “From now on, I’m the one who cares for this.” I cup her between her legs so she knows exactly what I mean. “And I will be shaving you often.”
My bed waits on a raised platform in the dark cavern of my bedroom. Like the furniture in the dungeon wing, I had the bed specially made for her. It’s large enough for an orgy, and the frame is sturdy, with rings ready to tie her.
I lay her out and kneel over her, cuffing her to the headboard. Then I tie her ankles and pull the rope so her legs rise over her head. The position folds her in half and bares her freshly shaved pussy and bottom to me.
I started preparing her downstairs with my fingers and the dildo, but she’s not ready to take me yet. And I need her to be ready before I unleash myself on her.
I run my hands down the backs of her thighs, tracing the vicious cane marks I left from knee to rear. She whimpers, still blindfolded. I pet her sex. Her pussy lips are wet and plump, ripe for eating.
My cock protests when I stretch out on the bed, propping myself up so my face is level with her sex. Other than my hard dick digging into the bed, I make myself comfortable so I can feast. Her salt-and-honey scent makes my mouth water.
I lay my mouth on her again. She’s delicious, a dripping peach, and I could eat her all night and not find my fill. I swipe my tongue up and down her slit, lapping her up. I dig my fingers into her abused flesh, punishing her all over again.
I let my tongue slip lower to delve between her splayed ass cheeks. She writhes in her bindings, trying to break free. I lift a hand and squeeze her left breast, making her yelp.
My cock is so hard it could pound through steel. Only years of restraint keep me from spilling all over myself.
I tickle her clit until her stomach tenses, and she’s thrown her head back, giving herself over to her climax. And then I back off.
She moans, panting. I press my palm against her pussy and press lightly, grounding her, teasing her, keeping her on edge.
“The next time you come will be on my cock.”
“Rex, please—”
“No.” I swat her pussy and watch with sadistic pleasure as she tenses and howls. “When you’re naked, and I’m not, you call me ‘Sir.’” I go back to kissing her sweet cunt, ignoring her cries for mercy. Her thighs are taut on either side of my head. I savor her sweetness and devour her, licking my plate clean of salty nectar.
“Please, Sir,” she finally begs. I can tell she’s close by the quiver of her calves, her toes.
“Soon, little bird. You’re doing so well for me.” I stand and shuck off my underwear, admiring the beauty of her devastation. Her lips are plump from my kisses, and her glistening golden skin bears my marks.
She’s perfect like this, tied to my bed and thoroughly adored. I release the ties keeping her legs upright, allowing her to lie prone on the bed. But I’m not giving her a break. I kneel on the bed by her head and probe her lips with my cock. “Open.” Her lips part. My cock jerks at the first puff of her warm breath. I fight the pleasure building in the base of my spine and slide into her mouth. She feels like heaven, like home. “So good. Your mouth is perfect for me.” The praise makes her crane her head further, trying harder to please me. Her tongue strokes the underside of my cock, and her cheeks hollow as she adds suction. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet.”