Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Very good,” he said, tucking his cock, glistening from my mouth, back into his pants. “You managed that quite well for someone out of practice.”
Before I could respond or even catch my breath properly, his hands were on my arms, pulling me up and across his lap. The position was achingly familiar yet different—Jacob had spanked me this way countless times, but Scott’s thighs felt broader, more solid beneath me. My bare bottom was elevated, the garter belt framing it obscenely in my mind’s eye.
“Now then,” he said conversationally, his hand stroking over my exposed flesh, “let’s see how responsive you really are.”
His fingers found my wetness immediately, sliding through my folds, back and forth lightly and then with more pressure. I gasped at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Tell me, Grace,” he said as his fingers began to circle my aching clit with maddening precision, “what do you think about when you touch yourself? What fantasies run through that pretty head when you’re alone in bed?”
“I don’t,” I gasped, squirming as his fingers continued their torment. “I never… I don’t do that.”
His hand stilled. “Never?”
“No, sir.” My face burned with the admission. “It wasn’t… Jacob didn’t like me to. And even before, in the program, it was forbidden.”
“And since Jacob left?” His fingers resumed their movement, slower now, teasing. “Two weeks of freedom, and you never once gave in to temptation?”
“No,” I whispered, though the word came out as more of a moan as he found a particularly sensitive angle.
“Interesting.” His other hand traced down the cleft of my bottom, making me tense. “And what about here? How did you feel when Jacob used this pretty little hole?”
His finger circled that forbidden entrance, and I couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped me. The truth was complicated, shameful, but I knew he wanted the simple answer.
“I… I did it because I was supposed to,” I managed, trying to keep my voice steady even as his fingers continued their dual assault. “Because a good wife submits to her husband’s pleasure.”
“Hmm.” His finger pressed more firmly against the tight ring of muscle, not entering but threatening. “I don’t think you’re being entirely honest with me, Grace.”
“I am!” I protested, but even I could hear the lie in my voice.
“Your body tells a different story,” he murmured, and suddenly his finger pushed inside, just to the first knuckle. The intrusion made me cry out, my whole body clenching around him. “See? You’re practically pulling me deeper, begging for more.”
He worked his finger in further, past the tight resistance, and I sobbed at the burning stretch. It was so different from Jacob’s careful, almost hesitant treatment of my bottom hole—Scott took his time, letting me feel every millimeter as he claimed this most private part of me. His other hand never stopped its relentless circling of my clit, creating a maddening contrast between pleasure and the sharp discomfort of penetration.
“You’re so tight here,” he observed clinically, beginning to move his finger in shallow thrusts. “Your husband really didn’t use you properly at all, did he? Just quick little reminders of ownership, never taking the time to truly open you up.”
I couldn’t form words, could only whimper as he established a rhythm—his finger pressing deep into my bottom while his other hand worked my clit with devastating skill. The combined sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything I’d experienced. Even through the burn and stretch, I could feel something building, a pressure that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than just physical stimulation.
“That’s it,” he murmured, adding a second finger to my bottom without warning. I cried out at the fuller intrusion, my body trying to pull away even as his hand on my clit kept me pinned in place. “You’re going to come for me now, Grace. You’re going to come with my fingers in your ass, and it’s going to be better than anything that fumbling boy ever gave you.”
His fingers curled inside me, finding some spot that drew a sob from deep in my chest. Combined with the relentless pressure on my clit, it was too much. The orgasm hit me like a physical blow, ripping through me with an intensity that made me scream. My whole body convulsed, clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It went on and on, far longer than anything I’d experienced with Jacob, until I was sobbing and shaking over his lap.
“There we go,” Scott said with satisfaction, slowly withdrawing his fingers. “That’s what you’ve been missing.”
I lay limp across his lap, utterly spent, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. My body still trembled with aftershocks, and I could feel tears and mascara streaking my face.
“Get up,” he commanded, his voice returning to its businesslike tone. “You may get dressed.”