Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Making her go upstairs without me is a power move that she might not be ready for.
I nip her ear and make my voice dark and seductive. “Hold that plug tight between your cheeks and think about what I’m going to do to you when I get up there.”
She shifts from foot to foot, clearly getting used to the sensation of having the plug inside her ass.
“When you get upstairs, you can touch yourself if you need to.” I stroke between her legs as a demonstration. Her hands fly to my chest, and I see her pupils blown wide with lust. “When I come up, I’m going to give you a good fucking, so you’ll remember who you belong to.”
Lara
Baron squeezes my ass possessively. There’s a part of me that wants to resist all of this–a part that still wants to punish Baron for not being straight with me about why we had to get married. About what role I’m serving as the pawn in their game. I keep thinking if I could figure that out, I can figure my way out of this. But he’s not talking.
But that part has been drugged by his dominance. No part of me doesn’t want to be touched by him right now, in whatever way he wants to touch me. Even if that means plugging my ass and spanking me with a leather slapper. I’m beyond turned on–dripping wet and braindead.
The only part I don’t like right now is the idea of leaving Baron. Everything feels right in these moments when his attention is on me. When he’s directing me, dominating me, making me feel like I’m the center of the Universe.
But when he’s not, I’m reminded of how alone I am here. How I can’t trust anyone, and I don’t have friends. How Baron will chase away any friends I make. At least any male ones.
“I won’t be long, printsessa,” Baron murmurs when we get to the top of the stairs and exit the closet, somehow reading my mind in that uncanny way of his.
The party is winding down. The living room is only half as full as it was before, and the music Anya’s playing has a slower, groovier feel.
“I just want to make sure they can wrap this up without me.”
“If you take too long, I’ll be asleep,” I warn.
His lips crook into a faint smile. “You won’t be.” He gives a tender kiss, and I lean into him, not wanting to separate my body from his.
He tugs the hem of my dress down like he wants to be sure no one will see my bare ass and kisses my neck. “Go up there and take off your dress. Then pick the position you want to be fucked in and keep that pussy wet, malyshka.”
I nearly orgasm right there on the dance floor at his words.
He must see it because he kisses me again. “Good girl.” He gently guides me toward the staircase where Feliks stands in front of the velvet rope cordoning off the stairs. “I’ll be up to reward you in a few minutes.” He gives my ass another squeeze, which jostles the plug and turns my knees weak.
I walk up the stairs. Every step I take jostles the plug in my ass, which feels–I’m embarrassed to say because it seems so wrong–incredible. My natural lubricant drips between my inner thighs. There’s a sense of fullness inside me, heightened by my smarting ass and the feel of my anus being held open by the plug.
When I get to the bedroom, I remove my dress and flats, then brush my teeth and wash my face.
I debate Baron’s directive. Pick the position you want to be fucked in.
I can’t decide. As it turns out, Baron doesn’t take long at all. He opens the door to find me standing in front of the bed.
He closes and locks the door then cocks his head to the side and arches a brow. “Having trouble picking a position?”
I nod.
He starts quickly shucking his clothes. I watch, admiring the flexing muscles of his arms. “Is that pussy nice and wet?”
My fingers slide down my belly to dip into my juices. I nod. I’m beyond wet.
“Climb onto the bed, printsessa. Let me see if you’re wet enough.”
I gingerly climb up, careful to keep my anus clamped around the plug. Baron follows me up. “Let me taste this pussy.” He pushes me onto my back and spreads my knees.
I cry out when he simultaneously pumps the plug in my ass and licks into my pussy. His tongue swirls everywhere, lapping up my juices, stroking between my folds, sucking all my lady bits.
I’m going to come. My knees clamp down around his shoulders, butt lifting from the bedcovers, inner thighs trembling.
“Come for me, malysh.” Baron thrusts two fingers inside me and strokes my inner wall. “You deserve it. You took your punishment so well.”