Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
The words sent a deep shudder through her lovely, naked form. I watched the understanding of them move through her, the trembling clearly half humiliation and half arousal. I could already tell that Alex responded to framing almost as strongly as she did to touch. She needed structure around shame, or it would become chaos for her. Give it a ritual, a logic, and she could bear it. More than bear it.
“Undo my belt,” I said.
Her lips parted. Then she closed them and swallowed hard. She reached out for my waist, her hands visibly shaking.
She did it carefully, with the grave concentration of a girl handling something both important and dangerous. The buckle gave her a little trouble because of the tremor in her hands. I let her struggle with it for a few seconds.
“Steady,” I said quietly. “There’s no hurry.”
She drew a breath and tried again. This time the leather slipped free with a soft hiss through the loops. Her eyes flicked up to mine, then down again at once. I felt my lips curve into a smile at that.
“Now the button and the zipper.”
She opened the waistband, then lowered my fly. She blushed harder. I could see the pulse jumping in her throat.
“Use both hands,” I told her. “Take hold of the waistband and lower my pants for me.”
She did, as I lifted myself a little to allow her to ease my trousers down over my hips. Alex seemed almost entranced: she acted with a care that had in it the reverence I always liked to find in a girl I meant to train.
My black boxer briefs bulged a few inches from her face. I watched her swallow again. Her forehead creased, and she took her lower lip between her teeth.
Then a tiny sound escaped her, mortified and breathy. She stared at the outline of my hardness it as if the shape alone might overwhelm her.
“My underwear too,” I said. “Remember what I told you about your eyes.”
* * *
Alex
Really, I couldn’t stop thinking about the ‘formal’ command he had given me: to keep my eyes on his penis whenever it was visible. I could see it through his underwear, the outline of its fluted head a clear ridge in the black cotton of the boxer briefs’ front.
I chewed on my lip, thinking about the soreness in my bottom, telling myself I had no choice but to look at Porter’s cock, and only his cock, because I couldn’t bear to be punished again. To my mortification, the very thought made me clench, my hips jerking, too, as if my pussy offered itself to the masculine hardness it seemed my sponsor would make me uncover fully, and then make me serve.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
My hands rose the rest of the way, slow and careful now, as if the fabric itself required ceremony. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and hesitated.
“Not like you’re stripping a frat boy at a party,” he said quietly. “Nice and slow.”
Heat flooded my face, though I had never been to that kind of party. I did as he said, tugging gently as he lifted himself again. The black cotton gave way by degrees. I saw curly, wiry hair. I saw the upper side of the base of the shaft. More of the shape appeared. My pulse beat so hard I could feel it and to my horror my mouth started to water.
“Good,” Porter said. “You may lower them properly.”
I pulled the boxer briefs down.
His cock sprang free, already so thick and so hard, so much heavier looking than I had expected from the outline. For one dizzy second I thought I might actually sway, or even swoon. I kept my eyes where he had ordered them, but that made the overwhelm worse, because I had nothing to look at except the flushed, straining column of him, the wet gleam at the tip that I knew meant he hungered to possess me, the weight of his balls beneath.
I had seen men’s cocks before. I had touched one or two, and I had had Senator Gowry’s in my mouth. Not like this, though: not as something presented to me to revere and to please, under threat of punishment for displeasing service. Even the degrading moment in Gowry’s office when I had tried to give head for the first time and been whipped for getting it wrong… it seemed like only the faintest pre-echo of kneeling in front of my sponsor after a thorough spanking.
My mouth, so wet a moment before, suddenly went dry.
I could practically feel him watching me take in the sight of his revealed manhood. “What are you feeling?” he asked softly.
I had no answer, or no simple one at any rate; nothing to which I could have given adequate words. Shame. Fear. Curiosity. A hot, sick little thrill. The memory of every ugly thing I had told myself about women who knelt like this. The fact that I was one of them.