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)
“Sir,” I whispered, half plea, half warning, though I no longer knew what I was trying to stop him from doing.
He slid one finger into me.
I moaned and bit my lip. My hips tried to lift. My hands tightened on my own thighs so hard they almost hurt. He kept me on the edge with absurd ease, his thumb brushing my clit just enough, his finger moving in and out of me with slow, humiliating intimacy.
“That’s it,” he said. “Look at this. So ready.”
I was shaking by then. Every nerve had begun to gather toward a single unbearable point. I knew what he was doing. I knew he was making it worse. My body didn’t care. My body only knew that he was touching me exactly the way I wanted, exactly the way it had begun to crave.
“Please,” I heard myself say. I didn’t even know whether I meant please stop or please don’t stop.
He brought me one breath away from climax. I could feel it blooming low and hot and inevitable, my back arching, my knees trying to spread wider.
Then he withdrew his hand.
A broken sound came out of me at once.
Before I could even properly protest, he put the gusset back in place over my soaked, aching pussy. The lace clung to me in a way that felt entirely pornographic.
Then he spanked me there, very hard, with his open hand.
I screamed.
The first slap through the wet lace felt like fire. Not the broad sting of a bottom spanking, not the more familiar burn on flesh made for sitting and walking and discipline, but something shocking and intimate and almost impossible to process, the impact landing directly on the swollen center of me through the soaked little scrap of fabric.
“No! Oh, God… sir… please… no!”
The second swat came almost immediately.
My head threshed from side to side. My knees tried to close. He caught one sharply and forced it back apart.
“Hold still.”
The third spank landed before the tears had fully broken from my eyes.
I sobbed. “Please stop, please stop, I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
The fourth.
The fifth.
The sixth.
By the end I was screaming and sobbing, my whole lower body aflame, my pussy throbbing under the wet lace in a way that seemed half pain and half some terrible, reconfigured arousal. I couldn’t breathe properly. I couldn’t think. I only knew that he had done exactly what he said he would do and that something in me had needed to know he meant it.
CHAPTER 23
Alex
He let me cry for a few seconds, enough for me to catch my breath and for rational thought to return.
Then, as if we had arrived at the part of the lesson he actually cared most about, he asked, “Why did I put you in white tonight?”
I shook my head once on the pillow, but there was no point in lying now. Not after that. Not with my body spread and burning and still shamefully wet.
My voice came out in sobs. “Because… I think… because… because you’re going to… to fuck my… my ass for the first time.”
He was silent for a moment. Then I felt his fingers at the thong again, moving the soaked gusset aside.
I flinched even from that, too tender now, but he only looked down between my legs with awful calm and said, “Yes. And first I’m going to use this hot little cunt to get my cock ready for your adorable asshole.”
For a second I stopped breathing.
It wasn’t really the crudest thing he had said to me, I felt sure. But it struck somewhere so deep in my shame that I felt as if the world had tilted under me.
Use this cunt… get my cock ready… your adorable asshole.
It reduced me so completely to function, to openings, to a body arranged for a man’s sequence of pleasures, that heat and humiliation crashed over me together. Between my spread knees I could see that he had started to pump his cock, almost idly, in his left hand… as if the enjoyment of contemplating using me as his fuck toy were enhanced by this casual little demonstration of his dominance… showing me that he could masturbate as he chose, while I would be whipped for it.
A sound came out of me that was almost a laugh and almost another sob.
A stolen glance revealed that Porter had looked up from my pussy to my face. “That embarrasses you,” he said. “Look at me.”
“Yes,” I whispered miserably, as my cheeks burned at the sight of his dark eyes.
“Why?”
I swallowed. I could barely form words. “Because it makes me feel like… like…”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m just…” My got hotter. “Like I’m just here to be used however you want.”
His fingers stroked once, lightly, over my punished sex, and I jolted.
“You are there to be used how I want,” he said simply. “Within the structure I set, and with the care I choose to take. That’s part of what this arrangement is.”