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)
Porter’s hands closed harder on my legs, opened me even wider, pushed my knees further back. That renewed restraint, the bondage of his thick, strong fingers, seemed to create a feedback loop of shame, arousal, discomfort, and finally forced pleasure. I writhed under him, but there was nowhere for me to go. He held me exactly where he wanted me, folded and used and made to come with his cock still deep in my ass, and the helplessness of it poured fuel on the climax until it seemed to break over me in wave after wave.
I heard myself making raw, desperate sounds. My thighs shook violently. My deprived pussy clenched on emptiness while my bottom spasmed around the thick intrusion of him, and the combination was so intense, so humiliatingly complete, that tears sprang to my eyes.
“Oh… oh, God… oh, sir…”
“That’s it,” he said, his voice rough now. “Take it in the ass. Come hard for me.”
I did. I couldn’t have stopped if he had ordered me to. My body bucked over the bed underneath him, checked instantly by the iron certainty of his hold. Each time I tried to move more freely I felt how completely he controlled the shape of my pleasure. Even my orgasm had to happen inside the frame of his hands.
Then something changed in him. I felt it first in the thrusting. He had kept that same measured command of himself, not gentle at all but very deliberate. Now the rhythm turned heavier, more urgent. His breath caught once. The knowledge flashed through me, dizzying and indecent: the sight of me coming like that, the feeling of my body clenching and shaking around him, had pushed him nearer to his own climax much faster than he had intended.
The thought sent another helpless spasm through my limbs.
“Christ,” he muttered.
He drove into me twice more, hard enough to make me cry out afresh, and then he came. I felt the hot pulses inside my bottom and shuddered all over again at the intimacy of that, at the raw possession in it. He stayed buried for a moment, one hand still pinning me, as if he meant me to feel every last throb.
When he withdrew, the emptiness made me gasp. He released my legs, and lowered them gently, urging me further up the bed and then letting my feet hang off the side as he stood.
I stayed where I was for a few seconds, trembling over the edge of the bed, my cheek turned against the softness of the sheet, breathing as if I had run a great distance. Then I heard him move away. Water ran in the bathroom. I remained frozen where he had left me, because I wasn’t sure I could stand yet and because some instinct in me had become very wary of assuming permission.
When he came back, I turned my head enough to see him drying his hands.
My voice sounded small and unsteady. “May I take the… the lingerie off now? And… please… may I use the bathroom?”
His gaze moved over me where I still lay half-draped over the table in white lace and stockings, the thong displaced and damp, the whole outfit in disarray from his use. His expression stayed composed.
“No.”
The single word made heat rise in my face at once.
“You look far too pretty like this,” he said. “And I haven’t finished with you. I’m going to fuck your bottom again before you’re allowed out of your lingerie.”
I swallowed hard. The words sent fear and a dark pulse of excitement through me so quickly that I blushed to the roots of my hair.
Then his eyes dropped lower, and a faint, coolly amused note entered his voice. “Also, you made a mistake.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
“You put the suspenders on over your panties.” He stepped closer, touched one of the straps lightly with a fingertip, and I felt absurdly exposed under that tiny gesture. “That means a man has to go to unnecessary trouble to take your underwear down for discipline and fucking. So a simple punishment is definitely in order.”
My stomach tightened.
“No panties for you tonight, or tomorrow, of course. Tonight was an exception because I wanted to play with those pretty white ones. That’s not your punishment, though. That’s just the rule going back into effect.”
I stared at him, and the flush that followed seemed to move all the way down my throat and chest. It was such a small thing, especially in comparison with everything else I had done and undergone so far. Such a ridiculous thing. And yet it had terrible force. Bare under the suspenders. Bare because he had decided I should be. Bare because I had dressed in a way that might hinder him from taking his pleasure in my pussy and anus as easily as he preferred.