Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I looked up at the girl above me, begging her for mercy, but her own eyes were fluttering closed and I realized Ellis was fucking her right there, on top of me.
My body fought against her grip hard, but she held on. I wanted to get away almost as much as I wanted to push the man’s head deeper between my legs. Somehow, I managed to rip free of the girl’s touch, and I gasped in surprise, fighting with everything I had in me as the man made a grab for me. I tried to crawl away, desperate to escape, but he held me up as if I was a doll and slammed me back into the mattress.
“Not so fast,” he growled, his chest like a marble sculpture above me. “Where do you think you’re going, little bitch? And here I was, trying to make things easy for you. I guess we’ll have to go hard instead.”
I heard the dark-haired girl moan as Ellis pulled out, and they surrounded me. The girl looked angry, and she glared at me as she muttered, “Should have behaved.”
Ellis raised my ass off the mattress, and I felt his rough, strong fingers exploring between my legs.
“Don’t,” I begged him. “Don’t break it, please…”
“She doesn’t want you to pop her cherry?” the man asked, amused. “And you’re letting her?”
I saw Ellis clench his teeth together, and hated the man for reminding him of something he could see as a weakness. He was desperate to prove how in control he was, and I was terrified whenever he got that look in his eyes. Like he needed to show me and teach me a lesson.
I swallowed thickly as he pushed a finger into my ass. I tried not to make a sound, so I wouldn’t piss him off more. And then I felt the girl touching my tits, running her fingers over my nipples and making me squirm.
The other man spat on his cock, and I watched with fear as he approached me.
“Please don’t,” I begged shamelessly. “Please don’t do it. Please don’t fuck me.”
“Well,” he said brightly. “Now she knows how to beg.”
“Please!” I tried one last time.
The thought of losing my virginity there was heartbreaking. I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t let it happen with these people. I’d been saving myself for so long, not seeing any guys and not dating anyone, saving it for someone special. And I didn’t want it to be Ellis, let alone this man I’d never even seen before.
“Don’t,” I whispered, and his eyes burned into mine.
I had a feeling an unspoken agreement passed between us then, with him understanding this was something sacred to me, something I needed to keep to stay sane. And he seemed to agree.
He sank back between my legs and licked me ever so slowly, and this time, he didn’t let go when my body started to bend for him. And the woman didn’t let go either, squeezing hard at my breasts, and I moaned like a needy slut as Ellis pushed two fingers up my ass.
I felt the same feeling building, the tension rising and rising as did the small of my back, lifting from the mattress. The tips of my toes tightened into points like they did when I danced, and my body spasmed desperately.
My first orgasm happened with a woman squeezing my tits, a man fucking my ass with his fingers, and another man sucking my clit. I cried out as I felt it coming, washing over me like a wave of fear mixed with the greatest pleasure as my whole body trembled.
But the second the tearful, desperate sound tore from my lips, I realized they weren’t nearly done yet.
This was just the beginning.
13
Harlow
3 months later
“We are going to play a little game, just you and me.”
I stared up at Ellis from my kneeling position.
My limbs were tied together with a silk rope, not meant to hurt or cut into my skin, just immobilize me enough that he could do whatever he wanted with me. There was a trace of fresh tears on my face and my back still burned from the lashings with the whip he’d used before.
“What g-game?” I stuttered, my eyes following him around the room. I needed more information. But more than that, I needed to come again.
He’d been playing with me for hours. I’d been in the dungeon since the early morning when he’d walked into my bedroom without warning and dragged me there by my hair, screaming and begging him to let up the pressure on my locks. But he didn’t, as if he knew exactly how wet his roughness made me.
“I think you’ll like it.” He smiled and touched his fingers to my cheek, lightly caressing my blushing skin. “You always end up loving my games, don’t you, little one?”