Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I breathe in as the rope slides against my skin.
“Too tight?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Good. Now snap the fingers of your right hand for me.”
I comply.
“Excellent. That’s what you do if you want me to stop and remove the gag at any time. Understand?”
I nod.
He moves back to the front, and then he slips a cool silk blindfold over me.
I gasp, causing drool to drip from my lips. I wasn’t expecting that.
But I don’t snap my fingers.
He groans. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look to me at this moment? Completely at my mercy, under my control. My God.”
I can’t see, but I can hear, and the sound of his zipper rings in my ears as if it’s a freaking concerto. I know what’s coming, but still I gasp as he slowly pushes his cock inside my mouth.
The sensation is so odd. The urge to clasp my lips around him overwhelms me, but I can’t.
Is this truly pleasurable for him?
Wouldn’t it be more pleasurable for me to close my mouth around him, suck him, create friction with my teeth and tongue? He sure enjoyed that the last time I gave him head.
But his groans, his heavy sighs, the movement of his cock in and out all indicate that he’s enjoying himself.
Enjoying himself immensely.
“Yeah, Frankie. God, you’re so hot, my sweet little sub. Fuck. Fuck, your hot mouth.”
He moves in and out, and I’m aware of the drool, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
So I let go.
I let go and concentrate on his pleasure, because his pleasure is my pleasure.
He slides in and out of my mouth, grabs my head, and moves me with him. Discomfort morphs into arousal, just because this makes him happy. And that makes me happy.
Until—
He pulls out and unclasps the spider gag.
“That’s enough for your first time.” He removes my blindfold and then massages my jaw and my lips. “You did great, baby. God, you’re so fucking hot. Thank you. Thank you for this. I know the gag is uncomfortable, especially at first, but you did it for me.”
His words are like a warm glove around my heart. He understands, and he appreciates that I put him over my discomfort. We’ve come a long way. We’ve bloomed together.
He undresses then, letting me watch, and I savor each inch of new flesh that’s exposed as I continue to kneel before him, my hands still bound behind me.
His cock is glistening from my saliva, and the rest of his body is shimmering with perspiration. He’s magnificent.
“Rise,” he says.
I obey, and strangely, it’s difficult with my wrists bound behind me. I make it to my feet, and he removes the rope and massages my wrists.
“Any chafing?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“I think you know how much I love you, Frankie,” he says, “but in case you don’t, let me tell you. You are the love of my life. The other side of my soul.”
“Oh, Hunter,” I say.
“I love you.” This time he drops to his knees, brandishing a velvet box that seems to have come from nowhere. “And I want you to be my wife, the mother of our children, my partner in life, and my submissive here in the club and in our bedroom. Will you have me, Frankie? For the rest of our lives?”
I kneel and meet his gaze, and he takes my left hand and slips a gorgeous sparkler on my ring finger.
“Yes, Hunter. I’ll marry you, I’ll have your children, and I’ll submit to you. Most of all, I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”