Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Doing as she’s told, I pick up the rope and tie it around her upper arms, securing them tightly and then bringing it down to her wrists, where she’s already got her fingers laced together. She knows the drill. All the hours she’s spent tied to our bed while I forced her to come over and over again did the job. She never brought up her mother or Laura again. She knows that there is nothing wrong with being my whore and that there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to her body.
I take the remainder of the rope and toss it up over the top metal bar to the canopy and pull it down, tying it off to her already tied wrists.
“Saint,” she moans. The rope pulls her arms up at an uncomfortable angle, making her arch her back more and placing her ass up in the air.
I undo my buckle, and she wiggles her ass when she hears it. I double it over and slap her pretty pink pussy, making her cry out. “That’s one.”
I turn up the vibrating butt plug as I plunge two fingers into her wet cunt. I can see she was sloppy when applying the lube because it’s all over her ass, pussy, and inner thighs. She begins to ride them the best she can since her tied arms don’t allow much movement.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, entering a third, my thumb rubbing her swollen clit. “Show me, Ash. How bad do you want to get off?”
She moans, digging her done-up face into our bed.
I slap her ass with my belt this time, and she yelps. “How bad, sweetheart?”
“Please, Saint?” she begs, her bouncing ass fucking my three fingers. ,
I add a fourth and slap her ass once more. It’s starting to turn red. You can see each hit, and her pussy is dripping.
“Please…oh, god…” She’s practically crying now. Her voice so desperate and her body aching. “I need to come, Saint. Please…”
She clenches down on my fingers. I drop the belt next to her to turn off the vibrating butt plug, and she growls, yanking on the rope that ties her to our bed.
“Five swats, Ash. You don’t get to come until you get your punishment.” I remove my fingers, and her shaking body sags. “Then I’m going to remove this plug and fuck that tight ass of yours.”
“Pl-ease—” she cries.
“Only after my cum drips from your ass will you get to come.”
I was born a Spade brother, but I will die a husband and a father. And when I am buried in our cemetery and arrive at the gates of hell, I’ll smile because I’ll already know what to expect from the devil. A very short life with my family is worth an eternity of damnation.
THE END