Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The black collar is a thin, midnight band of leather against her creamy skin. The rose gold ring at the front brings out the soft pink hues in her complexion. The matching buckle at her nape has a small ring that punches through the leather, and I deftly loop the delicate padlock through it. The soft click of the lock engaging draws the most delicious shiver from her, and her hair cascades from her fingers in sable waves.
I find the purple one and curve it around my finger. The gesture is calming in a way I’ve never known before. I smooth the vibrant locks into one perfect, loose curl that falls over her left breast, brushing her tight nipple. The rich amethyst shade against the pink bud is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.
Her rosebud lips are a deeper shade of pink, slightly glossy from her tears. I trace my thumb along them, memorizing their shape and pliant texture.
So many long nights, I’ve laid alone in bed and fantasized about these lips around my cock.
The time for fantasies is over.
Abigail is my collared pet now, and she will eagerly give me access to every part of her body.
“Open your mouth.”
As I free my stiff cock from the confines of my trousers, those lovely lips part. Her hands brace at my hips, and her head dips forward to accept my length into her mouth.
My fingers anchor in her hair, stopping her short with a little warning tug. I tap my cock against her cheek in a light slap—a swift rebuke for trying to take control.
“What did I—?”
I slap her again, more firmly this time. “Open your mouth.” I repeat the command, clipped and clear.
Her eyes shine with fresh tears, and they’re so blue that they practically glow like a sunlit, azure sea. Her lower lip trembles when she parts her lips again, then waits for my next move. She barely breathes as she stares up at me, completely vulnerable and willing to be used for my pleasure.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She complies, and I rest my cockhead on her waiting tongue. Desire courses through my veins, hot and insistent. But I’m strong enough to master my own lust; mastering her gives me that strength.
I watch in rapt fascination as a bead of my precum drops onto her tongue. It pools there, spilling deeper into her waiting mouth. A tear rolls down her rosy cheek. I capture it on my fingertips and rub the wetness over my cock. Pleasure lances me like a lightning strike down my spine, and I grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm.
I take a small step forward, wedging my shin between her thighs. She gasps, and the soft rush of air over my dick torments me. I bite back a growl and increase the pressure, so that her sensitive little clit is griding against my leg.
“Don’t stop,” I say. “You’re going to come for me again.”
A high whimper eases from her chest, but she obediently rotates her hips, stimulating herself even though I know she must be aroused to the point of pain.
“Good girl. You’re such a good pet.”
I finally, slowly, push my cock into her waiting mouth.
“Does that feel good, Abigail? Does it hurt?”
Broken moans hum around my dick, and I bury my fingers in her hair, clinging for my control.
A dark laugh fills the bedroom. “That’s right,” I praise. “Pets don’t talk. All you can do is whimper and moan around Master’s cock.”
Her eyes roll back on a blissful whine, and I tug sharply at her hair to recapture her attention.
“Look at me.”
Her lovely eyes are dark with lust, her huge pupils rendering the remarkable aqua shade a thin ring of blue. Her gaze is unnervingly focused despite her euphoric state, and again, I get the sense that she’s peering straight into me.
And in this moment, I can’t hold anything back. I let my civilized mask drop away entirely; I allow her to see my selfishness, my ruthlessness, my cruel hunger that only she can slake.
She moans around my cock, and I can’t restrain myself in any way. My length sinks deep into her throat, and she gags around me. I can’t stop. I pull back slightly to allow her to breathe, but I come all over her tongue.
The rush of pleasure is strong enough to make my knees weak, and I grab the bedpost for support as I roar out my release.
I watch in awe as she greedily swallows everything that I offer her. She’s frantically licking my shaft when she grinds hard against my leg and lets out a sharp cry, finding her own ecstasy in my pleasure with her.
I withdraw from her and scoop her up in my arms. She’s completely limp in my hold, implicitly trusting me to take care of her in the aftermath of absolutely shattering her.