Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I’m in his room. On his bed. Naked, face-down on a pillow, head turned so I can see his cock straining against his black boxer briefs.
My hands are tied at the wrist and stretched out over my head.
“How long are you going to tease me for?” I moan as he runs a hand between my leg, fingers brushing down my pussy, only barely grazing my swollen, aching clit. “Lanzo, you’re killing me.”
“Not yet,” he says, fingernails raking down my back. I moan, biting the pillow. “Lovely fucking girl. This is a punishment, my Ren.”
“Feels more like a game.” I struggle at the binds around my wrists. Silk rope. I wonder why he had that. It’s tight enough that I can’t easily escape, but not so tight that I’m actually stuck.
“Game, punishment, whatever you want to call it.” He slides a finger deep inside my pussy than pulls back and spanks me.
I yelp, groaning.
Ten minutes he’s been doing this. Spank, tease, finger-fuck, spank again. He brings me to the edge then yanks me back, leaving me panting and drooling, wanting more. His wicked smile drives me wild with rage and need.
“Have you had enough yet, my good girl?” He looks at me with pure adoration in his eyes. “Do you want to admit defeat? Tell me you made a mistake? Beg for my forgiveness?”
“Never.” I lengthen my spine, shifting my shoulders. His eyes widen slightly. I can tell he likes to stare at my body. It’s intoxicating, that pure hunger. “I’d rather take it.”
“Good girl,” he says, teasing my pussy again. He slides his finger deep inside me, gets it nice and wet, then pushes it against my anus. I suck in a breath, surprised by the sudden change, but excited by the sensation of his finger entering me. I shiver with need, eyes closing. “You like that?” He slides another finger inside. “You enjoy that, lovely girl?”
“I’m not supposed to like my punishment, am I?”
“No, you are now. But this only means I have to give you more.”
I groan at the prospect. “I’m not sure—I mean, I don’t think—”
“Don’t be nervous.” He takes off his boxer briefs. Strokes his massive, thick cock. So hard it’s twitching. “You’re doing so well, little Ren. You can take me. You can take all of me.”
“Shit,” I say, letting out a wild, excited laugh. “I’m actually not sure about that.”
“Let’s find out.” He takes my hair, pulling my chin up. I grunt in surprise as his cock presses into my mouth. I fight back a gag as he slips into my throat and back out, fucking my lips. I let my spit roll onto his shaft, not caring how filthy I am, not caring about anything but his other hand teasing between my legs.
Then he repositions himself, grips my hips, presses his tip against my anus.
“Lanzo,” I whisper. “Please.” My pulse races, my heart hammering into my throat. I want this, I’m terrified, I need it, I’m so scared I could scream.
“Good girl,” he says and slips his cock inside of me.
I gasp. It hurts at first. He stretches me, slowly sinking deeper. I groan, burying my face, as he talks quietly. “Relax, lovely girl, just relax, it’ll be okay.” He goes deeper, deeper, until he fills me.
“God, if this is a punishment, I’d hate to see you when you’re actually mad.” I gnaw against the pillow as he grabs my hair.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispers, kissing me.
I kiss him back. “You’d better.”
He strokes into me slowly. I wriggle my hips and soon the pain slips into a confused but lovely pleasure. I take him in my ass, let him fuck me raw, fuck me in a way I’ve never been touched before, until he reaches around my hips to tease my clit.
I’m moaning. Fuck, it feels good, it actually feels good. I want him to fuck me harder. “More,” I gasp as he thrusts into me, over and over. “More, please,” I moan as he takes me from behind.
He works my clit, fucking my ass, over and over, growling as he does it. I scream his name, sweat dripping down my skin, my tied-up wrists shoved against the headboard. I’m moaning, losing my mind, feeling more worshipped, more praised, more needed than I’ve ever felt before, and that heady mixture finally throws me over the edge. I come with his cock in my ass, come hard, groaning, twitching, saying his name over and over, my pussy clenching so tight I think it might break.
Until he groans and pulls himself out, stroking and coming onto my back.
I collapse forward, breathing hard. He growls as he releases all over me. I look over my shoulder at him, at the way he’s staring at me with utter lust and devotion in his eyes. “Good girl,” he growls. “My good fucking girl.” He leans over, kissing me, before getting a damp towel from the bathroom. Once we’re cleaned, he cuddles against me in the bed, pulling me tight against him.