Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“Why don’t you come out here, and we can make it a real celebration?” Zeke asks.
“Oh no, Bro. I’m not sharing,” I say, glaring at Zeke, annoyed at the interruption. “Besides, you've been having fun with Lev. Now the two of you go off and do whatever weird shit you do while I make my girl choke on cum.”
Zeke bends, grabs a metal chain, and yanks it. My eyes widen in shock as Lev stumbles head-first into the bathroom. “You interested now?”
Was I interested? My eyes moved from Azadeh gagged on my dick to Lev on his hands and knees like a dog. I always assumed Lev had a thing for degradation. But when I noticed Azadeh staring at him with lust, I knew there was only one option. A fucking orgy. Full-blown balls to the walls.
I rub the top of Azadeh’s hair, bringing her gaze back to me. “You wanna go play with the other little puppy?”
She nods.
I grip her head and hold her fastened to the wall as I bang into her mouth. “I think he’d enjoy you sharing your little treat. Visiting empty-handed is awfully rude, after all.”
Chapter 25
Lev- Age 30
Present Day
The brain is a fragile organ that holds our existence at a standstill yet possesses the ability to push our lives forward. It can forge fortresses to protect us and break into a million fragmented pieces when something harms us. The complexities of the brain and the defense mechanisms it creates are something I’ve lived with since the tender age of four. I’ve allowed myself brief moments of joy because submerging myself into the tremendous bounty of life opens me up to the ruthless truth that anything worthy also carries the earth-shattering weight of devastation.
Over the years, I yearned to break free and to give and receive love, but my traumatic childhood blocked that path at every turn. If I hadn’t been for Zeke, I’d never know the warmth of human touch. That man has stood by me time and again when I’ve given him every reason to walk away. I gaze up at him with pure love in my heart for staying by my side and for his patience, understanding, and compassion. I always thought Azadeh was the glue that held us all together. Her love bonded us, but it was Zeke who healed us and, in doing so, himself.
When we returned from the compound, I pulled him aside and told him he needed to push me. I wanted a life, something I’d deprived myself of for so long. I passed him a rope and told him to bind me.
The first session was hard. I screamed with every touch and recalled untold horrors with every brush of his lips against my skin. But I fought through it. I told myself that this was Zeke. He loved me, and I loved him. By being thrown off a cliff, I moved past the first hurdle.
The two of us made discoveries. The first was that I did not like to dominate, and the second was that I was far more comfortable being used. Turns out I’m a submissive. Zeke said it made sense since I was such a control freak, but I was taken aback by it. But when Zeke told me what to do and took my options away, I felt my body relax. For Zeke, it was a triumph because it proved that my body instinctively trusted him, and now that the barrier of my mind had been broken, the obstacles weren’t a blatant issue any longer.
So Zeke strapped a collar on me and dragged me to Azadeh’s bedroom—the final test.
My gaze locks with Azadeh as she chokes on Cyrus’ penis. She’s enthusiastic, and he’s forceful. All I can think about is how I wish I were between her lips and in her place. Zeke was a gentle top in comparison to Cyrus's brutality. Yet I wanted to know what it would be like to be controlled by Cy. I longed to be the object of his cruelty.
Zeke lights a smoke as he leans against the door frame, appreciating the show in the shower. The thick outline of his dick raged against the cotton of his gray sweatpants. His hand grips my leash as he twists the chain before tugging me forward until my face is directly on his feet. “You think you can do what she’s doing, pup?”
My cock throbs at the nickname. Simultaneously degrading and affectionate.
I nod my head.
He laughs as his bare foot nudges my face. His big toe slides along my bottom lip. “Be a good boy and kiss your master’s feet.” I gaze up at Zeke as my lips pucker, and I place a kiss on the pad of his toe. “Good boy.”
I feel ten feet tall as he praises me. The adoration is welcome and desperately wanted.