Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"Just checking if you're done," he says oh-so-politely I'm almost tempted to laugh.
Yeah right.
He pinches my nipples before letting go, and I bite down hard on my lower lip so I don't accidentally beg him to do it again.
"Are you ready for your treatment, Temptation?"
I know what he's asking for, obviously, and a part of me feels I should tell him to put a stop to this, just because it's the "decent" and "normal" thing to do.
But then I think about how this is also the man I love, the man who doesn't even know how much he's helped me chase away my demons—-
I don't care whether this is right or wrong.
I love this fantasy of ours, and so I hear myself whisper throatily, "Yes, Doctor."
The words work like a charm, and the way he sucks his breath makes me feel lightheaded when a feminine thrill of power rushes through my body.
We may have never spoken of love, but there are moments when a woman simply knows with absolute certainty that her man wants him, and it's this knowledge that gives me all the confidence in the world to bend close and beg straight into his ear—-
"Please treat me, Doctor."
"Fuck." He groans the word out, and the sound makes me bite back a smile.
"You must be very sure of this," he warns hoarsely.
"I am, Doctor."
"Then..."
God, oh God, here it comes.
"Lift your hips up."
My breasts swell and ache at the command, and I have a hard time breathing again as I lift my hips up like he's asked.
"Now lower yourself slowly on my...instrument."
I would've laughed if I wasn't so nervous of what he's asking of me.
"I'm scared," I choke out, and it's the truth.
"I know you are, but this is all part of the treatment." He purrs the words out, and just like that, the dynamics between us have shifted again, and I'm the one under his power. "The only way we can continue is if you impale yourself on my instrument."
And he just had to use the word, didn't he?
I'm now a thousand times more terrified because of it, but I'm also a thousand times hornier, and so when I hear him say in a voice of quiet command—-
"Do it now, Temptation."
All I can do is whimper as I obey him.
My whole body shakes as I slowly impale myself on his instrument, and oh God, oh God, I can feel the folds of my pussy stretching open as the head of his cock kisses my entrance.
God, he feels too, too big, and I love it!
I push myself down steadily, impaling myself as he's ordered, and oh God, oh God, he feels so incredibly big that I have a feeling he's about to rip my pussy apart.
"You're too big, Doctor!"
"I know," he purrs back, and all I can do is choke back a laugh...since I'm still in the process of impalement, and I'm starting to wonder just how long he is and how long this will take.
Darkness has made time impossible to track, and I'm not sure if it's good or bad that it feels like I've been lowering myself on his cock since forever.
Does this mean he really is thirteen inches long?
The thought makes me dig my nails deep into his back, but this only makes him chuckle in the dark.
"What's wrong, Temptation?"
"It doesn't feel like this is ever going to end," I whimper. I can feel his cock throbbing against my inner walls, but I can also sense that not everything of him is inside of me yet.
"Would you like me to help you?"
"Please, Doc——oh God!"
I haven't even stopped speaking when he pulls me all the way down...but somehow manages to stop just as his cock reaches my hymen.
"Your turn," he croons.
Oh God, seriously?
It's like asking someone to take the final killing blow that would end themselves.
But when seconds pass, and he remains absolutely still—-
God, oh God.
I take a deep breath and just...do it.
Oh God, it hurts.
A sob rushes out of my throat as his cock surges all the way inside of me, and I hear him hiss just as his hands around my waist tighten.
"The treatment has begun."
I can't help laughing this time, and I can also feel him smiling in the dark.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts like—-" I almost say 'hell' when I remember that I, too, have a role to play. "—-heck."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Really?
"But I'm afraid I'll need to get the, er, instrument moving—-"
Knew it.
"—-as time is still of the essence."
Does that mean he's going to start moving right now?
"Wait, Doc—-"
Oh God, he's already lifting me off his cock, I mean instrument, and panic flares inside of me. It really does still hurt like hell, and won't it hurt even more if he starts moving now?
"Wait, please—-"
But it's already too late.
He's already pulling me back down, and all I can do is moan because yes, oh God yes, the treatment has begun, and while the pain still makes me faint, there's also pleasure swelling from his every thrust, and God, oh God—-