Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
The shape of it. The heat of it. The stretching thickness of it, parting his flesh, flowing in deep, feeling as though it split him and opened new places inside him, bared him so that nothing was secret from Amani. Not his pleasure, not the raw hoarse cries of agony that tore from his throat, not his absorption in Amani’s own soft cries or how his Master’s body bucked beneath him, tormenting fingers playing rough over his cock in electric jolts of pleasure-pain.
He felt no shame, in arching his back and writhing his hips, twisting and dragging his Master’s cock inside him; he felt no hesitation, as he pulled against the cuffs and spread his thighs wider and took every inch, spearing up inside him and sliding against his flesh as he impaled himself again and again, addicted, craving, desperate to find that peak that hovered ever out of reach as they came together in crashing movement, tangling bodies, the tight demanding pull of the leash around his neck and the throb and spurt of his Master’s flesh. This, for him, was perfection. This, for him, was love.
This was his submission. This was his salvation.
This was his love, bound heart to heart.
And he would forever belong to his Master.
THE END