Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Our tongues stroked against each other, slow and unhurried as Caleb ran his hands up and down my back, pausing to slide over my ass now and again.
When we finally broke apart, I was near panting, and Caleb’s hands had a fine tremor to them as he rubbed my thighs. Pushing my skirt up, he stared at the two pairs of garters holding up both my fishnets, and my stockings. Then he noted the lack of underwear as he lifted the skirt further.
“Fuck me,” he whispered so softly I could barely hear him. “Look at that beautiful little pink cunt. You naughty girl, walking around like this, exposing yourself to everyone whenever you bent over. No wonder your brother sent me to keep track of you.”
I licked my lips, pretending to try to pull down my skirt. “Leave me alone.”
He suddenly had rope in his hands, and before I knew it my hands were tied and over my head.
“Be a good girl and place your feet in the stirrups, or I’ll place these clothespins on your nipples,” he threatened, holding up a pair of old wooden-style clothespins that would hurt like the dickens.
I liked pain, but not as much as those promised.
Like a good girl I did as he said, aware of the image we must be presenting to the audience. A stack of towels was placed on a nearby chair, and a large area rug was situated at my feet. I flushed scarlet as I realized they were making the area around me absorbent. I’d seen women squirt before, it could go really far, and I prayed if I did manage I wouldn’t get the room dirty.
Caleb rudely jerked my tank tops down, tearing them a little as he bared my breasts to the room and jerked my mind back to the present.
“Look at those,” he reached out and gently cupped one of my breasts. “Are you sensitive, or do you need a heavy touch, my Ivy?”
“I’m not your Ivy yet,” I goaded him, yelping when he pinched my nipple.
“You are,” he replied in a mild tone, pinching me even harder and making me moan. “I think you would have liked those clothespins. We’ll try them another time. And I’d think long and hard before you mouth off again. While I may allow you some freedom, when I’m inside of you, any part of me, I want your complete attention. If I feel like I’m not getting it, I’ll do something to make sure you are living in the moment. Sometimes you won’t like what those things are.”
Somewhere nearby a man began to moan, and the hair along my body prickled at the sound.
Caleb moved to stand between my now widespread thighs and pet the small patch of hair I kept on my mound. “You have a very full and puffy pussy, Ivy. And wet.” His thumb grazed my clit and I jerked. “No, be still. If you move I stop.”
I nearly keened in despair as I tried to not respond as he began to touch me. He started by taking his fingers and simply tracing the shape of my sex, dipping his fingers between my folds, tugging gently at the hood of my clit. I positively ached with need as he continued to play, forcing myself to stay still. When his thumb gave my clit a brief caress, my hips moved seemingly of their own accord.
“Bad girl,” Caleb said before he gave my pussy a stinging slap. “Ahh, look at your cunt clench down. You want something to grab onto, something to fill you up, don’t you, Ivy? Say it. Ask me to fill you.”
That damn thumb of his was on my clit again, and I was lost in a storm of pleasure as I said, “Please, Master, I’m so empty.”
His thumb stilled and I cried out in protest, only to have him press down firmly and nearly send me over the edge. “Why, Ivy, that was lovely. Because you asked so nicely, I’m going to give you what you want.”
I forced my eyes open and my head up a little, anticipating seeing him unzip his pants. Instead he was rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, displaying some serious forearm porn. He must have led an active lifestyle, because the lightly furred skin of his forearms stretched tight over some sculpted muscle.
Taking two of his fingers, he slid them into me and began to stroke the top of my sheath. Right away my body clamped down on him, making Caleb’s nostrils flare as he met my gaze. Electricity zipped through me and I found the sight of him fingering me perhaps the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I throbbed, my nipples so tight they hurt as his fingers continued to rub and explore, studying my reaction. They moved a little deeper and I jerked against the table as he pressed and rubbed something that had me grunting.