Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
He places more on my legs. One around my ankles, a second right below my knees, and a third around my thighs.
“Stay right where you are,” he states. Seconds later, I gasp when he pushes my thong to the side and two of his fingers enter my pussy. I can’t help but push back against them, wanting more.
He’s made me greedy. No matter what he gives me, it’s never enough.
“Look at you being a whore begging to be fucked.” He pushes a third one in, and I’m gasping at the pain and pleasure of how rough he is. Removing them, I sag and take in a calming breath. Then he’s running his fingers up and over my ass. He doesn’t let me warm up to it. In true Haidyn fashion, he pushes it into me, and I try to get away, but he grips the back of my neck, pinning the side of my face down into the couch, smearing my fresh makeup onto it.
He enters a second, and I cry out, my body trembling at the intrusion. He pulls them out before I feel something pushing its way into me, and I know by the cold and unforgiving metal that it’s a butt plug. It stretches me so wide that I cry, my heart now racing as he holds me in place, forcing me to take it.
Once it’s in, he pulls me to a sitting position and orders, “Open wide.”
I don’t even have to see him to know what’s coming. A gag. I swallow, knowing it will be my last chance until he releases me from it. Then I open my mouth as wide as I can, tilting my head back for him.
He leans over my head and slides the cold metal into my mouth, slipping it behind my top teeth first before my bottom ones. I whimper around the metal, having to open wider than I thought my mouth would. I’ve never worn one like this before.
“You’re doing great, doll face,” he praises me, and I close my eyes. He stuffs his fingers into my mouth to make sure nothing is pinching. Then he’s pushing my head down and buckling it in place. “You’re almost ready,” he informs me, and I wonder what else he could possibly do. I’ve learned that Haidyn is very creative when it comes to making my body want more.
“This is going to be a little uncomfortable, Charlotte.”
My eyes snap open at his words, but all I see is the couch since he’s still standing behind me.
“But you’re going to look so beautiful.” His hands are in front of my face once again, and I see two small silver hooks drop in front of me before he places them into my nostrils.
I try to move my head, but something sharp digs into my cheeks, stopping me.
“I have you strapped into a spider gag, doll face. It’s very restrictive with its O-ring, and four legs that cover your cheeks. If you don’t want them to dig into your beautiful face, you’ll stay still.” The hooks pull on my nose as he connects it to the harness of the gag, snapping it in place.
Drool pools in my mouth already, and I’m gasping through my open mouth, trying to calm my racing heart. The hooks don’t hurt my nose, but they aren’t the most comfortable thing. I can only imagine how humiliating I look. My nose begins to run, and my eyes instantly start to water.
HAIDYN
I sit down on the couch in front of her. “Gorgeous,” I say, running my knuckles over her neck and feeling her pulse race.
She blinks rapidly, and I pull my phone out of my pocket. Her eyes widen, and she begins to mumble around the gag when she realizes what I’m doing.
I hold it out in front of her face and snap a picture of her. Then I smile, turning it to face her. She looks at it and mumbles more unintelligible words, making me chuckle. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I smile at her.
“Told you I was going to play with you, doll face.” I look over the lipstick and the letters I wrote on her face. T is written in the red color on her right cheek and Y is written on the left. With her painted lips open wide, representing O in the middle.
“You’re my toy,” I inform her, and her eyes close as the first tears fall from her bottom lashes.
I send her the photo. She’ll get it later when I return her phone to her, and she turns it on. I start to record and then place mine on the end table next to the couch, facing her. That I’ll also send to her later. I want her to see what I see—how beautiful she is when I use her.