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)
“Which part is turning you on the most?” I ask, knowing what she’s afraid to ask for. An enema isn’t normally painful. But of course, this isn’t a usual one. I had the water a little colder than normal, and I’m going to fill her with a little more than I think she can hold. I want to make her cry and beg. Not for the reasons she is now, but hey, this is even better. “Is it the fact that you’re naked and tied down?” I inquire. “Is it the feel of having something shoved into your ass, filling you full of water? Hmm?” I slap her inner thigh again. Harder.
She cries out, arching her back the little the straps allow. “Please…please touch me.”
“Where, Charlotte?” I slap her again. Same spot but with more force to the point my hand stings.
“My pussy,” she cries, wiggling her hips on the table.
I run my hand down her inner thigh until I’m cupping her cunt. “This what you want?” My hand rests there, feeling the heat and wetness. I remove my hand and slap it.
She yanks on the restraints, crying out. I slap my free hand over her mouth and lean down into her face as her tear-filled eyes meet mine. “Don’t want anyone hearing you, do we?”
She shakes her head. Inhaling sharply through her nose.
“We don’t want them to know what a desperate whore you are.” I slide a finger into her pussy. She’s soaked. Of course, I’m sure some of it is from the lubricating gel Gavin used to check her, but I know some of it’s from her arousal as well. She’s turned on. “My doll face is a dirty little whore, isn’t she?” I ask, entering a second. Blinking rapidly, she arches her neck. I remove my fingers and slap it again, making her nod quickly.
“Good girl,” I praise, shoving them back in, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. “You’re so tight, doll face.” I feel her clench down on me.
I pull them out, and she slumps onto the table, full-on crying now. Tears spill from her eyes like an endless waterfall. I slap it again and again and again. The sound fills the large room as the bag continues to push soapy water into her, filling her stomach like a balloon.
“You’re so beautiful, Charlotte. Such a beautiful, desperate whore.” Her shoulders shake at my words. “So perfect.”
My free hand remains on her face, covering her cheeks and mouth. She will spend a lot of her time with me gagged for many reasons. But one being I like the way she looks when she realizes she has no voice. Vulnerable and a little scared. But also turned on.
I run my fingers over her clit, gently playing with it before pushing one into her really slowly. Her trembling body begs for more. “Do you want to come?” I ask and remove my hand from her face.
“Please…Haidyn. Please.” She sniffs.
I remove the one finger and then slap her again. She bites her lip and arches her neck.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise her. She’s such a quick learner. “If you make a sound, I’ll stop. Understand?”
She nods quickly and gasps. “Ye-yes.”
My eyes drop to her open legs. “Fuck, Charlotte, your cunt is red and swollen. So pretty.”
I slap it again, and she turns her face to the side to bury it into her arm. I pinch her nipple. “Eyes on mine,” I remind her. “I know it’s a lot to keep up with, but you’ll learn to follow the rules I give you.”
“Yes,” she agrees.
I go back to slapping her soaked cunt. I like the way she bites down on her bottom lip to keep quiet. Then I’m burying three fingers into her tight pussy. Reaching up, I find her G-spot. She quits gasping. Instead, she holds her breath as her body goes stiff. Her watery eyes soften in a trance before she comes on my fingers.
CHARLOTTE
I sit in the passenger seat of my SUV staring out the window and silently crying. I’m so mad at myself. What in the fuck just happened? He had me checked, my blood taken, then I was given the birth control shot after an enema.
I’ve had colonics before. Is that the same thing? I don’t think so. I’ve never had the experience of being turned on with one. Is that a kink? I’m also not sure. I’ll have to look that one up once I’m alone. I was exposed and practically sobbing. At first, it started out due to humiliation. Then it turned to need. Now I’m ashamed. Who the fuck gets turned on by that?
I can now say that I do. That’s what men like Haidyn want. To make you feel like nothing. They turn you on yourself. I haven’t even started serving him yet, and my underwear is already soaked. I’ve become weak.