Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Apparently,” I say, leaning into the sass. What does it matter now? I’ve tried being good, but it sounds like I’m not genetically made for that. May as well give them what they all expect. May as well become the handful I was made to be.
“I think I will fuck you,” he says. “I think that’s exactly what you need to put you in your place and remind you who you belong to.”
He walks around behind me and smacks my bound ass several times. He’s not really punishing me, though. He knows I like to be spanked. He knows how to play every part of my body for his pleasure. He knows that though I have been drugged, bound, and humiliated, I still belong to him, and when he smacks my ass and lays his hot claim on me, I will submit.
I can do nothing but take what he is giving. That is my lot in life, it seems. Some people are treated with dignity and asked for their consent. I am tied down, whipped, and oh god yes, please… fucked.
“My sweet, delicious, dangerous little monster,” he purrs as he feeds his cock into my pussy.
I think he might be more excited by this revelation than anything. He accepted me when he thought I was a cute little half-breed, but now he knows I am something more than that, his excitement is palpable.
I suspect Cain has always wanted to be matched with strength. He loved me as a domestic dilute, but he is thrilled with me now. He fucks me so energetically, the bench I am bound to squeaks in complaint. My clit rubs repeatedly against the smooth leather, just enough friction to feel good, but not enough to make me come.
He pulls out, and I feel him swipe some of my abundant arousal away from my pussy. Then I feel his thumb pressing at the entrance to my ass. His cock spears inside me again, and his thumb slides into my butt, stretching me there.
This is not how most girls find out who their father really is. Most would expect a cuddle and a chat and offers of understanding. I am being ravaged, my cunt fucked, my ass toyed with, my mind sent into a spiral of pleasure and desire that I cannot escape.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or are you going to be the bad little rebel I’ve seen so many times before? The rebellious runaway? The little prisoner?”
I can’t answer, and he doesn’t really want me to. What he wants is for me to take his cock and his come, and that is exactly what I do. I let him fuck me. I will take his dick like a good girl, and I will come as dutifully and properly as he expects me to.
His cock drives deep inside me, then pulls out slowly. He keeps fucking my ass with his thumb at the same time, adding a little more depravity to the situation. Again, he spreads my pussy and fills me up, before pulling all the way out and leaving me empty again. Once more, he goes deep. He is teasing me. He is driving me wild. He is showing me that no matter what I do, or how I act, he will always be in control.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“More, please,” I beg.
“Oh, you want more? You want it harder? You want to be fucked until you forget your name?”
“Yes!” I whimper.
“Then you have to be a good girl, and you have to submit for me. You have to ask me very, very nicely.”
Oh, god. He is really going to make me beg for him.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me. Please give me your come. Please…”
He starts pounding me without mercy. Fucking me harder and faster than I have ever been fucked before.
Cain knows how to turn me into a completely feral little fucking animal, and I love that about him. No matter how bad or fucked up things are, his cock is there to drive all thoughts out of my head besides ones of being claimed and fucked and used and owned and oh my fucking god, I am coming…
Afterwards he frees me from my bonds, and I lie curled up in his arms, the knot of his cock keeping his seed securely inside my body. I wonder idly if I have been bred yet, if I am going to bear his baby the way my poor mother bore me. I wonder if I will survive, or if like her, I will succumb to the dangers of childbirth.
Life and death are always so close to orgasm.
“I want to go up to bed,” I say. “Get a shower.”
“I think it’s best you stay down here for your own safety,” Cain says, rubbing my back. “I’ll set you up a comfortable room.”