Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
She did as he said, and a soft sound left her when she felt the cool liquid gather in the line of her spine.
Mayhem was on her in the next second, licking and sucking off the alcohol, running his tongue up and down the length of her back, and having her so on edge she probably could have come from this act alone.
But he was off of her before things got too intense, and a sigh of disappointment left her. God, she felt so drunk right now, but it wasn’t just from the whiskey she’d had at the club.
It was because he elicited all of these sensations in her.
The sound of him setting the bottle down on the ground seemed excessively loud, but then again, everything was heightened for her…sight, smell, sound, and even touch. The sheets beneath her felt rough against her overly sensitive flesh.
“Look at this ass,” he said, but it was uttered low, so softly, that it was as if he had spoken to himself. And before she could even inhale, the whipping sting of his belt hitting her ass had a cry leaving her and her back arching even more.
That pain started to fade and warmth took its place; she felt a tingling pleasure fill her. He brought the belt down on her ass again, not as hard as the first time but still with enough force it had a gasp leaving her.
Mayhem was meticulous as he spanked her, catching her ass cheeks and upper thighs, making her flesh feel scorching hot, raised even. But as the sting dissipated, ecstasy took its place, having her want more, needing more.
He didn’t speak as he stood behind her, spanking her until she was biting her bottom lip hard enough she felt the skin open and tasted blood.
He was panting, made small grunting noises as if he were having a hard time controlling himself, and continued to torment her in the best of ways.
The sound of leather and metal hitting the floor told her he’d dropped the belt, and then she felt his hands running over her ass, teasing her erotically abused flesh, smoothing the sting away and heightening the pleasure even more.
“I fucking love how red your ass is, Butters.” He ran his tongue over her left cheek and then did the same over her right. “I bet this big ass is nice and tender, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she breathed out that lone word.
“Mmmm,” he hummed against her flesh and continued to lick her skin, ran his teeth over the curved flesh, and then spread the cheeks. Cool air wafted along the crease of her ass and her pussy. “I can see a little pain makes your cunt nice and juicy. All primed for my big, fucking cock.”
She bit her lip even harder, the pain a little reprieve from the intense pleasure vibrating through her.
“Tell me how much you like my belt on your ass,” Mayhem all but demanded. Butters realized he was the type of man, the type of sexual partner, who wanted things done a certain way…his way.
“You can see I liked it.” It was hard to get those words out, and her stubbornness was rising up more now. She wished he’d just fuck her already.
“Tell me,” he ordered and spanked her ass with his open palm.
She gasped for air, closed her eyes, and felt like a slut for how much she wanted his dick in her. “I fucking like your belt on my ass,” Butters said with just as much determination as he spoke with.
He chuckled behind her, but it wasn’t humorous in the slightest. With one final smack to her bottom, he flipped her onto her back, her breasts shaking from the force.
He started running his hand over the mounds, pulling at her nipple, making the need crest inside of her.
She opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them in the first place. He had his mouth on her nipple and ran his tongue around her areola, tracing her flesh until it puckered.
“You’re going to do whatever I want, aren’t you, Butters.” He didn’t state it like a question.
He had to be a sadist for as much erotic torture he was giving her.
“Yes,” she said, partly because she knew that’s what he wanted her to say but also because she was so needy to be fucked she would have said anything.
“Yeah, you fucking will,” he said to himself. He slid his hand down her belly and between her thighs, cupping her pussy with so much pressure she gripped the sheets beneath her.
She was so sensitive down there, so wet and swollen.
“So damn juicy.” He slipped his fingers through her folds, rubbing her up and down. She was ready for him and didn’t bother trying to pretend otherwise.
“Open those big, juicy thighs for me.”
She spread her legs as wide as they would go, so much so her muscles protested slightly. He started stroking her harder, with more passion. One of his fingers found its way into her pussy, the long, thick digit working her from the inside out.