Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You should’ve said that,” he says, suddenly thrusting so deep he steals my breath away.
My eyebrows squeeze together and my lips part as I gasp. My breathing grows ragged, following the rhythm of Luca fucking me.
With my legs spread, all I can do is let Luca take what he wants and try to enjoy it. Even after being with him for a whole year, it still hurts the first few seconds he’s inside me. But the pain, especially if he’s being rough, only makes my arousal grow.
“You like that?” Luca asks, trapping my gaze.
I bite my lower lip and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s see how you like this.” Luca smirks as he pulls out of me.
I moan in frustration as my muscles clench around air. It feels empty. I raise my hips, but quickly realize my mistake when I feel Luca moving to my ass.
“Are you going to fuck me in my ass, Sir?” I ask nervously.
“What if I am?” Luca rubs the head of his cock, slick from my arousal, between my cheeks.
I whimper. “Please fuck me in my pussy, Sir.”
“I just did.” Luca cocks an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me what to do, doll?”
“No.” Nerves flit around inside me. But whatever Luca wants, I want to give it to him. I want to please him, even if I don’t enjoy it myself. I want to be used. “You can fuck my ass if you want to, Sir.”
“Good girl . . . I’m going to reward you.” Luca pushes into my pussy, making me sigh with relief and relish. But it’s not long until he pulls out again.
I look up in apprehension and watch darkness take over his green eyes. He smirks.
“Now I’m all lubed up and ready to fuck you in the ass,” he whispers in my ear.
Luca puts his hand on my head as he slowly thrusts inside me, stretching me painfully. Every time I try to inch away, he pushes me down onto his cock.
“This ass is mine, and I can use it whenever I want. Right, doll?” he asks as he buries himself to the hilt.
“Y—Yeah,” I say as cold sweat dots my forehead.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Luca starts his ramming into me, saying, “Take it.”
I give in to his demands, letting my body go limp as a ragdoll and letting him play with me however he wants.
Luca looks down at the place where our bodies meet, then drags his gaze back up to my face, watching me like he owns me.
His hand moves between my legs and I moan when he lightly pulls on the curved, barbell-shaped jewelry embedded in my clitoral hood. I’ve been so sensitive since I got the piercing, Luca only has to touch me on the right spot and that’s enough to get me off.
“Does it feel good?” Luca asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I see. So you like having my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
I can’t deny that it makes me feel dirty—in a good way. “Yes, Sir.”
“I knew it. You’re my dirty doll.” Luca pushes two fingers inside my pussy as he starts to earnestly slam into my ass.
I scream as the pain and the pleasure swirl together inside me, driving me mad with their all-consuming intensity. My body shakes involuntarily. Luca rams into me mercilessly until we both explode together, two entwined bodies quivering against each other.
“We’re not done yet,” Luca says as he gets up off the bed. As he puts on his clothes, he says, “Wait here. I’m coming back.”
“How long am I going to wait, Sir?” I ask as Luca’s hot cum starts to leak out of me.
“For as long as I want you to.” Luca walks out the door, leaving me alone and in bondage.
I let my head fall on the bed. A smile spreads across my cheeks. This is the best way to spend a day off. Maybe I should get more tattoos . . .
I wonder how long it’ll take until Luca wants me again today. Sometimes, he comes back in under five minutes. Other times, he makes me wait for hours. There’s no way to tell, and the uncertainty only adds to the thrill.
Even though Luca’s outside where I can’t see him, I know he wants me just as much. He tells me sometimes he spends this time watching me on his surveillance feed and stroking himself. It excites me to know he may see me wriggling in frustration, wishing I could touch myself, too.
Maybe this seems weird to some people. Maybe they’d look at us and see an abuser and a victim.