Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“You can’t just keep doing this to me—” But he yanks my hair hard and I gasp as he shifts behind me and reaches around my hips with the other hand, unbuttoning the top button of my jean shorts.
I try to squirm away, but he holds me firm and doesn’t let me go. He’s iron and steel and I’m soft flower petal, yielding to him. His palm is rough and he’s not trying to stop himself from hurting me, and a spike of fear runs down into my guts.
“I don’t know when you began to believe I give a shit what you think and what you want. Maybe last night when I allowed myself to be even remotely vulnerable, which was a mistake I won’t make again, I can promise you that. Unfortunately, now I have to show you exactly what happens when my wife disobeys me.”
“Kellen,” I say, wriggling hard as he yanks down my shorts, and my heart’s racing wildly in my chest. I don’t know what the hell’s about to happen and I’m terrified—more afraid than I’ve been in a very long time—as he strips me to my panties. He shoves me down so my ass is hanging in the air and I feel his hand grip me from behind.
“Don’t worry,” he says, voice low and husky. “This will hurt, but I think you’ll like it.”
I whimper with embarrassment, blushing like crazy at how insanely aroused I feel, mortified by all the raw sexual excitement tearing down my spine and into my core. I’m dripping wet, absolutely drenched right now, and I want him to slip his fingers down my panties, spread my pussy wide, and take me however he wants to.
How do I like this?
How the hell do I want him to keep going, when I don’t know what he’ll do? I’m afraid, and I’m angry that he’s manhandling me and treating me like I’m his to punish, and yet it feels good to be touched and stripped and pinned.
To be controlled and dominated.
“What are you doing?” I groan.
“Accept your punishment, little wife,” he whispers in my ear, “and it’ll be much easier for you.”
His palm comes down hard on my ass cheek. I draw in a shocked breath and look over my shoulder. He’s staring at me with unbridled lust, like an animal losing its mind in a mating frenzy, like he’s about to mount me and fuck me brainless and raw.
Instead, he spanks me again.
Pain tingles on my flesh, mingling with my desire, and this crazy confusing pleasure blooms between my legs. It hurts, but it feels good, and I don’t know if I want him to stop or to spank me harder.
“What are you doing?” I moan and whimper at him.
“Punishing you.” Another slap and another. Harder each time. It stings on my ass and it’s muted by the panties, but this time he shoves them aside, exposing my bare skin and wedging the fabric in my ass, rubbing it against my pussy.
I bite my lip to stop from moaning as pleasure flares.
He spanks me again and this time it hurts. I cry out and he covers my mouth, shoving two fingers between my lips. I bite him then suck them as he spanks me again and again, the pain and humiliation growing, but alongside is a confusing and overwhelming pleasure. He spanks me, and this time, he pulls my panties, tightening them as they rub against my pussy and I’m gyrating my hips, grinding against the cotton fabric, moaning with his fingers in my mouth, completely pinned and controlled and losing my mind beneath his strong hands.
Another spanking and this time he shoves the panties aside and his fingers slide along my slick folds.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he teases my clit. “Oh my god, Kellen, fuck, you asshole.”
“Tell me to stop,” he says and spanks me hard before pleasuring me again. His fingers are heaven between my legs and I’ve never felt anything remotely like it. The pain of his palm and the utter ecstasy of his fingers mingle to drive me absolutely insane. My brain’s melting and shorting out, and I can’t do much more than tell him he’s a prick, wiggle my hips, and moan, raising my ass like I’m in heat.
His fingers slide into my mouth again and I roll my tongue around, sucking them and thinking about his thick cock in my throat as he spanks and rubs my clit, and the pressure’s building wildly. He pulls my hair then and buries his mouth on mine like he’s unable to stop himself. I see the uncontrolled intensity in his eyes and realize he didn’t mean for this to go so far. He wanted to spank me and assert his dominance over me, but he didn’t plan on getting me off in the process.