Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
He spanked me again, and my whole body jerked and shuddered, but I kept my backside raised.
“Master… please…” I sobbed. “Please.”
Ivan seemed to hesitate. I felt like I could read his mind: he had given me a precise direction, really, as to how I should play out this scene. All I had to do was lower my ass again, and he would give me back my life, in America. Instead, I had obeyed his command, in the one situation where I shouldn’t have.
I could sense something else in him, too: dominant arousal—not faked at all. The sight of my thoroughly punished bottom, as always, had gotten my master so hard he could scarcely think straight. Despite everything I couldn’t keep down the swelling of degraded pride that rushed into my chest as I heard his rough breathing, and then the sound I knew so very well—the unbuckling of Ivan’s belt and the unfastening of his woolen trousers, the unzipping of his fly.
My beloved, brutal master needed to fuck. He needed to fuck me. I raised my ass, and I whimpered into the passenger seat, helpless to conceal how very badly I needed him: Ivan inside me, claiming me and using me.
But Ivan, I realized, hadn’t succumbed entirely to his lust. I had expected him to thrust his hardness into me and ride me roughly, the way he usually did after a severe punishment. Instead he let go of my hair, and I felt him sit down next to where my upper body rested on the seat.
“You may suck my cock one last time, slut,” he said, “before I give you away. It will be good for Boris to see my seed on your face.”
His hand abruptly seized my head again, the fingers of his right hand intertwining tightly in my disheveled locks. I cried out in fear and helpless, degraded arousal at the sensation, and with the knowledge of what would come next.
“Ma—” I managed to say, though I still had no idea what I could say, once I had Ivan’s attention. But he used the opening of my mouth on the a sound to lower my mouth onto his massive, rigid cock. He had his pants and boxer-briefs around his knees, so his naked lap, with his hardness jutting out of all the golden fur, rushed up at me as I reflexively opened my mouth wider and put out my tongue.
The instinctive impulse to make sure my master could thrust his manhood into the pleasurable kind of orifice he liked to fuck overwhelmed my will to preserve my mission and, above all, to keep Ivan himself safe. My cheeks burned as I understood yet again how deeply my body’s dark, wayward needs operated inside my mind and my heart. I felt my hips jerk and my horribly punished bottom squirm with the jolt of arousal it brought to have Ivan inside me, even in this brutal, humiliating way.
And Ivan liked to fuck my face roughly; I had learned that very early on. He held my mouth in place for his use and he thrust up into it, over and over, filling me to the base of his enormous penis every time. I sobbed around the thrusting shaft, still trying to come up with something to do, or to say, if I got the chance.
My mind fastened on the last thing Ivan had said: if he meant to carry this little scene through, and to make sure all the loose ends got tied up in the end, he would have to pull his erection from my lips, wouldn’t he? So that he could come on my face the way he had just said, so emphatically, he intended to do?
What could I say then? Could I beg to say a final goodbye to him in private?
A plan started to take shape at the back of my mind, even as I let Ivan have his degrading way with my face. I heard him grunt, deep in his chest, the sound I had learned to take so much pride in, because I knew it meant my master was enjoying himself inside my body. I felt the shaft of his penis become even harder, even longer, as it moved in and out between my lips. That meant he would come soon, I knew from long experience, and I tried to ready myself.
Then Ivan threw my little plan into utter confusion. I could feel that he had almost lost control of his movements, as he always seemed to do when about to come, and he let out another grunt of pleasure, this one louder. My body tensed as I prepared myself to speak.
My master paused, his hardness still deep inside my mouth, the head pressing against the back of my throat and my nose buried in the golden nest of his soft, curly pubic hair. I thought I could sense him gathering himself—much as I just had—as if he had come close to losing control, but had regained it.