Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Do you see what a mess he’s made?” Sir asked. “El-Mudad, let Sophie clean you up.”
El-Mudad stood, straddling the seat, and moved close enough that his still erect cock brushed my lips.
Neil slowly withdrew, almost entirely out of me. He let me hang in a moment of apprehension before slamming hard and deep again.
I opened my mouth to cry out, and Sir pushed me forward, filling it with El-Mudad's visibly throbbing cock. He cried out in agony, so wanting to pull away, captive by the force of Sir’s will alone.
"Suck," Sir ordered, and though El-Mudad shouted, "Please, no!" I drew hard on the head of his erection and swirled my tongue around him. The sick thrill I got from tormenting his already abused cock curled my toes and made my pussy clench down on Sir.
He hissed, "Sophie, I'm surprised at you. It seems like you enjoy hurting him."
I kind of did.
"Please," El-Mudad whimpered. "Please."
"Please make you come? Again?" Sir ground deeper, and I gagged as El-Mudad's cock shoved into my throat. "That’s quite greedy of you. Fuck her mouth."
El-Mudad jerked his hips back and, seemingly against his own will, thrust forward again. I coughed and choked as he sobbed with every stroke. "Please. Please don't make me. Please."
"Please don't make you come in her mouth?" Sir asked. "That's very considerate of you."
Sir pulled out of me fast, releasing a gush of wetness that drenched my thighs. "Fuck her ass, then."
"What?" El-Mudad gasped. "I can't. I can't."
"You can." Sir zipped his fly. He pushed three fingers roughly into my pussy and wriggled them, coating them in my wetness. He went to El-Mudad and slicked the fluid over his cock. "Fuck her ass."
I wondered if El-Mudad would safeword.
But he bent his head, stifled a sob, and moved behind me.
"Let's check in. Are you still all right, El-Mudad?" Neil asked.
The tip of El-Mudad's cock nudged my ass, and he breathlessly confirmed, "Yes."
"Sophie?"
Sweat from pain and anxiety rolled down my forehead. My arms trembled, barely able to hold me up. But I said, "Keep going."
My Sir replaced my husband in an instant. "You heard her. Keep going."
Though Sir had applied lube earlier, and though El-Mudad's cock was slippery from his sweat and my saliva, it wasn't enough; the agonizing roughness of his penetration took my breath away on a scream of pain.
"Oh, be quiet, Sophie. Don’t pretend as though you don’t love being treated like the whore that you are," Sir scolded.
Every thrust of El-Mudad's hips was punctuated by a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob that went on and on until he finally stilled with a raw cry. The next word he gasped was, "Yellow."
"All right," Neil said. "Let's take the loop off."
"Nothing else with my dick," El-Mudad said.
“Sophie?” Neil asked, arching a brow at me.
I licked my lips. “Green.” El-Mudad wasn’t the only greedy one.
Sir nodded and freed his cock again, stroking it lazily as he contemplated me. “All right. On the bed.”
I moved to comply and had only just gotten my knees on the edge of the massive mattress when Sir grabbed my ankles and jerked hard, toppling me onto the duvet. He was on me in a moment, never bothering to take his trousers down; the buckle of his belt scratched the back of my thighs as he thrust into me. It took him all of four hard strokes before he completely lost himself and poured hot pulses into my cunt with a low growl of relief.
He gave himself a moment to regain his composure. Once, Neil had confided that the moment he felt least “in-character” during our games was the moment right before orgasm. When he knew he would have to give over to involuntary, natural reactions, rather than in control of what happened around him. Once he’d pulled himself together, he slipped from my body and asked, “check in?”
"Yeah, um, my clit is broken," I wheezed, raising one hand.
"Then let's call it a day, shall we?" he suggested, helping me up and holding me while I got my balance.
"Are we going back to the house now?" El-Mudad asked. "Or do we have time to shower?"
"And cuddle?" I asked hopefully.
"Why don't we fill up the bathtub, turn on the jets—" Neil began.
"And make out!" I shouted over him.
"Sophie does still need her spankings," El-Mudad reminded Neil.
My mouth dropped open in outrage. "Snitch!"
"We'll just add them to the total she's already run up," Neil said darkly and swatted me on the butt. "That one doesn't count."
"I should hope not, Sir." I hopped up on my tiptoes to kiss him. "Because that wasn't nearly hard enough."
Chapter Two
Having El-Mudad’s daughters living with us required some changes to our routines—and to our property. El-Mudad had paid to have a gorgeous new stable built on the undeveloped northwest corner of our estate so his girls could continue their riding lessons.