Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“A healthy prostate is not only vital to a man’s health, Baker, it can also offer a great deal of pleasure when properly stimulated. The toy I’m about to use on you was developed specifically to send pulse after pleasurable pulse against your prostate. It’s going to feel exquisite.” He nipped at my neck and whispered, “It’s going to feel like torture, too.”
He disappeared for a second and when he returned to stand in front of me again, I could see he held something in his hand. The bands across my forehead and the one securing the ball gag in my mouth prevented me from moving enough to see the toy. I squirmed. He laughed.
“The one I’ve chosen for you is approximately four inches in length and about the circumference of two of my fingers. I’m going to lube it up really nice for you and then slowly ease it in. Jingle your bell if you’re okay with that.”
Fuck him for making me ask for it, even with a fucking ball gag in my mouth. My hand twitched and the bell jingled. Excitement bubbled inside of me when he moved to stand between my obscenely spread legs. One of his hands, large, hot, and strong, massaged my ass cheeks while he kept whispering how I needed to relax.
Which was stupid. What I needed was him to put that toy in my ass.
Instead, he kept massaging. Sometimes it was a caress, gentle and soft. Other times, he was rougher. He even spanked my ass cheek several times. When a finger finally slid between my cheeks, I nearly jumped out of my skin and made an embarrassing noise which was muffled by the ball gag. Several times he did that, just teased the skin between my cheeks but then quickly moved back to massaging. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime and when my moans of frustration became embarrassingly loud, he used his hand to spread my cheeks wide apart, exposing my hole.
I didn’t have long to ponder what I must look like to him or how humiliated I should be. As he held me open, I felt something hard push against my pucker.
“Push out against it, Baker,” he ordered softly.
I pushed like he requested and would have screamed loud enough to wake the dead if the damned ball gag wasn’t in my mouth when he pushed the entire length of the toy inside me at once. It burned. I felt…too full. It was too much.
We needed to start with a fucking smaller size!
“Does this hand still work?” he asked as he grabbed the fist holding my safe word bell.
When he softened his grasp, I shook my hand to show him I was fine. I wasn’t fine, though. It burned like a motherfucker. If that was four inches, my cock was a good solid eight. There was no way that was four inches. Absolutely, positively no way.
“Your ass feels full, doesn’t it?” he said as he walked away from me. “Almost too full. Almost too much for you to handle.”
When I saw him again, he was placing a large chair directly in front of me, almost touching my head. Just as I realized he meant to sit his ass right in fucking front of me, his cock slapped me on the jaw as he squeezed his body between me and the chair.
He’d gotten naked. Seth was completely naked. Seth was completely naked and sitting in a chair only inches away from my head. When his hand reached down to stroke his own hard length, I moaned through the ball gag.
Fuck, his cock was beautiful. Naturally, he was bigger than me—wouldn’t that be my luck? He was thicker and longer, the bulbous head too impossibly large to fit inside another man. Veins ran the length and my tongue, trapped behind the gag, itched to trace the path. A heavy drop of precum looked like a pearl sitting atop his slit.
He scooted the chair closer. If the strap wasn’t around my forehead, I could have easily lowered my lips enough to lick him. His scent….
Fuck, he smelled good. Why would I think that? I inhaled deeply again, memorizing his smell so I could jack off to it when I was alone, and my hands weren’t tied. His balls were huge, hairless, and looked like they begged for my touch. Every damned thing about him was gorgeous in a totally masculine way. Weird, I’d never really admired the male physique before. Sure, I’d noticed when a guy was bigger than me, as many were, but I’d really been sizing them up to see if they were a danger to me.
“Do you like looking at my cock, Sweet Tart?” Seth asked as he kept stroking the hard length in a lazy, seductive movement.
I watched his hand, reminding myself of a cat watching one of those laser lights people bought to capture their attention. He’d definitely captured mine. Like the cat, I wanted to pounce on him—to knock his hands out of the way and let me play with his toy. How had he done this to me in such a short period of time? How would I ever be able to walk away when he was finished with me?