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)
As soon as the panic left my poor lungs, I took advantage of Seth standing in front of me. , I used my tongue and licked clean some of the cum from his lower stomach. I heard him hiss in pleasure but then he took a fistful of my hair and stopped me from continuing to lap at his skin like a cat licking cream.
“What in the hell are you doing, Baker?” he asked. His voice sounded…shocked.
“Tasting you,” I answered and tried to escape the hold he had on me so I could sneak another swipe. His fist held tight.
“Tasting me,” he said softly. His tone was laced with disbelief.
Several seconds passed and I supposed he was trying to figure out what to do with me. I had a feeling that Seth was rarely surprised. I’d like to think I’d done nothing but surprise him since we’d met. I sure the fuck had surprised myself.
Finally, he said, “I’m very disappointed in you, Baker. You were clearly struggling to breathe, but you didn’t drop the bell like I’d told you to.” His hand swiped along my cheek, wiping some of his cum onto a finger. The hand that was fisted in my hair forced my head up to where I was looking up at him. His eyes were dark—the pupils blown. Very slowly, he placed the coated finger against my lips and I sucked his finger inside my mouth, cleaning the cum away and swallowing it. My eyes never left his. His never left mine.
In that moment, something inside me shifted. I belonged to Seth…whether he wanted me or not.
“That made me very happy, Baker. Because you pleased me so much, I won’t discipline you for not dropping the bell. If it happens again, I’ll put a cock cage on you and the only way you’ll empty your balls will be when I milk them.” He patted my head and stepped away. “And trust me on this, you won’t enjoy being milked. What would you like to say to me?”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I answered obediently. Then I smiled and said, “You taste good—kinda sweet and tart. Maybe I should call you Sweet Tart instead of the other way around?”
He took his cock in hand, which was already hard again, came forward and smacked me across the face with it. Twice.
“You’re very naughty, Baker. One of these days, I might just decide to fuck some of that naughtiness out of you.” He stepped back again and pushed the lever that caused the table to flip upright again.
“Promises, promises,” I muttered as the table slowly shifted into place.
When all the movement stopped, he started disassembling the part that he’d placed over my stomach. “Did you enjoy your first encounter with a prostate stimulator?” he asked as he worked on the table.
“It was…intense, ya know? Almost too much pleasure,” I answered truthfully. “There was no way I ever thought I could come without somebody touching me, but you managed to make a liar out of me.” He continued to work on the table. “It was exhausting. How long was it before I…you know? It seemed like hours. Fuck, now that I think about it, your toy was more torture than pleasure.”
“Really? Hmmmm,” he murmured as he added a part to each side of the table. The new sections went behind both of my knees and when he hit another button on the table, it started moving the new pieces further back. And further. And fucking further. Before he stopped the machine, my knees were nearly flat against my chest.
He glanced down at his watch and said, “Well, Baker, that only took you about nine minutes. It may have felt like hours, but it was really just a short nine minutes.” He smiled down at me and added, “But the first one is always the fastest. The second orgasm takes much longer.”
“Second? What? No, you’re kidding, right?” I nearly shrieked in alarm.
He shook his head from side to side. Then the thumping started.
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Seth
His second orgasm had taken thirty-seven minutes and he’d called me every dirty name in the book. Three times. Oh, and either he spoke several languages, or he’d made up new curse words to call me, I wasn’t sure which it was. He was so fucking cute when he was sexually frustrated. Fifteen minutes had passed, and he was still sipping at the bottle of water I’d given him. His eyes shot poison darts in my direction. I’d released his wrists and put the exam table back into a more comfortable position, but left his ankles secured into the stirrups.
I fiddled with the two remaining toys on my cart and ignored his death ray glare. “You know, I can’t believe such ugly words could come from such sweet lips, Baker. I’m shocked at some of the things you had to say. You could have simply dropped the bell or said your safe word and it would have all ended immediately.”