Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He loomed over me, still impeccably if casually dressed in his white oxford and perfectly worn jeans. I bent over the back of the couch, my naked backside raised for Christian’s every whim. My face had gone as red as a beet, and my eyes sparkled with tears.
“Ask me to spank your pussy,” Christian said, his voice calm but very stern.
“What?” I cried. Emotion seemed to boil up in my chest.
“You heard me, naughty girl. You know you need it. Ask for it.”
Oh, no. He couldn’t. It wasn’t fair.
He knew it wasn’t fair; I didn’t even have to wonder. Christian had no intention of ever showing me fairness; that wasn’t what this was about in the slightest. He had billions of dollars: keeping me as his submissive fuck toy represented no more than a rounding error in his budget. That entitled him to use a sweet, independent young woman like me exactly as he chose, with absolutely no regard for whether she felt he had shown her a shred of ‘fairness’… whatever that idea might mean in this already unfair world.
Sweet, independent young woman. I had thought of myself that way for a long time. My attempt to game the New Modesty had seemed to me not to change that, even when I had sat in my apartment and refused to answer the door for dates I had agreed to go on. I had begun to realize… really, Christian had started to force me to see… that I had an essential willfulness lurking inside me, though.
You know you need it. I felt my face scrunch into a woeful pout; I watched it happen in the window, and I saw to my even greater embarrassment that Christian had his eyes on me, in our reflection. His gaze seemed so cool, his assessment so calm, that it made my own inner turmoil all the greater.
“You don’t have to ask in words, Leah,” he said as a little smile curved the left side of his mouth. “You may put your hands behind you and spread your thighs for me, to show me you accept your punishment.”
He accompanied his words by releasing my wrists at last. The flash of impulse to get up and try once again, in vain of course, to escape, only lasted a split second. But how could I possibly follow his filthy command—or suggestion, or however I was supposed to understand it? If I couldn’t ask in words, how could I possibly ask that way?
My arms had fallen from my back to my sides. My fingers seemed to twitch as my mind processed the terrible dilemma. My thighs trembled, too: for an instant I almost decided to try closing my knees to see what would happen.
But Christian’s left hand returned to the small of my back, pressing down hard. I cried out in alarm, having no idea where his right hand would come down when I saw him raise it, in the reflection. I did press my knees together, then, but he clearly didn’t mean to start the horrible final part of my punishment until I had followed his even more horrible instructions. His hand came down, hard and fast, on my bottom-cheeks: right, left, right, left, right, left.
I screamed at the sudden, sharp renewal of pain. I tried to cover my bottom.
“Take those hands away, Leah,” Christian snapped. “Or use them to spread yourself for your pussy spanking.”
An enormous, wrenching sob burst from my chest. Terror seemed to fill my upper body, coming in behind that sob. Out of sheer instinct, I opened my knees again and I moved my hands down. With no idea why I had obeyed, I tugged my upper thighs apart, and I let out a whimper at the feeling of the air moving over my sensitive inner lips, and even over the hidden opening of my virginal vagina.
“Good girl,” Christian said as I watched his right hand ascend again, in the reflection. “Sweet little rebel with a sweet little pussy. We’ll get this over with quickly.”
CHAPTER 19
Christian
Leah presented the most enchantingly sexy sight I had ever laid eyes on. My cock had gone rock hard against my thigh the moment I started to spank her, and her adorable attempt to cover up her scarlet ass-cheeks with her little hands had made its rigidity almost painful.
The best part didn’t even come from the prospect of taking her virginity, when the time arrived, and of burying my aching manhood inside her body until we both found the release of our mutual raging need. The best part came from knowing, with more certainty than I’d ever felt before with a submissive, sexy-but-innocent young woman, that something more had begun to take shape here in her apartment.
Fulfilling my darkest, most dominant desires in training Leah for my sexual use would serve to help her find and enjoy all the pleasure her body could give her. Of course it would: her conflicted but terribly urgent bodily responses to my mastering touch told me that beyond any doubt.