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)
The wetness between my legs dried up, replaced by tears flowing down my cheeks. I started to scream, hardly even thinking about the other associate members who must be able to hear me, who must know that I had disobeyed and was now receiving what I deserved.
“Please… please… sir… stop… please…” I begged, half-meaningless words escaping my mouth among the screams and sobs. I could tell that Christian meant to take me to some precise point of pain and shame, but I had no idea where it might lie. His face seemed so calm and so controlled—such a contrast with the wildness that went through my heart and mind and body with every spank. He so clearly knew exactly what he was doing that his eyes, all on their own, seemed to send me spinning into space.
I looked down again, at the steady cadence of his left hand on his huge, hard penis. The idea that he took pleasure from giving me my painful lesson suddenly seemed not monstrous but just. He had the stiff, menacing thing that I needed inside me so very badly—even through the pain he had brought to the very same place where I ached for him to fill me. He knew how to guide me back to the pleasure he had bestowed when he had taken my virginity. Masturbating had helped, I supposed, but it had also just made me want Christian’s dominant training more.
I felt my body relax into that idea: the wisdom of this man’s actions, even when he had to hurt me in order to get the best from me. My screams turned into moaning sobs, and I felt my hips start to lift toward each spank, rather than away.
Christian stopped spanking me. I raised my eyes again to find him looking straight back at me, his gaze a little narrow, the tiny smile on his lips. I understood that I had had it right; he had known just what point he wanted to take me to. I had reached it: a strange glow of submissive pride filled my chest despite the lingering sting between my legs.
“Good girl,” he said quietly. “Time to close you up.”
CHAPTER 28
Christian
Leah watched with wide eyes as I got the adhesive from the toy cabinet in her headboard. She looked almost unbearably sexy restrained by the webbing straps, her ruined panties around her thigh and her lacy bra making her little breasts seem like luscious peaches, gift wrapped for her master. I found myself having to slow my hand on my rock-hard cock so that I wouldn’t get too close to coming: I had very specific plans for how I would reach climax tonight, once I had finished teaching my rebel this essential lesson.
I held the little plastic vial with the red stripe around its middle up so that Leah could see.
“This is the adhesive,” I told her. “It doesn’t hurt. All you’re going to feel is a little tugging as I pull your outer pussy lips together.”
I studied her face: she had a deep crease in her brow, and she had begun to chew on her lower lip. Unscrewing the top of the bottle, I carefully drew it out, along with the brush attached to it, whose black tip glistened with Selecta’s special super glue.
“The brush lets me apply it precisely,” I said, seeing her brows knit a little more as she took in my words. “So that nothing gets stuck that isn’t supposed to get stuck.”
Leah sucked her lips in between her teeth. A bit to my surprise and very much to my delight, she gave a quick nod.
“There’s another bottle in the cabinet, with a green stripe around it,” I continued. “That’s what I’ll use to open you back up, on Friday.”
I could see her counting in her head. Today was Wednesday. Leah blinked a few times, as if she might be about to cry, but she gave another little nod.
I delivered the final piece of news I had for her, looking intently into her face as I spoke.
“As your sponsor, I’m able to access the video feed from your apartment whenever I choose,” I said, causing a nearly instant wave of pink to make its way to her cheeks. “Tomorrow night at nine o’clock, you’re going to get into lacy underwear and lie here with your legs spread, and stroke your closed lips with one hand, while you put your finger in your anus with the other to get yourself ready for me to fuck you there. I’ll be watching, obviously.”
“Oh…” Leah whispered. “Oh… no… please…”
In her lovely green eyes I could see how much of her resistance to this part of her training came from how terribly it aroused her. I nodded slowly.
“Yes, Rebel. I need you to learn what it means to keep yourself ready for your sponsor’s use. This little exercise will teach you that.”