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)
My keeper had spoken, though, in a way that suggested that any fuck toy worth the effort of subsidizing her and training her to please a man’s cock should know not to wear her panties inside her suspender straps. Obviously the man to whom she belonged would want those panties to come down easily when the time came to discipline her and use her.
If I had actually thought about the matter as I donned my shameful lingerie, Christian’s even voice suggested, and remembered that his one rule for me comprised, really, only remaining constantly available for his pleasure, I would never have thought otherwise. What if he had wanted to make me take off my panties in the restaurant, for instance, and give them to him?
Even as I gazed back into those steady eyes, lost for a moment in the reverie of humiliation into which his words had thrown me, though, I saw him move, reaching for me. At the feeling of his left hand on my back, just above my tailbone, I jerked out of my shameful daydream. I let out a little cry of alarm and shame as he pulled the thong down as far as it would go, to the middle of my thighs, in a tangle at the tops of my white nylons.
“Arch your back,” he instructed. “Head up and bottom up. Knees further apart. Offer me everything.”
“Oh, no,” I whispered. It didn’t sound like a refusal, even to me—especially because at the same time I breathed the words I had begun to obey the terrible command. I felt the air on my private places. I felt the tug of the horrid adhesive on my sealed pussy lips. I watched the girl in the window furnish her poor bare bottom for the belt’s fiery discipline.
Christian had withdrawn his hand, but now, to my dismay, he moved it back between my thighs. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel it, because it tugged a little at the panties stretched between my legs. He rubbed the gusset of the thong between his fingers, and my face felt like the surface of the sun.
“You got these very wet, didn’t you, Rebel?” he asked.
I bit my lip, gazing back into his eyes in the window’s reflection. I knew I had to answer, or my punishment would be much worse. And, I found with a thrill of shame in my chest that made my nipples tingle in the lacy bra, I wanted to answer.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
CHAPTER 34
Christian
I moved my left hand to Leah’s back, where the garter belt crossed her spine so very enticingly. I extended my fingers and applied just enough pressure to instruct my rebel that she must remain as still as she could while I whipped her.
She replied with one of her little whimpers, the kind of noise that seemed to send a shockwave of dominant arousal through my system, straight to my iron-hard cock. I looked down intently, taking in the gorgeous sight of her smooth, closed pussy and her adorable little anus framed in the suspender straps, the panties, and the lacy garter belt with its seductive suggestion of bondage. Feeling Leah’s beautiful green eyes on me in the window’s reflection, I raised the belt three-quarters of the way to shoulder height.
My marvelous rebel gave another whimper, this one softer and more fearful. I turned my eyes back to the window and met her gaze once more. Leah’s facial expression seemed to tell me everything a Selecta biometric report claimed to reveal—more, even. She needed my firm hand, my strict discipline, more deeply than she had yet discovered, her eyes told me… but they also said, in the furrowing of their brows, that she had definitely begun that discovery. These last two days, spent with her pussy sealed by her master, had produced precisely the result I had intended: my rebel trusted that I would take care of her with skill and affection as well as with severity when she disobeyed.
“Push your bottom out further, Leah,” I told her, my voice a little husky with my arousal. I accompanied the words with gentle pressure on her back, to help her learn how to present herself for punishment. I felt her yield, and I turned my attention back to her bottom in time to watch the sweet bud of her anus contract with a tiny, fearful movement as she sensed how very exposed that most secret of passages had become—and perhaps as she remembered my promise to claim her there tonight.
I brought the belt down, snapping its doubled leather hard across both Leah’s cheeks. The sound rang sharply off the walls of her apartment. My arm had started its second downward motion before she cried out. By the time I delivered the third lash, a little lower down than the first two, Leah had started to have trouble holding her position: her back had bent upward and her head had gone down as her backside attempted a futile escape forward, as if she could get it out of range of the punishing stroke.