Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
“Just beautiful,” he said, staring at my stretched hole. “A gape of pink, with your lips spread wide. A wet tunnel spread open by a metal cage. Filthy, but divine.”
His words made me smile, despite the pain of the stretch.
“You know what to do,” he said, letting go of the whisk and taking the phone from me.
He aimed the camera up close and I took hold of the whisk, wincing at the stretch.
“Take it,” he said, “fuck yourself.”
I bit down and I took it. Nice and slow as I eased those wires into me, the look of pure pleasure on Julian’s face was all I needed.
I gasped as my pussy finally gave and the whisk sucked into me.
“Good girl,” he said. “Very good.”
“It feels good,” I told him before he asked, because I knew he would.
His smile was infectious. “Pain into pleasure?”
“Yes,” I said, “God yes,” and fucked myself some more, rocking against the pressure until Julian stilled my hand. He put the phone aside.
“If you’re this filthy at twenty-one, just imagine what you’re going to be like at thirty,” he said, then leant in and teased my clit with his tongue.
“I’ll be the filthiest girl in the world,” I told him, holding his head to my pussy. “You’d just better make sure you use me.”
I didn’t need to worry about that.
Julian fucked me with the new whisk, and probed my ass with the long, thin handle of the wooden spoon I’d been using for my cake mix, and fuck it, the sweet Victoria sponge really would be ours only.
Julian slopped cold cream all over my thighs and pussy, and ate me out as I squirmed and screamed, and I was lost to everything but the man who’d unleashed my soul and set me free.
I had no restraints anymore. Not for anything.
Not outside the bedroom. Luckily there were still plenty of restraints in there…
I came for him with a whisk in my pussy and a wooden spoon up my ass, gasping as he stared inside me, moaning out loud.
“Give me your cock now, please,” I said, but he shook his head.
“Not yet. You’ll get it when I give it to you. Your first birthday treat.”
“Spoilsport.”
He licked every wire of the whisk clean before he dropped it back on the kitchen side, along with the dirty handled spoon. I had to brace myself as I slid off the worktop to carry on with my baking. Ouch. That was quite a beast of a stretching.
I carried on making my pre-birthday birthday cake while he scanned through the video I’d taken of myself as he fucked me. I watched him smirking as I whisked the cake mix.
“When am I getting your cock, then?” I asked him.
“Midnight,” he laughed. “Your first birthday present.”
“Meanie. I want it now.”
Our filth had become so natural that it was a blessing, veiled behind the scenes while we were around others, but wild in our home. The home we’d moved into from Crenham. The home with French doors leading from the kitchen to an enclosed garden. The home with a four-poster bed and an ensuite bigger than our old living room kitchen combined. The home where we worked and lived and loved in pure happiness. The home I’d be happy to stay in forever more.
“I’m going to be very sore for my birthday party,” I said with a giggle.
“It wouldn’t be a very good birthday party if you weren’t. Don’t tell me you won’t be sharing the details with Lola as soon as you get the chance.”
I grinned at the mention of her name. My party would be a crowd of my favourite people. Lola and Peter, Mum and Tom, Trisha and Ramsay. Jayden and his new girlfriend, Amy. And Molly – the friend I’d felt confident enough to make contact with after all these years.
Just a shame Julian’s family wouldn’t be there to celebrate with me, but slowly, slowly, the bridges were being built in tiny little blocks, but they were being built, day by day.
Julian went out with Grace and Emily for lunch sometimes now, and Emily called him on video every evening to say goodnight, even when I was in the background. Ryan went for pub drinks with Julian occasionally down their local, and Julian always stuck to beer without even a drop of whisky. And Michael was there in his world, too, hovering on the outskirts. They’d meet and chat business and work, and occasionally they’d go and watch rugby together.
I was so pleased that Michael listened to me enough on the Crenham Drive stairs to get in touch with Serena, the girl from Grace’s gym class. I was glad she’d been honest enough to admit the truth about how she’d wanted Julian, and had chased him, as had so many girls after her.
That didn’t make his family’s struggle any easier though, and I got that. Knowing Julian was with me, a twenty-one-year-old girl from the dregs of Worcester, would be a very hard thing to witness in person. It’s one thing knowing it from the sidelines, but another thing entirely seeing it in the flesh.