Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I come for him with white lights behind my eyes, and I’m such a crazy, horny bitch that I squirt as I do it, gushing around his wrist.
“Thank you, Master,” I tell him as he eases his fist out of me, then I collapse onto the floor like a fish out of water.
I’m relieved when I feel him taking out the nettles with care, stretching me open to make sure he’s taken every single one.
“Don’t worry, Holly. Nettles don’t do damage. Not permanently. They are a such a stunning natural pain.”
Right now, I don’t give a shit about damage.
I wonder if it’s over. It feels like I’m done. Like there’s nothing more to give or take.
Or have we only just started? My throbbing body has lost all track of time.
I start in shock as he hitches my ass up and lines himself up between my legs. He nudges his cock against my burning pussy.
“You’re not the only one who understands the pain of sacrifice in the name of pleasure,” he says, and then he thrusts his cock inside me, using the trap of fire for his own thrill.
It must be as painful for him as it is for me. He’s hissing and grunting with every thrust but I shunt back at him, urging him on. Harder, harder, harder. Give me your cum, Master, please!
I’m back in the crazy zone as he slams into me, my soul flying high. I use every bit of strength in my trained pussy to squeeze his cock tight through the pain, and I feel on top of the world as he gives it to me. His hips slam hard and he curses as he unloads, leaving his thick cream inside to ease my pussy, and the joy I’m feeling at making Master come is another heady zone altogether.
The atmosphere in the room changes in a flash, bodies shuffling and getting out of the way before Master catches his breath.
“Stay still,” he says, pulling out of me.
I’m panting like a bitch, trembling and burning up, but I do as I’m told, wondering what the fuck he’s going to do next as I hear him moving about, imagining two fists in the pussy – is that even possible?
I feel him back next to me, kneeling by my thigh. “Some cooling relief,” he says and fuck how I jump when he douches me. Squirt after squirt of cold water fills me up and I push it out on instinct.
“Thank you, Master,” I say as he keeps on going, moaning at the relief as the fire inside weakens to a throb.
Finally, he helps me to my feet.
“Don’t take your hood off.”
“I won’t,” I tell him.
I guess it must be over. I’m not sure if I want it to be.
“Thank you, Master,” I say again.
“You did well, Holly,” he says and holy fucking shit, how it hurts as he unbinds my tits. I cross my arms over my chest, knowing I’m going to be feeling it for days, but he doesn’t stop me from covering myself. I’m not told to put my hands down by my side.
“There will be a drink in the back seat of the Bentley for you,” he says. “The hood is big enough that you can untie it and drink without having to take it off.”
It’s only then that I realise how parched I am. Exhausted, battered, breathless and desperate for a drink.
“Please be aware you’ll take some time to recover from this. There will also be some ointment next to you in the back seat of the Bentley. It will ease any nettle symptoms, so use it liberally.” He pauses. “It won’t have the same effect on your other wounds, though. They will need a different kind of care and attention.”
I laugh under the hood, high as a kite on endorphins.
“Yeah, I, um, expect that might be the case.”
“You may well need to postpone one or two of your proposals, actually. The games became especially heated,” he says, and I can tell his eyes are roving all over me. “Don’t worry, we can handle that for you. Please just mark out your calendar availability on the app, and I’ll have Orla reorganise your schedule. We’ll reimburse you for the lost opportunities.”
“On top of sixty grand? Seriously?” I feel surprisingly at ease as I speak to him. “Really, Master, you don’t have to do that. You’ve given me enough already.”
“No, Holly. You’ve earnt your fee. That’s a different thing entirely.”
I get a weird rush of pride.
I did it. I made it through every fucking minute, even when I wanted to buckle and run.
“Let me get the butler to accompany you,” he says, and I get the closest thing to morning after syndrome I’ve felt in a while.
I have so many questions I want to ask him, and as for this hood – it would be so tempting to pull it off right here and now.