Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
The frequency of the lashes had been scattered, but now the speed increased to nearly constant. Sweat dampened my hair and slicked my skin. The moistened flogger tails laid fire across my nerve endings, sending my mind into turmoil.
What should have been pain morphed into delirium and then into euphoria—and Sevastyan was fueling it with each stroke.
My vision blurred. No longer could I see the orgy. No longer could I hear anything but his choked groans that accompanied each thwack of leather. It was as if all my senses had receded so I could better perceive each individual flogger strand—and the kiss of breeze preceding a lash.
To better appreciate the steel cock he’d had the foresight to give me.
To float higher and higher until I was flying.
High. I was . . . high. My eyes rolled back in my head, my lips curling with delight, my teeth gritted on the chain so he wouldn’t take this feeling away.
Never take this away. Boneless, hanging from my restraints, I soared—just as my release ripped through me in raw, shattering shock waves. Through clenched teeth, I keened my pleasure.
Tears streaked from my eyes as my sheath milked the dildo again and again. . . .
“Natalya?” I dimly heard Sevastyan calling. “Natalya!”
Calling for me? Where have I gone? Want to go there again.
Once the last of those shock waves had passed, I blinked, turning to him with a dreamy smile.
For some reason, my response made his eyes glint.
Then he rested his forehead on my shoulder, as if overwhelmed by what he’d discovered, as if this was more than he could believe. “Ty sozdana dlya menya.” You were made for me. He licked sweat from my neck, nipping my skin as he ground his erection against me. At my ear, he said, “You were right—I’ve never seen anything more glorious.”
He tossed the flogger aside and began running his hands all over me. The roughness of his calloused palms over my abused flesh made my toes curl.
When he unfastened the strap around my waist to remove the dildo, my inner muscles tightened around it, didn’t seem to want to let go. He insistently tugged until it slipped out. Behind me, it too vanished.
“You like to display yourself, moya plohaya devchonka.” My wicked girl. “Do you want to reveal more to them?”
I frowned—how much more could I possibly show them?—but nodded anyway.
I heard him rustling through items on the tool table. When he returned, he unfastened my left ankle restraint.
Had our audience eased the pace of their pleasures? Wondering what he had in store for me next?
Around my free leg, he wrapped a leather strap, using it like a sling to hoist my knee, until it was level with my waist. He fastened the strap to the same chain that secured my wrists above.
I was balanced on one foot, even more exposed and vulnerable to him, to others.
I heard his zipper descending. Now would he fuck me? Against the fiery skin of my thighs, I felt his length pulsing.
“Do you want them to see you?” He ran the damp head against the cleft of my battered ass. “Really see you. Inside?”
He reached around me to spread my lips. Even after all that had happened, blushes painted my skin. I could feel cool air on my entrance—could feel their desirous eyes centering on me there.
That didn’t stop me from growing even wetter, from my lips swelling against his fingers.
He cupped me wholly. “Offer this to me,” he commanded. “Present it.”
I arched back as far as I could, jutting my ass against him.
“Very good.” He pinched the tips of my nipples in reward, making me light-headed. “Do you want them to see you come again?” Before I could answer, he’d grabbed me, one hand below my raised knee, the other clutching my hip. With one sure thrust, he entered me from behind.
I moaned around the chain, already on the verge. I felt as if I’d never come at all, as if my arousal had been stoked for days with no release.
He gave me long, hard plunges that jostled my body. My breasts bounced, my trapped nipples screaming each time the chain tightened.
As he drove into me, he grated, “You thought I was going out to find another woman that day you spurned me.” He moved in closer, tongue flicking out to taste my sweat. “How could I replace you? Even then I knew it was impossible.”
Can’t think. He’d already felt that strongly for me?
“Am I irreplaceable to you? Drop the chain if I am.”
Irreplaceable? Right now he was everything. A giver of pain and ecstasy, with a godlike body he used to pleasure mine.
With effort, I slackened my jaw, pushing the chain out with my tongue. It fell with a soft tinkling sound.
I licked my lips and worked my jaw, wondering what he would do next, craving it.
He covered one side of my face with his big hand, pulling me back to accept his kiss. Even as he plowed between my legs, his lips were tender on mine. The combination of brutal thrusts with the reverent caress of his tongue was as mind-blowing as anything else from this night—
I heard a sudden snap of leather, felt its sting across my mound. I whimpered into his mouth. Was that a dogging bat? Like the one I’d shown him in the magazine?
I couldn’t look down to see because he still cupped my face. He continued kissing me—letting me know that it wasn’t for me to see what he struck me with. It was for me to feel, to accept his lover’s kiss, to come as he tormented me and fucked me from behind.
Another strike paddled my mons and clit, smacking against my sodden curls; there was a bite, but it wasn’t pain, just friction and pressure where I so feverishly needed it.
Maybe I was desensitized, because I was rocking my hips for more as his cock continued to plunder.
Against my lips, he commanded, “Surrender everything to me, milaya.” Another strike.
And another. I was so close. “Sevastyan,” I whispered. “More.”