Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
A smile spreads across her pretty face before she masks it, and I like the way her eyes light up with happiness. She crawls onto the bed, and I grab her ankle to stop her from going too far because I’ll be standing right here on the side of the bed. “I want your feet at the edge,” I tell her. “No need to go to the middle. I want you to lay across it.”
She places her chest and face on the bed and spreads her knees wide, showing me her shaved cunt and ass like the needy slut I’m making her. The shower got her all worked up. It’s amazing that just yesterday she was crying and trying to hide her body from me, and now she’s practically begging me to touch her.
I reach over and gather her wet hair off her back. “Sit up for a second,” I say, getting a thought now that I see her in this position. She does so, her back to me. “Place your arms between you and the bed. I want them underneath you and your hands down by your feet.”
She thinks about it for a second and then lays her arms down her chest and stomach before lying down once again.
“That’s it. Good girl.” I open the nightstand and grab something different from what I originally wanted.
Looking back at her, I grab her wrist by her leg and pull it farther down to where her hand is by her foot. The position pushing her legs farther apart. I pull off the end of the duct tape and hold her wrist to the inside of her ankle, wrapping the duct tape around the two, taping them together.
“Tyson,” she whimpers, her ass lifting up in the air only to push it back down.
I rip it off once I’m satisfied she’s not going anywhere. Then I go over to her other wrist and ankle, doing the same. Once done, I stand back and look at her. She’s fisting her taped hands, her body rocking from side to side, trying to loosen the tight spot I’ve got her locked in.
I toss the tape to the floor and step up behind her, running my hand over her pussy. She jumps, and I push my finger into her. She cries into the bed, and I thrust a second one into her cunt. “Does that hurt?” I ask her, not caring if it does. I’m committed at this point. Even if it hurts, she’s going to come.
“Yes.” She pushes against me. “No.” Her voice changes to a moan as she shifts on the bed, and I smile.
I pick up my pace, pushing them in and out of her harder, faster. She’s rocking back and forth the best she can, and she cries out when I add a third, opening her up. I reach over and grab the Bodywand and turn it on. The sound of buzzing fills the room.
I place it on her clit, and she jumps. “TYSON!” My name rings out, and I rub it against her clit while my fingers continue to fuck her.
Pushing the dial, I turn the wand up a little more and she wiggles, her body thrashing and gasping. Her hips rock back and forth as if she’s fucking my cock. She’s screaming my name into the mattress in no time. I knew it wouldn’t take her long. She’s never played with toys before.
I turn off the wand, toss it to the floor next to the tape, and step back, removing my fingers as well, watching the cum drip out of her pussy. I run my knuckles over it and bring them to my lips, sucking on them, tasting her like I wanted. “Fuck, you taste so good, Lake.”
She lies there with her ass up, shaking uncontrollably, gasping. I place my thumbs on either side of her pussy, opening up her cunt. Leaning over, I’m unable to stop myself, and I run my tongue over her pussy, licking up her cum like a starving man.
“Ty-son,” she whimpers my name.
I push my face into her, sucking on her throbbing clit, feeling her try to pull away from me as she screams. I grab her thighs and dig my fingers into her skin, holding her in place, knowing I’m going to leave reminders tomorrow of what I do to her tonight, but I don’t care. She’s mine to mark. To claim.
I fuck her with my mouth and fingers until she’s crying out my name once again and she’s coming in my mouth while I devour her like she’s my last meal, loving the way she tastes like a peach—sweet and oh, so juicy.
Standing, I open the top drawer and grab a knife. I cut the tape, freeing both of her wrists from her ankles, and she stretches out, softly crying at how sore her body is from being bound so tight. She needs to get used to it.