Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Such a dirty slut,” he murmured, his cock hard.
Pulling his hand away, he slapped her, hard, across the face. She gasped in surprise and pain. The impact made her head whip to the side. Her cheek reddened from the blow. But her eyes were blazing with masochistic fire.
“You need that, don’t you?” he asked. “You need to be slapped.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. “Thank you, Sir.”
He slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. She moaned, low and guttural.
He returned his hand to her cunt, which was even wetter now. The scent of her arousal met his nostrils. She was a pain slut—no doubt about it.
Satisfied he had her in the right mindset, he went to the metal peg board and selected a large flogger. Taking up a position behind her, he slapped the heavy tresses against her ass in a series of thuddy blows.
She sighed softly, her shoulders easing. He smiled to himself. He’d yet to meet a masochist who didn’t settle into herself during a proper flogging. He whipped the leather against her back, starting at her shoulders and making his way down to the backs of her thighs. He flogged her steadily until her skin reddened and her body fully relaxed.
He moved to stand in front of her, pleased to see that her eyes were closed, her lips softly parted. Not done with the flogging, he focused on her breasts and the fronts of her thighs. He liked the way her breasts jiggled at the impact and her soft sigh of erotic pain as the leather stroked her skin. He flogged her until she was sagging in her cuffs, her face to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slack, her long hair streaming down her back.
His cock was bent painfully inside his jeans. Setting down the flogger, he yanked open his fly and reached into his underwear to adjust himself. Ellen remained still, eyes closed, a secret smile on her face as she floated somewhere in submissive space.
Reaching for her cuffs, he released them one at a time and then brought her arms down to her sides. As he gently massaged them, she lifted her head and opened her eyes. “Thank you, Sir,” she breathed. “That was… I needed that.”
“You did,” he agreed. “And now you can thank me properly.” He pressed lightly on her shoulders. “On your knees.”
As she sank down in front of him, he pushed his jeans and underwear down just far enough to free his cock and balls. Stepping closer to her, he gripped a handful of her silky hair and guided her toward his throbbing shaft.
“Make me come,” he commanded, his hand still tangled in her hair. “And make sure you swallow every drop.”
She opened her mouth like a good little slave.
He groaned with pleasure as he slid his cock past her parted lips. He’d jerked off the night before in his hotel room, his balls blue from the brief scenes he’d enjoyed with the three auction subs. But this was so much better than a hand job. Ellen’s mouth was warm and wet. She closed her lips around his shaft as he slid it deeper, moving past her soft palate to lodge in her throat.
A lesser trained sub might have gagged, but Ellen accepted him with apparent ease. He pushed deeper, aware he was blocking her windpipe, curious how long she could maintain her composure while unable to draw a breath.
He watched her carefully, noting the rising color in her cheeks, her widening eyes and the heave of her chest. They hadn’t yet discussed distress signals but he had a feeling this highly trained sub wouldn’t use one unless she absolutely had to. It would be interesting to test her limits and see just how far he could go.
But just now he was too aroused to experiment. Instead, he pulled back enough to allow her to draw a breath. As he moved in and out, she did something with her tongue and throat muscles that felt so damn good he could barely stand it. The sound of her wet, guttural breathing as he fucked her face only spurred him on.
When her long, cool fingers curled around his balls, he groaned his approval. As she stroked him with her mouth and fingers, his balls tightened, his heart pumping. He caught his breath as a rush of jism hurtled upward through his shaft. His hand still on her head, he held her in place as ribbons of ejaculate shot down her throat.
Only when she’d milked him dry did he finally pull away. She seemed almost reluctant to let his cock leave her mouth as he withdrew his still semi-erect shaft. Her eyes were shining, her lips parted, her nipples fully distended.
Damon smiled down at her, delighted with what a delicious little slut she was turning out to be. Then he pointed to his booted foot, the sadist in him again rising to the fore. “Thank me for coming down your throat by licking my boot until I tell you to stop.”