Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“A little, yes,” she confirmed, her fingers continuing their maddening rhythm. “But I needed that. I was so ashamed of how my body responded, how I began to crave his dominance. But he taught me that shame and pleasure could coexist, that surrendering to both was the path to true fulfillment.”
I had started to sob openly now, my body writhing against the restraints as overwhelming sensations crashed through me. “Thank you,” I heard myself whisper through my tears, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Thank you, Mistress.”
The bedroom door opened with a soft click, and Colonel Quinst’s voice filled the intimate space. “Don’t stop on my account, ladies. This is exactly what I hoped to see.”
Betty’s fingers stilled for a moment as she turned toward her husband, her cheeks flushed with arousal and something that looked like nervous pride. “Thank you, John. Viola is proving quite responsive to feminine instruction.”
“Indeed she is,” he replied, his eyes taking in the scene with evident satisfaction. “Continue with her training. I want to watch.”
Something shifted in Betty’s demeanor at her husband’s presence. Her maternal warmth took on a harder edge, as if she felt compelled to demonstrate her authority over me for his benefit. Her fingers resumed their movement with renewed intensity, making me gasp and writhe against the restraints.
“Viola,” she said, her voice carrying new command, “if you want to reach completion, you must ask permission properly. Tell me exactly what you need.”
The demand sent fresh mortification through me, but my body was too far gone to resist. “Please, Mistress,” I sobbed, “I need… I need to come. Please let me come.”
“Not yet,” she said firmly, her fingers slowing to an agonizing pace that left me trembling on the edge. “You’ll wait until I decide you’re ready.”
Colonel Quinst moved closer to the bed, his hands already working at his uniform buttons. “Betty, I want you to use your mouth on her while you continue with your fingers. Show me how well you can make her respond.”
“Yes, sir,” Betty replied immediately, her submission to her husband’s direction absolute even as she maintained control over me. She positioned herself between my spread thighs, her breath warm against my most intimate places.
When her lips found me, I cried out in shock at the sensation. The combination of her skilled tongue and the continued pressure of her fingers sent me instantly to the precipice of release.
“Please!” I begged desperately, my hips bucking against her mouth. “Please, Mistress, I can’t… I need to come!”
Betty lifted her head just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “Not yet, dear. You must learn patience.”
“Please, I’m begging you!” I sobbed, my entire body trembling with need.
Betty glanced toward her husband, who had shed his uniform jacket and was working on his shirt. “May she have release, sir?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “Give her what she needs.”
Betty’s mouth returned to me with renewed purpose, her tongue working with devastating skill while her fingers maintained their rhythm. The dual stimulation shattered my control completely, and I screamed as the first orgasm tore through me with overwhelming intensity.
But she didn’t stop. Even as I writhed in vain against my bonds, she continued her relentless assault on my senses, driving me toward a second peak with ruthless efficiency.
“Again,” Colonel Quinst commanded from beside the bed, his voice thick with arousal as he watched his wife work. “Make her scream again.”
Betty’s response was immediate, her tongue finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The second orgasm crashed over me before I had recovered from the first, tearing another desperate cry from my throat as my body convulsed against the restraints.
“Beautiful,” the colonel murmured, and I heard the rustle of fabric as more clothing hit the floor. “Once more, Betty. I want to see her completely broken before we proceed.”
“No, please,” I gasped, my voice raw from screaming. “I can’t…”
But Betty’s mouth was merciless, her fingers working inside me with devastating precision. When the third climax hit, I thought I might actually lose consciousness from the intensity. My scream echoed off the bedroom walls as my body shattered completely, every muscle trembling with the aftershocks.
When I finally opened my eyes, Colonel Quinst stood naked beside the bed, and the sight of him made my breath catch in my throat. His cock was magnificent—thick and long and demanding in a way that made my recently satisfied body clench with fresh, impossible need.
“Powers,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my eyes fixed on his imposing manhood. Something deep in my core twisted with desperate want, as if every orgasm Betty had given me had only prepared me for this moment.
I had never needed anything as desperately as I needed him inside me right now.
“Betty,” the colonel said, his voice carrying absolute authority, “I want you to queen her. Hard. Make her serve you properly while I decide what to do with that needy little cunt of hers.”