Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I run my hand over her bare rump, presented very prettily in this animal position. Sliding one finger inside her for a brief moment, I pump her wet sex a couple of times. She is aroused, and I want her to know that I know it.
There could be all sorts of preamble to sex, but on this occasion what I want more than anything is just to use her. She is wet enough to be taken, that I have already ascertained.
So, moments later, my cock stretches her wide. The sight of her pussy lips stretched around me while she wriggles in the stocks is delightful. I have full control of her and her body, a significant portion of which is wrapped around my cock.
I hold myself deep inside her and let her get used to the feeling of being in the stocks and being filled. I want her to sense my control, and to know that I can use her like his whenever I please.
My phone rings. Perfect.
I take the call while I am inside her. It’s a logistics conversation, and occasionally I pump myself in and out of her, withdrawing all the way to the tip and holding myself there for a long moment before sliding back in.
“If we send them to the south dock,” I say, lubing a finger up and slowly toying around the tight bud of her ass. She emits a few grunts and moans, but she can’t really do anything but take what I give her.
She crouches there, her pussy wrapped around my cock, her ass pulsing around my finger, her sense of control no doubt deserting her by the moment as she begins to truly understand that there will be no escape from me. I will take everything from her. She will pay for her sins over and over. She will give up the burden of grief with the suffering of penitence.
I end the call and fuck her firmly for a while, jolting her against the stocks as her tight little cunt grips and pulses around my cock.
“I could keep you like this day after day,” I say conversationally. “I could have my desk modified so your head fits through at the front, and I could fuck your pussy whenever I pleased, keep you lubed and plugged all through the day, so whenever I wanted any of your holes, I could simply fuck you.”
She moans and squirms, orgasm all too far away for her, but the scene my words evoke giving her so much anticipatory pleasure she cannot help but show me with the whimpering and the writhing and the general eager submission to my cock and her place on it.
“Come on my finger,” I growl down at her. “Come for me, you sinful little wretch. Show me how sorry you are, and how loyal and obedient you are going to be for me now that I am in full control.”
Those words push her over the edge, both of her tight holes contracting as orgasm washes through her. She gives herself to me. All of her. Her desire, her release, her complete submission.
I make a mental note to start construction on some alterations in my office.
Ella
Aiden’s punishment continues on and on. The man is insatiable and creative in equal measure. I sleep in the cage at night, at his insistence, and during the day I am taken out when he wants me. He always wants me. I spend hours per day crawling, sitting, kneeling at his feet. The experience is beginning to make me think I might never be permitted to walk again.
“Come to my office, pet,” he says one afternoon, giving the leash a light tug. “I have something for the both of us.”
I am not wearing clothes. Being nude is part of the experience. Sometimes he allows me underwear, but today is not one of those days. There is no bra to support my swaying breasts, or material to cover my pussy and ass as I crawl through the opulent Levin family home.
The moment we enter his office, I recall his earlier promise. It has been days since the stocks in his bedroom, but now there is a specially altered desk in his office.
I cannot believe this. There is nothing he will not do to indulge his dark desires when it comes to me. Most men think a butt plug is going all out. Sweet Teddy would never have done any of this. He was far too kind and charming.
But Teddy is gone, and I am at the mercy of his evil eldest brother now. Evil might be a strong word, but I think in many ways it is the right one.
“Crawl through there,” he says, indicating the underside of the desk. “The side panels will slide in place once you are in position.”