Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I am Holly, right through to my soul. And Holly is happy here.
It’s a real challenge to keep focused on the spanner when he starts clanking more tools around, right by my head. I grip the edge of the bench so tightly my knuckles must be white.
User 965 told me not to move, and no matter what. I’m not going to move.
My eyes are screwed shut under the sleeping mask, and I’m still doing my best to give head to his toy when a cold metal spike trails its way across my tits. A screwdriver. It’s a screwdriver. It has to be. He teases my nipples with a fucking screwdriver, and I shudder, wondering what the fuck he’s going to do with it.
But it’s not my job to think. It’s my job to perform. To give him what he wants. To be the dirty bitch my profile says I can be.
That’s who I am.
I am the dirty bitch my profile says I can be.
It’s who I want to be.
It feels so intense when he trails the head of the screwdriver down my stomach to ease its way into my slit, but he doesn’t fuck me with it. Instead, he uses the pointed head to find my clit, circling like a deviant master with just the right amount of pressure. Despite the foul taste of giving head to one of his tools, I loll my legs open, and begin to relax. Insane, but true.
I enjoy the pointed joy of cold metal against my clit and whimper around the spanner for more. Damn, he’s skilled with it.
I’m actually sad when he eases the spanner from my mouth. I flinch when he clanks it down next to me, but I don’t flinch in fear this time. I do the very opposite. Because it’s so damn hard not to beg for more when he runs the screwdriver’s fat head down my slit, nudging at my hole – a few little nudges that make me want to buck back. Make me want a fucking screwdriver in my hungry cunt.
He slides the fat head back up through my pussy lips and circles my clit with it, and my God I’m fucking buzzing.
“Be still,” he barks, his voice deep and raw.
I hadn’t even realised that I was moving, my hips instinctively rising to his teasing touch.
He slides the head of the screwdriver back down through my pussy lips and nudges at my hole again, almost popping inside. It feels so good. And so damn good when he slides it back up and presses that fat head against my clit. Any more and I’ll be coming on his posidrive.
I moan as the music changes songs, shuffling to illustrate my desire when he takes the screwdriver from my clit, my pussy aching to be filled.
I want to be filled up. Because if he’s this good with my clit… if he can use a metal rod so effectively to bring me to the brink… then hell knows what other skills he has in his arsenal.
I figure I’m ready for anything, but when his hot, flat tongue laps its way up my cheek, my breath hitches and I shudder like a bitch.
“Stay. Fucking. Still.”
A hammer blow smacks the bench to the side of me, and fuck how my heart nearly bursts from my chest. He strikes the wood, over and over, BANG, BANG, BANG and the base instinct of fear is undeniable, especially with the heavy metal still blaring from the speaker. I cry out as the hammer lands close to my hip and the blow vibrates through me, but I stay still, because I trust him.
I trust The Agency, and I trust my proposals, and I trust that this man… this deviant man has done this all before, no doubt about that.
I’m going to have a very interesting tale to tell Josh when I get back.
User 965 uses the fucking grinder so close to me, I swear I can feel the heat of flying sparks prickling my skin.
He saws a piece of wood between my legs, and my thighs quake as I wonder just how close that saw blade is to my pussy, but still, they don’t move. The endorphins flood me, the adrenaline spikes and drives me wild, and I know what’s coming. I know the edge of my own personal cliff is approaching, and I need to tumble so fucking bad, I’m desperate.
I need to give in. Totally and utterly. To accept my fate in subspace, and adore the pure silence in my mind. Nothing but the bliss of surrender.
When the cliff of control finally disappears from under my feet, it’s incredible. I have a smile on my face as my thighs relax, for good this time. I let my Agency experience take over, and let the pleasure of this man rule my world.