Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
He wasn’t looking for a response, and with his hand on the back of my head still, he wasn’t letting me move away. He really started mouth-fucking me then, his balls swinging and slapping the underside of my chin every time he shoved in deep.
“I want to bury the tip deep in your throat and shoot my load right into your belly.” He picked up speed until I was clawing at his jean-clad thighs, immediately pushing him away and pulling him closer. “I want you to choke on my cum.” He chuckled. “You won’t need breakfast tomorrow because you’ll be too full from my load.”
But right before he made good on that dark promise, he pulled out and took a step back. His cock—wet and slick with my saliva—bobbed from the force.
My mouth felt swollen. I knew my lips were red. My spit dribbled out the corners, thicker than normal because I’d been gagging on his big dick.
I went to stand, not sure what was going to happen next, but when he tsked, I froze.
“No,” he deadpanned. “You crawl to the bed. I want you thoroughly humiliated before I claim that cunt.”
Chapter
Four
I was mortified as I sat on my knees and stared at this lunatic. The hardwood was cold and unforgiving. I was breathing heavily, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat, my nipples hard enough they ached.
This insane, masked stranger just made me suck his dick, shoved his cock in my mouth so deep my throat was sore every time I now swallowed. I could still taste the flavor of him covering my tongue.
It made me sick.
It made me want more.
He said nothing as he slowly removed his belt from the loops of his jeans. My heart raced even faster as I silently watched him wrap the buckle end around his hand, the long strip of leather hanging down ominously.
I leaned forward and braced my sweaty palms on the floor, keeping my focus right on him as I slowly crawled toward the bed. This was the most humiliating thing I’d ever experienced, and the amount of terror I felt was indescribable… but not as much as the disgusting pleasure I harbored.
I tried to keep my legs closed. I didn’t want him seeing my pussy—how wet I was. My inner thighs felt slick with my twisted need, no longer just from the orgasm he gave me but the fresh arousal that nearly poured from me as I fought to breathe around his massive cock.
When I got to the bed, I braced my hands on the edge of the mattress about to pull myself up. But a swift slap to my backside from his belt had me crying out and my back bowing from the pain.
He chuckled behind me, and that discomfort faded to this warmth that spread from the point of contact throughout my entire body as he swiped his mitt-sized palm over the lash.
Oh, God, I thought just as he caressed the welt again. But then I heard the whoosh of the leather arcing through the air, giving me a warning before it would make contact. So I braced myself, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath me, and closed my eyes. When the leather connected with my flesh, my tits shook, and I moaned in pain then instant pleasure as he pawed the wound.
God, you disgusting whore. This is getting you off.
I braced my upper body on the mattress when he gave me the third hit.
I lifted my ass up for the fourth, silently begging for more.
And just when I thought he’d give me a fifth, I was hauled off the floor, tossed viciously onto the center of the bed, and he was straddling me seconds later.
With my arms pulled above my head, he used his belt to secure them to the headboard, stretching me out like I was his personal sacrifice.
I couldn’t breathe, not as I pulled on the restraints that kept my wrists immobile. It was painful, but it turned me on even more. The leather that bound me dug against my skin and pressed in deep when I fought against it but wasn’t too tight if I held still.
I stared at the masked intruder as he stood at the end of the bed and just watched me struggle. But before long, he slowly started getting undressed, throwing off his dark jacket and letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. Then his dark T-shirt—the collar carefully stretched as not to disturb the mask still glowing like a beacon of agony and desire—and black jeans became a pile on top of it.
He stood before me now naked, his body intimidating with its colossal size and defined muscles. I felt small. Tiny. I felt as if his very stare, even hidden behind the mask, would crush me.