Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
I picked up the riding crop and flipped it in my hand until I was holding it along the smooth bamboo rod.
Her adorable ass blushed a fiery pink after my earlier ministrations. Now I pushed the riding crop's bulbous, ridged handle between her knees. The length of my hand and half the width of my palm, the handle was crafted to be the perfect dildo.
I placed just the right amount of pressure on her lower back to keep her still, while forcing her to arch her back.
“Let’s see if I can make you scream even louder than Our Lady of the Bonfire.”
She let out a shocked gasp as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at me.
“Eyes front,” I commanded as I raised the rod between her legs.
The moment the length of the bulbous handle pressed against her pussy, I was treated to another sharp inhale from my intended bride. By subtly applying pressure, I inserted the handle between her cunt lips.
“What are you—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I said, giving her right ass cheek a quick spank.
She whimpered in response but didn’t object further.
In a slow, rhythmic movement, I moved the handle back and forth between her thighs, using the rounded ridges to stimulate her clit.
Adjusting her grip on the footboard, she moaned. “Oh, oh God!”
I applied more pressure as I gently increased the pace. “That’s it, babygirl. Give in to me.”
Her head tilted back. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Soft golden curls cascaded down her back to cover my hand on her lower back. I had to resist the urge to grab her hair and pull hard. I knew if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself from whipping out my cock and thrusting deep inside of her.
Now was not the time. Not yet.
Without her even realizing it, her hips rocked back to match the thrust of the riding crop handle. A burst of masculine arrogance warmed my chest. There was no fucking way I was going to draw attention to her body’s movements, knowing she would stop just to spite me and herself. Besides, it would deprive me of the decadent pressure against my still straining cock as her ass brushed it.
Knowing she was close, I matched the pace of my riding crop thrusts with her elevated breathing and the rocking of her hips.
I leaned over her. “You like the friction of that riding crop handle?”
I pushed up against the handle, applying more pressure on her clit as she mewed in response.
A deep rumbling emanated from my throat at the grinding of her hips against the handle as she lost all abandon.
Her hand reached between her legs where she tried to push the tip of the handle inside of her.
I pulled back. “Not so fast. Only good girls get fucked. Disobedient girls get a rub-off and no more.”
Her shoulder blades contracted, and her hips lowered when I bent over her kneeling form to place a kiss in the center of her back. As I moved my lips against her now sensitive skin, I said, “I want you to ache for the feel of my cock entering you, filling you.”
A guttural moan was her only response.
As I moved the riding crop faster, I used the tip of my tongue to trace down the center of her back, along the raised edge of her vertebrae. “With me, you will learn there is a difference between those shallow orgasms you get from mindless encounters with bumbling imbeciles, and a soul-searing one that is only possible through complete submission—but only if you behave.”
The carrot and cock method of obedience.
“Please,” she breathed. “I need—”
“I know what you need.”
I just would not give it to her. Well, at least not the full length, not yet. She needed to learn there was pleasure in anticipation.
As I caressed her hip, I slid my hand under her body to cup and squeeze her breast. Her sensitive nipple hardened between my rolling fingers. “Next time, I’m going to take the riding crop to these pretty nipples of yours.”
Her body bucked in response to my seductive threat.
I nipped at the curve of her ear. “You like that, my pain princess? You like the idea of me tying you up and swatting at your vulnerable nipples until they pulse with fiery pain and become so sensitive the slightest touch of my tongue would give you an orgasm?”
Her thighs clenched around the bamboo rod.
She was so very close. It seemed that my blushing bride enjoyed filthy talk.
“And the moment you come, I’ll pound my cock into your tight pussy. Stretching it until you scream for me to fuck you harder and faster.”
Her body bucked in my embrace again. A long, keening moan floated through the air before cutting off as she held her breath and stiffened, a shiver running down her spine.