Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
He took her earlobe in his mouth and nipped it. "Such a good girl." With his other hand he produced the collar and fastened it snugly around her neck. He attached the leash. "Come, pet. Time for your present."
Confused, she knelt down on the floor. The makeup had been an extravagant gift. It must have cost a small fortune. She followed him down the hall into the bedroom. He unsnapped the leash and took a seat on the chair in the corner.
"Dress for me, pet."
She stood up and looked around the room, her eyes landing on the bed. Laid out on the comforter were a pair of black stockings with lace holdups, a matching lace garter belt, and a beautiful matching bra. She knew they were good quality and very expensive, judging by the metal hooks on the garter belt. The only thing missing were panties.
"Oh, Mark," she said turning to him.
He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
She licked her lips. "Sir. Sir, this is- this is too much. I can't-"
"Don't disrespect me in my own home, pet." He stood up. “Bend over and put your hands on the bed.” She gaped at him. "Now," he ordered.
She was momentarily stunned and placed her hands on the mattress. "Bend over more," he said. "Show me that plug of yours."
She leaned down to her elbows, sticking her ass in the air. He came up behind her and delivered a resounding smack. She jumped. "Do you tell me what to do, pet?" he asked.
"N-no. No, Sir." Another smack on her other cheek.
"Do you make the decisions in this part of our relationship?"
She shook her head. "No, Sir. But-"
He smacked her again. This time harder. "The only butt is yours, pet, and it's going to be nicely pink and displaying my handprints now that you insist on arguing with me."
True to his word, Mark spanked her ass mercilessly as she tightened her fists in the comforter and struggled not to cry out in protest. Occasionally he paused to tug at the plug, twisting it and nudging it deeper into her as his other hand rubbed her pussy. When he was finished, she was panting hard.
"You're a mess," he told her. "Pussy juice running everywhere. Spread your legs, pet. You need to be cleaned up before you get dressed."
She moved her feet apart. "Wider," Mark demanded. When she complied, he knelt down behind her and slowly started licking her juices off her inner thigh. She gasped and surged forward. "Don't you move during your cleaning, pet. Understand me? The only time you move is to fuck my face to orgasm. Understand?" She tried to process his demand. Fuck his face? He pinched her clit and she cried out. "Pay attention, pet. I asked you a question."
"Yes! Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." He set about licking her thighs thoroughly. By the time he reached her pussy, she spread her legs even wider, giving him complete access to her. "Good girl," she heard him murmur against her skin. He spread her labia with his thumbs and licked inside her. She swiveled her hips, trying to take him deeper. He laid one arm across the front of her thighs and pulled her against his lips. With the other hand, he tugged and twisted the plug.
He was teasing her with short little licks, pulling back after each one causing her to move back, trying to prolong the sensation. The warring sensations of being filled by the plug in the rear but being left empty in front left her frustrated. She finally growled in irritation and shoved herself backward, grinding into his mouth.
He released her thighs and pinched her clit. He shoved on the plug, and pushed his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go. She shuddered in orgasm. He was kind enough to wait until she finished coming before licking her pussy clean.
Mark got to his feet and gave her ass a final light slap. "My pet sure does love to be clean."
"Yes, Sir," Abby replied, feeling light headed.
"Well, get dressed. We don't have much time."
She got to her feet and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her ass tingled against the fabric from her spanking. Mark watched with interest as she rolled on first one stocking then the other. She stood up, fastened the garter belt in the back and fixed the clasps to the lace edging of the thigh high stockings. She put on the matching bra, perfect and in her size.
"You can get the panties if you can show me some respect for the rest of the day," he told her.
She met his gaze. "I'm sorry, Sir. It's just such a nice gift. No one's ever given me something so expensive before."
He scowled. "I assume someone's given you a gift before, pet. And you know it's only polite to be grateful. It's not your concern where the gift comes from or how much it costs. Only that I took the time and effort to pick it out for you."