Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 88807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
The sight of bars makes me whimper. There are several cells down here. What could they be used for? Do I want to know? Christian drops me in front of them, and I land in a heap, trembling. “What are you doing?” I croak when he begins unbuckling his belt. “Are you going to beat me?”
“No, you'll enjoy this a lot more than that.” He pulls me to my feet once his belt is free, standing me up with my back to the bars. With his body pinning me in place, he raises my arms above my head and cinches my wrists with the belt. I hiss in pain when he pulls the belt tight enough to bite into my skin.
I’m trapped. He’s tied me to the bars. And now, his growing erection stirs against me. It's almost too dark to see, but I can make out the gleam in his eyes. “You're laboring under the misconception of being the one who calls the shots. Perhaps I need to remind you who's truly in charge. Don't pretend you won't like it.”
He yanks my pants down along with my underwear, exposing my skin to the cold, damp air down here. “I own you,” he growls, his hands running up my thighs, over my hips, and now beneath my shirt. He lifts that above my head, twisting it around in such a way that it’s knotted around my arms. “I own this body. These tits.” He slaps one, then the other, striking me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“This ass.” He digs his fingers into it, his short nails scraping my skin. I bite down on my lip, struggling not to show how much it hurts.
“And this pussy. I think we both know this pussy is mine.” He wedges a hand between my thighs, cupping my mound and rubbing it frantically, laughing when I groan and squirm.
It only makes him rub harder. “What? I thought you liked it this way.”
“I don't.”
“Then why do you keep forcing me to behave this way? I wouldn't be rough with you if you wouldn't be such an impulsive little cunt.” He shoves his fingers inside me, pumping them in and out without mercy. With the other hand, he slaps my boobs again, and now I can't help but cry out in pain and humiliation.
“Look at you. Just as weak and helpless as I always knew you were.” He closes his hand around my throat, still fucking me with his fingers. Three of them from the feel of it. His hand tightens, constricting my airway. “Completely under my control. And already oozing cream from that sweet pussy.”
Yes, I am. Because no matter how sick this is, part of me likes it. I must, or else why would the sounds coming from between my legs be so wet and sloppy? Why would my muscles clench around his fingers like they are, even as I struggle to breathe?
Yet before I go over the edge, he releases me, taking a step back. I pant for air, coughing, wheezing. “Look at you. You're pathetic. Thinking you have any control over the situation. Or your body. You belong to me.”
He closes a hand around my throat again, squeezing. “Isn't that right? Tell me. Tell me your fucking life belongs to me.” I shake my head, glaring at him. His hand tightens. “Say it. I might not kill you, but I can hurt you. And the more I do, the more I like it.”
“I… belong to you,” I gasp, and the pressure lessens. I suck in as much air as I can, the fog that starts to close around me clearing up—only for me to realize he's unzipped his pants.
“We both know what you want.” He drags the tip through my wetness. “Deny it all you want, but your pussy needs this cock. You need me to fuck you hard until you don't know anything else but the feeling of me pounding you. Isn't that right?”
Before I can answer, he enters me with enough force to make me cry out. The metal bars are cold against my back, pressing into it hard enough that I know I'll have bruises. He pushes me up against them with every thrust. He either doesn’t notice my pained gasps or doesn’t care.
No, that's not true. He likes it. He gets off on my pain. But it's too much for me to hide.
“That's right.” He pulls my thighs wide open and wraps them around his waist, then takes hold of the bars on either side of me and uses them as leverage. I'm nothing to him right now. Just a hole to fill. And he does, punishing me, pulling tears from my eyes every time he slams home. I feel him inside me, feel him pushing against my cervix.