Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I part my lips, leaning forward with a long, straight spine, my toes tucked under my ass to boost me to the right height. I start slowly, licking all around the head with tiny flutter-flicks of my tongue.
Brick’s cock grows even harder–hard as steel. “Spread your thighs, so I can smell that sweet arousal better.” His voice is guttural. Rough.
I spread my knees wide, aware of what a sight I must make. I’ve never fully inhabited my body–never felt like the limber one or the lithe kind or the athletic or graceful type. But right now, this body feels all-powerful. Glorious, even.
Brick makes me feel this way.
And my need to please him has never been stronger.
I take the head of his cock into my mouth and hold it there, stroking my fist up and down his length.
He groans.
Then I move my head in concert with my hand, following it back to take him deep then returning to the head as my hand comes forward. I start to build a rhythm, but Brick stops me with a rough, “Enough!”
I pop off immediately, staring up at him.
For a moment, I think maybe I did something wrong, but then I realize, I did it right. He was already on the edge, and he doesn’t want to come yet.
“Lie face down on the bed with your arms and legs spread wide.”
I scramble to comply. My pussy’s already wet from having his cock in my mouth. I’m unbelievably excited for whatever he has to offer.
I hear him pace near me. “Lift your hips,” he orders and shoves a pillow under them. My ass is now lifted in the air in what must be a perfect presentation for a spanking.
He doesn’t touch me, though. He takes his time, using wide strips of red satin to tie my wrists to the bedposts and then my ankles.
Even though I’m face down on the mattress and can’t see what he’s doing, he places a blindfold over my eyes. It makes it easier for me to sink into the moment. To listen to Brick, not just with my ears but with every nerve-ending. With my cells. My being.
I shiver when something infinitely soft trails down my back. Soft strands of suede, perhaps. A flogger?
He swings it lightly, and the tails graze over my ass.
Yep. A flogger.
Brick begins slowly, warming my ass with a figure-eight motion of the implement. It doesn’t hurt at all.
It just feels wonderful.
I lift my ass for more. He picks up the intensity, and I start to register more than warmth. There’s a little sting now. Still wonderful, though.
Then he whips straight across the lower half of my ass with it, harder.
I gasp, toes curling, butt clenching.
“Uh uh.” He taps my ass. “You think you can clench this ass and keep me out of it?”
He pulls my asscheeks apart, and I feel a dollop of cold lube drop on my asshole. “Who does this ass belong to?” he asks as he slips a finger in, massaging the tight ring of muscles open until they loosen a little. “Hmm?”
“You, sir.”
He slides a second finger in. My pussy clenches on air. My inner thighs strain, trying uselessly to draw my legs together.
The sensation of having his fingers inside me is both erotic and wrong. I work to relax. To submit to his will.
“What a shame. You wish you had something inside your pussy, too, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cry. He’s right. I’m tugging to free my wrists, so I can put a hand between my legs.
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s see how you do taking your buttplug and flogging. If you’re a good girl, I’ll fill your pussy with a vibrator turned on high.”
“Ahhh-ah.” I half cry-out, half-groan. He’s already mind-fucking me by telling me what to expect. Just imagining it has me sobbing for release. “Please, Brick,” I warble.
He slides his fingers out of my ass and replaces them with more lube and then the cool bulbous end of a stainless steel plug. I tense against the sensation.
Brick grabs a handful of my ass and shakes. “Relax, that ass, baby. Show me you’re going to be my good girl.”
Of course, I have to prove myself.
I relax and Brick pushes the plug forward, breaching my hole, stretching me wider than I would believe possible. It burns a bit, and I whine.
“Push back,” Brick coaches.
I push with my muscles against the plug, which opens me to take it wider. In another breath, it gets past the widest part of the plug and seats at the neck. The relief is instant.
The pleasure non-stop.
I moan.
“Now clench around that while I whip you, little girl.”
“I don’t answer to little girl,” I somehow remember to tell him.
“Are you really in a position to get sassy with me right now?” He brings the flogger down across my ass harder than before, and I jump. He continues spanking me with it, making my ass dance as he rides the line of too much and not enough.