Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“No penetration, sweetheart,” he reminds me, and I groan, my clit throbbing.
“Then what are you doing?” I wonder, my back arching.
“You’re going to lie here tied to your bed while I sit here and watch you get off over and over. We’re going to train your mind to enjoy coming for me like the good whore I want you to be.”
Turning the knob of the vibrator, he places it between my legs on top of my pelvic bone and turns the knob to high. My hips buck, a cry of surprise coming from my lips. “Saint…” I pull my tied legs up, bending my knees, knocking his hand and vibrator out of the way.
He turns it off, and I slump into the bed. “This won’t do,” he mumbles to himself.
I take a second to collect myself while he walks out of my room, leaving me alone.
I yank on my hands and twist my body from side to side, trying to free myself, but there’s no such luck. It feels like he leaves me here for hours, but he returns with a rope dangling from his hand in probably what was more like five minutes.
Coming to the side of the bed, he undoes his belt from around my legs, and I pull my knees up as he goes to the foot of my bed. He bends down on the other side of my footboard and then pops up after a second. Reaching over the bed, he grabs my ankle and yanks it down, pulling it out to the side, wrapping the rope around and tying it off.
I yank on it to find he secured it to the bed somehow. “Saint…please,” I beg, pulling on my arms as tears start to sting my eyes. I just want to touch him. Yank his clothes off and see him naked.
“I know, Ash. I know,” he says as he grips my other ankle and ties it off to the opposite side. My arms are above my head, my legs spread wide open as he comes back over to the side of the bed and sits down next to me.
The sound of the vibrator fills the room again. It’s turned up all the way when he places it between my open legs. I fight it, trying to pull my legs closed, needing to roll from side to side, but I have no choice but to take it. His eyes are on mine as I try to breathe through the first orgasm that rocks my body.
My lips part, but nothing comes out as my back arches off the bed, yanking on the ropes. He places two fingers in my mouth and orders, “suck on them.”
I wrap my lips around them and do as he says, my body trembling and sweat beads dotting my heated skin.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and I blink, tears falling from my eyes.
He begins to move the wand of the vibrator up and down my swollen clit, and I feel the sensation again. I try to shake my head, but he shoves his fingers farther down my throat, making me gag.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” His green eyes are on mine as he smiles.
I blink, fresh tears falling from my eyes, and I suck on his fingers as he pulls them free from my mouth. He slaps my face, and my thighs clench. “Say it, Ash. Who are you?”
“Yours,” I gasp, trying to wiggle my hips free from the vibration. I need a second to get myself together, but he keeps it in place.
He slaps the side of my breasts harder than he slapped my face, and my hips buck, that feeling between my legs becoming stronger. My breath hitches, and a cold sweat covers my exposed body. My lips open on a scream, but he shoves his fingers into my mouth once more. And I wrap my lips around them, sucking.
“That’s it.” He smiles down at me. “Suck on them, sweetheart. That’s what a whore does.”
My eyes grow heavy as they roll back into my head. My toes curl, and my breath is taken away as I come again with his fingers down my throat.
TEN
SAINT
I turn off the vibrator and toss it to the side. Looking down at her, I watch her heavy eyes dart around aimlessly. “Five times,” I tell her. “I’ll give you ten minutes, and we’ll go again.”
“N-o,” she chokes out, shaking her head. Big tears run down her wet cheeks.
“Yes.” Something like this takes time, but it’s doable. People don’t understand just how powerful sex can really be. How easily a body and mind can be trained. Manipulated. Our world is built off it.
It’s like anything else. They train us for years to be what they want us to be. Why would sex be any different?
Fuck. Fuck some more. And then fuck again. Over and over until the body needs it in order to survive. It’s like oxygen. You breathe without having to even think about it. The need to have human contact in some capacity is the same. Those who go without wouldn’t understand it. Their bodies and brains don’t think the same as those who do. And that’s okay. But they’re missing out if you ask me.