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)
She sits up on her legs and looks at the phone. Her face is soaked from tears, her eyes red, and her pouty lips tremble. Fuck, I wish I was there to kiss her. “Now, Ash,” I command. We don’t have all night.
She pours more lube on the plug and leans back over, her ass now in the mirror once more. “Do the same thing with the tip of the plug that you did with your fingers. A little at a time.”
She places the tip at her tight ass and pauses.
“Push your hips back while pushing the plug in.”
She does and cries out, “Saint…please.”
“You can do it, sweetheart.” I coax her. “You’ve done so well. You’re almost there.”
She pushes it in a little more.
“That’s my girl. Look at you. Push it more.”
She’s sobbing but manages to do so. “Saint.” She cries out my name, stopping it from going farther, but she doesn’t pull it out. She holds it in place.
“Fuck, Ash.” I groan. “If only you could see yourself right now. Fucking beautiful, sweetheart.”
She whimpers, and her thighs shake. I want to lick up her legs and bury my face in her throbbing cunt.
“Just a little more. Rock your ass back and forth, applying pressure to the plug. Come on, sweetheart. Fuck your ass for me. Show me that you’re my good little whore.”
She begins to rock back and forth, applying pressure with her shaking hand, and more disappears into her ass. It’s opening up for her, and I can’t wait until it’s my cock. I’m fucking every hole she has tonight. I’m going to own her. The ceremony is for the Lords. But she’s mine. I’ll put on the show they require, but nothing is off-limits once I get her in my room afterward.
“That’s it,” I say, watching her rock back and forth. She spreads her legs wider, her back arching more. She’s so close. “Almost there.”
She begins to sob once again, and I can see she’s at the base. “Push it in, Ash. All the way. It’s going to hurt, but I promise it’ll feel better.”
She takes in a deep breath and then pushes it in as a cry rips through the closet. Her hands fall from her legs, and she lies flat on the floor.
“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s in. Fuck, you did so good for me.”
She buries her face in the carpet, crying.
“We’re not done,” I inform her.
“N-oooo,” she sobs.
“Sit up,” I command, needing to do one last thing.
Doing as she’s told, she bows her head, unable to look at me this time. Humiliated and ashamed. Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous. I can’t wait to see her kneeling in front of me like this instead of over the phone. “There’s one other thing in the box you brought into the closet with you. Pull them out.”
Tears drop to her shaking thighs, and she reaches out pulling the box to her. She removes the last remaining item and holds it up.
“Cuff your hands behind your back.” No questions asked, she places the right cuff around her small wrist, and I smile at the clicks when she tightens it. Then she places her arms behind her back. It takes her a second, but she manages to grab the left one and get it on as well. Then she sits there with her knees tucked underneath her and arms cuffed behind her back. Her wet hair is stuck to her tear-streaked face, chest, and back. My eyes drop to see the black rubber plug that’s in her ass, and my hard cock jerks inside my sweatpants.
“Bend over like you were before, legs spread and ass up in the air. I want to see all of you in the mirror, sweetheart.”
She gets in position, eager to hide her face from me.
My eyes look over the floor-to-ceiling mirror with the plug in her ass and her hands cuffed behind her back, which is arched high in the air. I want to bury my face in her pussy. I can taste how fucking sweet it’s going to be. I want my girl on display in front of a crowd to show her off to the world.
“Your pussy is swollen, Ash. It’s begging to be filled like your ass.” Her cries grow louder at my words. It’s beautiful. “Don’t move. Stay just like that. Do you understand?”
“Ye-yes,” she answers softly.
I pick up my cell and open the app, turning it on. She screams as the buzzing sound fills the closet. Her body thrashes on the floor, but she keeps her legs spread for me as she yanks on the cuffs that hold them hostage.
“How’s that feel, sweetheart?”
She’s gasping, her hips rocking back and forth.
I smile. “You look so good fucking yourself.”
Her legs spread even wider, and her cries grow to moans.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I turn the second button on, and she’s fucking squirming on the floor. The plug isn’t overly big. I plan on fucking her ass later, so I’ll have to stretch it after the ceremony more than she just did. This is just a start. A distraction.