Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“Ow,” I hiss.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“It hurts but makes me want to cum at the same time.”
“Keep going. Keep telling me how it feels…”
I wince as the thickest portion of the plug pulls at my tight muscle. “It feels like I can’t open up anymore, like I can’t get it out…” The pitch of my voice rises as panic sets in. “What if I can’t get it out?”
“Calm down. It went in, it will come out. Hold it right there for a second…”
I do as he says, watching as he crouches forward, his face above my pussy. He spits and I feel it run down my hot open folds, then it’s his fingers, spreading my juices and his saliva onto the plug and my tight ring of flesh.
“There, now try again.”
I hiss on an inhale and slowly pull, feeling my body open, the slickness easing the way.
“I hope you like it, because that plug’s going to get bigger and bigger, I need to prep you for my cock.”
“That’s a very big cock.”
The plug finally eases out of my body and I feel an erotic sense of relief.
“I know.”
“Now what?” I hold the plug by the end, dangling it between my open legs. A sense of pride swells inside me that I did as he asked. I pushed through my fear to give him what he wanted.
“Put it in there.” He nods toward the little mini bar to my right, where there is a small plastic bag lining a crystal glass.
I do as he says, looking back to see his cock is standing upright. The tip is a deep, angry, crimson color and the size is otherworldly.
“Now, rub your clit. Show me how you play with yourself when you think of me. Because I know you think of me.”
I purr. “How about I play with your cock instead? He looks like he needs attention.”
He snaps his fingers between us. “My way. Get to work.”
I slide my fingers down my open lips, rubbing through the juices, moaning as the tender nerve endings burst in delight.
“It’s not fair. I want to touch you.”
“It’s not always going to be fair, baby. Better get used to that.”
I do as he asks, playing and closing my eyes and showing him what I do when I’m alone, but every time I hover near an orgasm, he orders me to stop.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I let out a frustrated groan as he sits there, calm and silent, his magnificent cock twitching, clear droplets running out of the tip.
“May I touch you pleeeease?” My fingers work my clit, trying to trick him into allowing me to cum.
“No, you may not, but I do appreciate your polite inquiry.” His voice is low. “Slow down. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”
“Please, let me cum. I’m so close, Daddy…”
“Stop touching yourself.”
I do as he demands, then clutch my hair in both fists, clamping my legs shut. “I'm going to die! Is that what you want? You want to kill me? Teasing me with your cock all the time. Orgasmic frustration can be deadly, you know.”
“Shhh, drama queen. Touch yourself. Slower this time.”
I open my legs, bringing my fingers back down as I release a needy moan.
“Chastity’s in heat.”
“I said please!”
“Don’t be petulant, little one,” he answers as the car enters a lower parking garage, slowing then it comes to a halt. He reaches over and unbuckles the seatbelt, squeezing my chin. “Sit up. You are my toy, not the other way around. Best you keep that in mind.”
He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it down my back and over my shoulders. “Push your arms through.”
His face is so close. So handsome in his own rugged, rough way. I can’t help it. I glide my lips along his bearded jaw and he doesn’t pull away. I do it again as he tugs the jacket over my tits.
I look out the window to see the same driver as the other night, standing just outside the car.
“Let’s go,” Jack commands leaving no room for questioning.
He taps on the window and the door opens. The driver stares at the ground when Jack helps me out of the car. I'm naked underneath this jacket. But the private elevator doors are only a couple steps from the limo.
“Where are we? I thought you were driving me home?”
“I did.”
I’m confused as we step into the elevator, which has a keypad, a fingerprint sensor and emergency buttons only. Jack punches in a number and the elevator lurches upward as he comes over and leans down to kiss the top of my head, his hands cupping my cheeks.
“I’m not sure I understand…”
“You’re home. This is going to be your new home. I won’t have you living in that apartment. The neighborhood is dangerous, and I looked up your landlord, he’s a dick. You’re not going back there unless you are under armed security and you are with me. It’s my job to keep you safe now, baby, and I take that responsibility more seriously than you can probably understand.”