Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Slowly now,” Sirex murmured and began to push the thick phallus into her pussy.
Phoebe tried her best to relax and be open. She could feel her inner walls stretching to take the thick invader. Luckily she was extremely wet from the way the clit jewelry was stimulating her—and from the way Sirex had been touching her, she had to admit.
Slowly, inch by inch, he slid the thick plug into place. It was made of some thick, slightly spongy material that was soft on the outside but had a solid core—not unlike a real cock, Phoebe thought as she struggled to be open and take it.
Sirex seemed to sense her difficulty in taking the plug, because he murmured encouragement as he went.
“Look at you taking it so nice and deep,” he growled softly as he pressed it deeper into her. “Look at your soft little pussy opening up to take what I’m giving you. Good girl, Phoebe—I’m proud of you for letting me put it so deep in your soft little slit.”
His warm encouragement mixed with dirty talk made Phoebe feel like she was melting from the inside out. When the thick plug finally bottomed out inside her, pressing hard against the end of her channel, she couldn’t help moaning and bucking her hips.
“Easy, baby,” Sirex murmured. “I still have to put the cage on to keep it in place. Hold still for me, all right?”
“I…I’m trying,” she panted.
“Good girl. Here we go.” There was the sound of metal pieces interlocking and then a rumble of satisfaction.
“All right, it’s in now. Let me help you up and you can tell me how it feels,” Sirex said.
He rose from between her legs and reached down to give her a hand up off the bed. As he pulled her to her feet, the thick plug shifted inside her, making Phoebe moan all over again.
Sirex was instantly concerned.
“Are you well, Phoebe? Are you in pain?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“No, it’s just so…so big.”
“I know, and your little pussy is so tight.” Pulling her close, he lifted her chin and looked down into her eyes. “I’m proud of you for taking it so deep. I know it wasn’t easy,” he rumbled. “You were a very good girl.”
His words made Phoebe blush and tremble against him. She was very aware that her nipples, which were poking out of the tips of the breast harness, were rubbing against his broad chest and his warm, spicy scent was surrounding her. She loved being so close to her mentor, even if it was embarrassing to be mostly naked in front of him. She loved their intimacy almost as much as she loved submitting to him.
“I…I like being your good girl, Sir,” she admitted in a low voice.
“Mmm, I like it when you’re a good girl too,” he rumbled softly. Gathering her even closer in his arms, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You look beautiful, you know,” he murmured in her ear. “I know that harness probably isn’t the most comfortable thing to wear, but you look fucking amazing in it.”
Phoebe felt a flush of pleasure rush through her.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, looking up at him.
“Walk around for me—make sure you can move in it,” he directed, releasing her at last.
Feeling self-conscious but also incredibly sexy, Phoebe did as he asked. She even put a little sway in her step. But as she walked, the pussy plug began to move in and out of her in a regular rhythm and the clit jewelry stroked and caressed the sensitive sides of her clit. It didn’t take her long to stop with a little cry.
Sirex frowned in concern.
“What’s wrong? Is it pinching you?”
“No, it…it’s fucking me,” Phoebe admitted in a low voice. “It’s thrusting in and out of me with every step. And the jewelry is, uh, stimulating me. I…I’m afraid I’m going to come if I have to wear it for long,” she added in a low, embarrassed voice.
“I’m afraid that might be the point of the harness,” Sirex said. “It’s unfortunate but I don’t think you can avoid wearing it.” He nodded down at her breasts. “What about here—is it pinching your nipples any?”
“A little,” Phoebe said. “Maybe if you could just readjust me some…”
“Sure, baby.” Reaching into one of the golden cups of the harness, Sirex adjusted her breasts so that her nipples were pointing straight out again. “Better?” he asked, gently thumbing her tight peaks.
Phoebe tried unsuccessfully to bite back a moan as he stroked her aching tips.
“M-much better. But if you don’t stop touching me like that, I can’t be responsible for what happens,” she told him in a low, breathy voice.
“I’ve never seen a woman with such sensitive nipples,” Sirex murmured and she noticed that he hadn’t stopped touching her—he was still slowly circling her peaks with his thumbs.