Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
She pushed the dildo inside her, letting out a moan as it penetrated. She worked it like a good girl, back and forth as he watched. I let her play until she was rocking her hips, her dainty little feet braced tight against Andy’s thighs. Then, I took it from her, raising it to my nose. It smelled of sweet young cunt.
“Open wide,” I laughed, forcing it inside Andy’s drooling mouth. I pushed it straight back against his throat, making him jerk and splutter before I eased up. I rolled it around his tongue, where he was sure to taste it, and sure enough his cock twitched in his pants. Good fucking boy. “Look at that, Topaz,” I smiled. “He fucking wants you.” I went for his belt, loosening it enough to pull his cock free. It sprang up proud, and her eyes widened. I tugged it in my grip, slapping the impressive fucking dick against my palm. “I know how much you want a piece of this,” I said. “Here it is, your one-night fantasy.”
She was shaking, adrenaline pummelling the shit out of her. I needed her to work some of it off, spring a little of the nerves out of her step. “Playroom two,” I said. “The medical gurney.”
She nodded. “You want that? In here?”
“If you would be so kind.”
I waited until she was well out of earshot before I landed a nice slow kiss at the corner of Andy’s mouth.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” I breathed. “It’s show time, the main act. And you, pretty boy, you filthy little cunt, you’d better be a good fucking boy for me, or it won’t be Topaz that’s riding that shiny pink dildo. It’ll be you.”
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Chapter Twelve
Andy
My stomach was tied in fucking knots. A tight ball of dread and rage and rancid pissing humiliation. My pulse thumped to the steady beat of anger, and all I really wanted was to burst my way out of those fucking cuffs and show that snotty little bitch who she was playing with. And yet my cock was hard; a throbbing stick of pure fucking betrayal, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it. I was dribbling again, lashings of spit spilling from the corners of my mouth, and there wasn’t shit I could do about that, either. Faye’s tongue was ready, always fucking ready. She lapped up the trail in one long, flat sweep of her tongue, then smacked her dirty fucking lips.
“Your mouth tastes of tight little Topaz pussy,” she whispered. “Isn’t she the sweetest little thing? I can’t wait to see her ride your cock, pretty boy. Just call me a fairy godmother. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll grant you a wish, too.”
I tried to blank out the truth, the truth that I’d been hard for Topaz’s sweet cunt, that I’d watched her play with that cute little clit and I’d wanted her. The truth that her perky little tits had made my dick throb, that the pressure of her dainty little feet against my thighs had made me want to flip her on her front and pound that fucking snatch until she regretted ever staying. I wanted her in a way I’d never even realised. She’d never even been on my radar, not once in the two years she’d been in front of my face every day, and yet here I was, tied to a chair with the taste of her sweet young cunt in my mouth, and a dick desperate to fuck the shit out of her.
So, what was the difference? Why now? Why at fucking all?
Faye fucking Devere was why. The twisted sparkle in her eyes, the sly little laugh of pure filth, the way she goaded, the way she bargained, the way her eyes glazed over at the thought of making me do the nasty little things she wanted me to do. Faye fucking Devere was a livewire of pure fucking filth. And I wanted her. Even the bits of her that drove me to fucking despair.
She took my cock in her hand and dipped her head. I felt her breath on me, and my balls tightened, my whole fucking cock tightened.
“Not long now, pretty boy. She’ll be right back.” Her tongue teased the tip of my dick for just a moment, she pressed it to the slit, wriggling her way inside until I squirmed. “Such dirty games we play, my sweet little slut. You don’t want to want this, but I know you really do want it. I’m going to make it feel so good for you, I promise. Trust me, you want to trust me, don’t you, pretty boy?”
And that’s when it fucking hit me. I knew this kind of crazy, this kind of sing-song fucking coaxing. I’d been reading it every pissing day that week in Vincent’s shitty little storybook.