Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Alexander slid his thumb into her partially open mouth. With the clamp preventing her teeth from closing, she had no way to stop him.
His thumb explored the inside of her cheek, her teeth. Then he rubbed his wet finger over her clamped nipples.
Wet made her nipples cold, and that only added to the sweet aching pain from the clamps.
Alexander disappeared for a moment, but when he came back, he was holding a square footstool. He set it down at the side of the bed, then grabbed her hips, pulling her ass to the very edge of the bed.
Once he sat, he would have an up-close view and uninhibited access to her pussy and ass.
Before he took a seat, Alexander held up something for her to see. It looked like a plain black pen.
She shifted her attention to him and raised a brow.
“The tip,” was all he said.
There was a lewd joke she could have made had she been able to talk. Since that wasn’t an option, she looked at the pen more carefully. The tip was solid black, and seemed to be made of molded plastic, with no hint of a hole for ink to come through.
It was a stylus pen. What was he…
This time when she looked at him, it was with wide eyes, and she started to shake her head, or at least as much as she was able to.
Alexander grinned and sat on the stool. Cool air washed over her inner labia and clit—he was blowing on her pussy. Then his fingers spread her open even more, so her clit was totally vulnerable and exposed.
Then he ran the stylus over her clit. It felt sharp, and she screamed, both in protest and in reaction to the nerve-jangling sensation.
It wasn’t really sharp. She knew that, intellectually.
Again the tip of the stylus ran over her clit, along the edge of the hood. Her thigh muscles trembled in reaction.
The feeling was so acute and novel that she couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it. This was wicked torment of her most intimate flesh. Pleasure that veered toward pain. Pain that was almost pleasure.
He flicked the tip of her clit with his thumb, then starting drawing a spiral on her clit with the stylus. As the spiral circled around her clit, her legs began shaking, and her stomach clenched. Her hairline was damp with sweat, her nipples and tongue ached, and…
And she hoped this moment went on forever.
* * *
“Keep your knees spread.”
“Leave my poor clit alone,” Alena panted.
“No. I’ll play with you as long as I want. In any way I want.”
His hand slid between her thighs, his chest brushing her back. When his fingers dipped into her pussy, finding the pool of wetness, he swirled it up and around her clit, which was hypersensitive after the torment of the stylus.
Or maybe it was hypersensitive because in the hours they’d been playing he had yet to let her come. The devious bastard always pulled back, stopped touching her, just before the orgasm would have claimed her.
After tormenting her pussy with the stylus, he’d worked her ass with anal beads, pairing that with a gentle hand spanking of her pussy.
Then the bastard had yanked the clamps off and made her suck his cock while her nipples and labia throbbed, her sore tongue working the underside of his cock.
And now she was on her knees on the bed, black leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, with short chains connecting right wrist to right ankle, and the same for her left limbs. Simple bondage that nonetheless prevented her from getting off her knees. He’d joined her on the bed, his chest to her back, his hand between her legs and she’d hoped he was almost done tormenting her.
That hope had proven vain.
His finger swirled around her clit, and then he was gone. Fabric rustled and she turned her head, listening.
“Are you getting naked, Sir?”
“Yes.”
“Can I please take the blindfold off?”
The blindfold had been the last piece he’d added to this bondage arrangement.
“No.”
“Please, Sir. I want to see you naked.”
“And I want to keep you blindfolded.” The bed dipped behind her, and then his hands were on her arms, holding her still. “Helpless.”
He leaned in and she sucked in air when she felt the tip of his cock nudge her lower back. His chest brushed her shoulders and he was most definitely naked.
She leaned back, wiggling her hips so the tip of his cock rubbed across the top of her ass.
“No,” he commanded.
“Damn it.”
“Frustrated?”
“Who me? Not at all.”
“No lying.” He smack her pussy once. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“You don’t sound sorry. You sound frustrated.”
“I am frustrated.”
“I want to hear you beg.” He grabbed her breasts, pulling her back against his chest, his cock pressed between their bodies.
She would do anything, say anything, to have that cock inside her.