Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“You gonna do what Daddy says now?” he growled, releasing her hand. She tried to get up, but he kept her in position with a hand on her lower back.
“Go to hell,” she hissed, her skirts falling as she twisted herself on his lap, layers of dress and petticoats getting in his way.
The clothes would have to go.
He pushed her off his lap, standing her in front of him. Spinning her around, he quickly leaned down and removed a dagger from his boot.
“Don’t move,” he hissed. “You move, and you’ll get hurt. Fucking hell, girl,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ll do as you’re told. It’s for your own good, to prove you’re my captive. They can’t think I have feelings for you.”
He had to move quickly before she realized what he was doing. Dipping the tip of the dagger at the laced bodice in the back, he drew it down with one firm tug, expertly avoiding her sensitive skin and effectively slashing her dress clean down the center. He was prepared for her gasp and braced for her to jerk or spin around, but fortunately she chose this time to obey. Holding his dagger in his right hand, with his left he pushed her dress over her shoulders, tearing the clothes off of her until she stood in front of him stripped and naked, her undergarments pooled at her feet. She crossed her arms on her chest, glaring at him, her cheeks aflame with anger. He wanted to pull her close to him and cover her, the thought of Pearson seeing her like this infuriating. But he had to make it look real, had to show them what he was capable of.
“Don’t move, Aida,” he hissed. She reared back and slapped him as hard as she could, straight across his face. He could feel the snap in his jaw and the flare of pain, which he quickly shook off.
Grasping her quickly around the waist, he hauled her over to him as he got to his feet. Pushing her to the bed belly down, she was now lying over the edge. She gasped at the sound of his buckle clasp. In a matter of seconds, his belt whizzed through the loops on his trousers. His cock was already rock hard, and spanking her would make him even harder. He doubled over his belt, holding her in place on the bed with his hand on her back. Quickly, he delivered a hard lash. She yelped and protested, but he easily overpowered her as before, lifting the belt again and administering another searing swat.
She yelled, squirming underneath him, but he ignored her, the heady excitement of overpowering her intermingling with the need to prove himself to Pearson by making her fight him. Another hard lash fell, then another, her bottom now a deep cherry red as the sound of leather hitting her bare skin resounded in the small room.
After a dozen searing lashes, he threw his belt on the floor. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to kiss her, and rock her, and call her Daddy’s little girl. He wanted to turn her over, bury his face in her sweet pussy until she grasped his hair and screamed in ecstasy. But no. No, she had to submit to him or all would be lost.
She was momentarily without fight on the bed, having been stripped and spanked, so he took the opportunity to quickly unfasten his trousers. He leaned in and whispered in her right ear, the opposite from where the others could see.
“Fight me, honey,” he said. “Fight me, but I’m not gonna hurt you now. I’ll go slow enough so you feel me and if you focus on me, focus on submitting, it will be easier on you. You don’t like it, and you won’t admit it, but you’re wet as hell after I’ve whipped you, and it’ll help.” She was silent, lying still beneath him. She had to fight. Grasping her hair, he tugged her head back. “Fight me,” he ordered, with a resounding slap to the side of her thigh. She howled, twisting beneath him, as he pushed her on the bed and lifted her torso up so she was on her knees, chest down, ass in the air. God, she was beautiful.
Straddling her from behind, he nudged his cock into her pussy. “I’m gonna take you darlin’,” he said. Though her eyes were closed tightly, she nodded once, just enough that he alone could see.
He wanted to go slow. He wanted to make her pleasure his goal. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard. She gasped as he plunged his cock into her core. She tightened around him as he filled her, and he groaned out loud with the feeling. He planted his hands on her hips, driving himself hard within her. Her pussy tightened around his cock with every thrust, slick arousal welcoming him to drive deeper, push harder. Her face tipped to the side and she groaned, a primal beg for more.