Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
When he returned, he was completely naked and her mouth practically watered.
“I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name, baby. Until you know exactly who you belong to.”
She already knew that.
There was no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.
Still, she had no objections to him doing any of that. Sliding between her thighs again, he grabbed her legs and pushed them back against her chest.
And then he feasted once again.
Holy. Heck.
It was amazing. He sent her higher and higher with each flick of his tongue against her clit. Her head thrashed back and forth as she tugged at the scarves around her wrists.
More. She wanted more.
“Please! Please!”
“Who owns you?” he murmured.
“You do. Please! You do!”
“That’s right. Me. You’re mine.” Picking up the vibrator, he slid it into her pussy. She groaned. She didn’t want the toy. She wanted him. Now.
And she wanted to come. So damn much that it was an ache inside her.
But then he switched it on, and she cried out in pleasure as the clit tickler teased her swollen nub.
It was too much.
How could he do this?
Pleasure rolled through her. He grabbed the base of the beads, turning them slowly inside her.
Oh God.
Jilly didn’t think that she’d ever felt pleasure like this. It was intense. Insane.
And then he drew the clit tickler away.
“Nooo!” she screamed. “I was so close.”
“Poor baby. We just have to clean you up a bit, though.” His mouth dropped to her pussy as he licked her lower lips.
Clean her up?
She wasn’t so sure about that. Jilly tried to take a deep breath to slow her heartbeat. But it was racing so hard, it was impossible.
A whimper escaped as he swirled his tongue around her clit. “There, that’s better.”
Drawing back, he placed the clit tickler back on her clit, teasing her. Tormenting her.
He was so mean.
This time, he tugged at the beads, pulling them out slightly, then pushing them back in.
The sensation was too much.
“I need to come!”
“Then come, my baby.”
Seriously? Shit. She thought he was going to keep teasing her, keeping her on the edge.
Jilly couldn’t hold back. She flew. The pleasure came in a rush that made her head spin, her whole world centered on her release. A scream was trapped in her throat as she came.
She’d never come so hard in her life.
And then she felt it. The clit tickler moved back to her pussy.
No, no, no.
What was he doing?
The sensation of it against her hard nub was almost too much. She couldn’t take anymore.
“Please, no!” she cried.
“Shh,” he told her. “I want you to come again. You can do it.”
“I can’t. I can’t.” Her head thrashed back and forth. He was asking too much of her.
There was no way she could do it again.
It wasn’t happening.
Regent shifted the beads around in her ass. Pleasure swamped her. Her breathing grew erratic as the world spun around her.
“I can’t!”
“Of course you can,” he soothed. “You can do anything. Anything that you want. Anything that I want. And what I want is for you to come again. Come, baby!”
More sobs.
More desire.
More need.
It all rushed through her and she arched back as she came again.
Holy heck.
He was trying to kill her. She was convinced of it. Death by pleasure. So this was what it felt like.
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It wasn’t until she felt him release her wrists that she came back to Earth.
Blinking, she gazed up at him, her heart racing, her body coated in sweat.
“There’s my sweet girl.” He kissed her gently. “You look so beautiful when you come. I love hearing your screams of pleasure. Now, get ready to scream again.”
He turned her over and tugged her back until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed. The beads moved in her ass, making her groan again. It was too much.
Regent grasped hold of the base of the anal beads and started pulling them slowly out of her.
The movement in her ass had her moaning. How was it possible that she could still feel the need to come?
It had to be him.
He was some kind of sex sorcerer.
“Please. Please.”
Regent slid them free and then grasped hold of her hips.
And then he was inside her, stealing her breath, her ability to think.
All she wanted was for him to fuck her harder, faster.
Deeper.
She groaned as he increased his pace. God, she was so close to the edge again. Reaching around her, he flicked her clit.
This wasn’t happening again. No. Nope.
Jilly knew she didn’t have the energy for this. She couldn’t do it. He’d just have to take his own pleasure from her poor, exhausted body.
“Come for me, baby.”
And just like that, her body tightened. As though getting ready to give him what he wanted.
“I can’t!” she cried.
“You can and you will. Do as you’re told.” He drew his hand away and slapped her ass several times. But the slight sting of pain only increased her need for him.