Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
She would not like this.
But perhaps, a little, she would.
“Corner time is done. Come here.” When she turned, he beckoned her, holding the ginger aloft.
“You cannot mean to…”
Her voice trailed off, because of course he meant to. He could see the calculations in her countenance. Beg for mercy? Pointless. Try to run away? He would catch her. Try to reason with him? In matters of discipline, he did what he wanted. She must realize that by now.
In the end, she came to him and accepted it when he pulled her back into position across his lap. He flipped her hem up a second time and parted her tensing arse cheeks.
“Must you do this?” she asked in a tremulous whimper.
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid it will hurt.”
“It won’t hurt,” he said. “But it will sting.”
“Oh—” She pulled her hand away from his, to cover her bottom. “Won’t it hurt g-going in?”
He recaptured her hand, holding it tighter. “If you resist, it might. If you relax and accept it, it will slide in without much trouble.”
This was more of the continuum, to put smaller things in her arsehole, then build to less-small things, then larger things, because he dreamed of fucking her there one day. It would be difficult, it would take time and training, but he knew it was possible. If she could accept random spankings and smarting ginger, she could accept more…and more…
Arousal engulfed him as he pressed the ginger against her tight, spasming hole. A tease, a torment. She gave an aggrieved whimper as he slowly breached her. In and out, deeper each time. She was a ball of tautness, moaning softly until he succeeded in shoving the narrow plug all the way home.
“There now. It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
She shook her head, quivering all over. “It doesn’t hurt. But I feel…embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“It’s such a…private…place.”
“All your private places are mine now, to do with as I wish. Do you understand me? Answer me. Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, squeezing on the plug as he prodded it deeper a few times. Lovely. She was unbearably lovely. He stroked her hair and let her accustom herself to the intrusion—and the growing discomfort.
“It feels hot,” she said, plaintive. “Oh, I don’t like it. It stings.”
“It’s supposed to.”
He began to spank her again, as hard as he had before, only now she jerked and squeezed on the ginger in her bottom and suffered the resulting irritation.
“Oh. Oww. Please.”
She kicked and struggled, but to no avail, for he just held her tighter. When her hand flew back a second time, he caught her arm and trapped her fast. Smack. Smack. Smack. He spanked her with the ginger in her bottom until she was out of breath, until her squirming reached a fever pitch, then stopped to caress and squeeze her arse.
“Do you hate it, Elizabeth?”
“Yes,” she answered softly, but it was not a real yes.
He slid his hand over the ginger, shoving it deeper, moving it in and out. Her hips moved too, in a tight, jerking rhythm. He traced lower between her legs, to her pussy, finding it copiously wet.
No, she did not hate this. She didn’t hate any of this. He shoved a finger inside her soaked pussy, roughly, not gently, and used his thumb to work the ginger in her arse at the same time. The noises she made…the stifled, agonized groans…
Fortenbury never could have made you feel this way, he thought. And that would have been a shame.
With a growl of forceful desire, he turned her in his lap, brought her upright to face him, and parted his robe to unleash his jutting cock.
“Are you…putting it inside me again?” she asked.
“Yes. Deep inside you.” He brushed her tousled hair back, noted her trembling lips. “Darling, it should be easier this time.”
“W-will you go slow?”
“Yes.” He positioned her over his swollen cock. “Trust me. Let me inside you.”
Ah, God, it killed him to go slow. Carefully, he drove in bit by bit, pulling her down upon his thick organ, impaling her. Her wetness eased the way. She whimpered as he seated himself as deep as her body allowed.
“All right?” he asked, with what little breath he could muster.
“I’m all right,” she said. “You still feel very big.”
And you still feel very tight…
He lifted her, then plunged inside her again. Careful. Don’t be rough. The feel of her hot pussy enveloping him… it drove him to madness. He threw back his head, teeth clenched in sensitized agony, as she clutched the front of his robe for purchase. He knew he shouldn’t grip her waist so hard, but he needed to surge inside her, shove himself inside her, as deep as he could possibly go.
He forced himself to release his grip moments later, only so he could pull her nightgown up and off. He sucked at her bared breasts and carried on fucking her, biting her nipples to feel her squeeze on his length.