Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
He held himself there for just a moment. I thought he would climax—despite the shame of it, I wanted him to come in my mouth. He didn’t. I had closed my eyes to concentrate on my task, on the sensations in both of our bodies. Now, I opened them to look up at Marcus and saw him on the verge of deciding something.
Suddenly, he reached into his inside breast pocket and pulled out a small device. He pressed a button, and I heard a faint beep.
“Now they won’t see us,” he said, his voice tinged with an intimacy that made my heart pound even faster. A private moment, a chance to speak freely—but what could I say? How could I navigate the treacherous waters of my mission and my growing feelings for him?
He pulled his hardness from between my lips. I hesitated, and then I spoke.
“Marcus, I…”
But Marcus had grabbed a washcloth from the little nightstand. Deftly he gagged me with it, forcing the fabric between my lips before I could utter another syllable.
“Kneel on the bed,” he ordered, his tone brooking no disobedience. “Then bend over, face in the covers.”
I complied, as much to gain time to think as out of submission or fear. My body trembled as I positioned myself on the bed, the softness of the sheet cool against my heated skin. My heart raced, my thoughts a tumult of fear, excitement, and the hope that I might find a way to reach him, to communicate with him and to gain his help.
Marcus’ fingers found the clasps of my training harness. I felt him manipulate the locks in a complicated way, and I heard them click open. The leather straps had dug into my skin, a constant reminder of my submission, but as they fell away, a new kind of vulnerability washed over me. I gave a muffled cry around the gag as he pulled the awful plug from my bottom.
“You’re going to lose your anal virginity tonight,” he announced in a low growl. His voice sounded darkly authoritative, laced with an undercurrent of desire that made my heart race.
I couldn’t see him, my face still buried in the covers, but I heard the soft rustle of fabric as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. The subtle scent of the lubricant filled the air, mingling with the musk of our arousal.
“Relax,” he commanded, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers trailed down to the sensitive ring of muscle, where I felt very strange after the removal of my butt plug. The first touch was gentle, exploratory, but firm enough to leave no doubt about what was coming.
A moan escaped my lips as his lubricated finger breached me, sliding inside with a slow, deliberate motion. He worked carefully, stretching and relaxing me, his expertise evident in every movement. My body responded instinctively, hips arching towards him even as my mind wrestled with the implications of my submission.
“Unfortunately for you, Sophia, I’m afraid Delacroix will not be this gentle,” Marcus murmured, his words a cruel promise that sent a shiver down my spine.
Another finger joined the first, scissoring inside me to prepare me further. The sensation was a blend of discomfort and burgeoning pleasure, each stretch both a challenge and an invitation. His thumb found my clit, circling it with maddening precision, heightening my arousal until I was trembling beneath him.
“You’re ready,” he said, more to himself than to me, and I felt the absence of his fingers as he withdrew them, only to replace them with the blunt head of his cock.
“Stay still,” he ordered, his hands gripping my hips.
I could do nothing but comply, my breath coming in gasps as he began to press forward. The initial resistance gave way to a slow, relentless invasion. Inch by inch, he claimed me, each thrust pushing me further into a realm of exquisite pain and pleasure.
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “But your harness is helping, and you’ll learn how to open better. You’ll become exactly what Monsieur needs you to be.”
His dominance overwhelmed me, every thrust sending shockwaves through my body. He moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender, detaching my mind from my body as he pushed deeper, forcing me to confront the heat and darkness of my own desires.
“Look at you,” he panted, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. “So desperate, so eager to be taken.”
My response was a strangled cry around the gag, my body betraying me with its willing submission. Each time he drove into me, the pain melded with the pleasure, creating a sensation that was almost too much to bear.
Abruptly Marcus reached under me, between my thighs, and seized me there. His skillful fingers made my hips buck as a climax began to build steadily, an unstoppable force gathering momentum with every thrust.