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)
I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut against the sight of myself in the mirror. But Delacroix wasn’t having it.
“Eyes open, whore,” he commanded sharply. “I want you to watch yourself as I use you.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed, forcing my gaze back to the mirror.
Delacroix’s hands moved again to my panties, pulling the thin strip of lace aside to expose my most intimate places. I felt the cool air on my heated flesh and shuddered. His fingers probed at my anus, and I tensed involuntarily.
“Relax,” he ordered, his voice stern. “Your widening has come along nicely, but I’ll still need to prepare you properly.”
I felt Delacroix’s fingers probing the tiny opening, slick with lubricant. He worked methodically, stretching and preparing me for what was to come, as I bit my lip, suppressing my whimpers of discomfort. Despite my shame and fear, I couldn’t help but respond to his touch. In the mirror, I saw my hips shifting minutely, pressing back against his fingers, and a hot blush flooded my face.
“Such a greedy little whore,” Delacroix chuckled. “So eager for your master’s cock in your ass. I’m going to enjoy using such a naughty girl’s caned bottom.”
His crude words sent a jolt of mortification through me, but also a helpless thrill of need. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as he slid another finger inside me. The stretch burned, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that left me breathless and made me close my eyes.
“No. Look at yourself,” Delacroix commanded. “See how wanton you look, spread out and begging for it with your body.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting my reflection once more. The girl in the mirror suddenly looked shameless—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes heavy with reluctant desire. I watched, my heart pounding, as Delacroix positioned himself behind me, his massive cock jutting proudly.
“Here it comes, little whore,” he growled. “You’re going to take it all.”
I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. Despite the preparation, the initial penetration was intense. I gasped, my fingers clutching at the hard oak of the headboard as he pushed hard from the start—much harder than Marcus had when he had deflowered me there.
I cried out as Delacroix entered me fully, his hips flush against my welted bottom. The burning stretch made me feel impaled, split open on his massive length. My eyes watered as I struggled to accommodate him.
“Oh yes,” Delacroix groaned, “such a tight little ass. Such a pretty whore.”
He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in hard. Each stroke sent shockwaves of sensation through my body—pain and pleasure intertwined in a way that left me gasping and trembling.
“Look at yourself,” he commanded again. “See how well you take it. See how your sweet body was made to take a man’s cock.”
With a sob I turned my eyes back to the mirror. Now the sight that greeted me was simply, darkly obscene. My face had contorted itself in a mix of agony and ecstasy. Each brutal thrust of Delacroix’s thick, rigid penis rocked my body. Despite my shame, I couldn’t look away now.
“That’s right,” Delacroix panted. “Watch yourself get fucked in the ass like a common whore. Your cunt sealed up tight, forced to take cock this way.”
His words cut through me, degrading and arousing in equal measure. I felt utterly debased, used solely for his pleasure. Yet to my dismay, I could feel my arousal building, my sealed pussy clenching desperately around nothing.
Delacroix reached beneath me, his fingers finding my closed pussy, pressing hard precisely where my clit lay hidden behind my bare outer lips.
I gasped as Delacroix’s touch found my most sensitive spot, even through the closure of my labia. The dual sensations—his massive cock plunging into my ass and his fingers teasing my sealed pussy—sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. I writhed beneath him, ashamed of my body’s response, yet unable to stop it.
“Such a needy little whore,” Delacroix growled, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Your cunt may be sealed, but your ass takes cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
I whimpered, unable to form words. My gaze remained fixed on the mirror, watching as Delacroix used my body for his pleasure. My pretty white lingerie yanked aside… my bottom raised high and marked with welts… Delacroix’s powerful form looming over me as he fucked my ass with brutal efficiency and obvious relish… the heartstoppingly lewd glimpse of his rigid manhood connecting us as it surged in and out of my most private place.
To my horror, I felt my orgasm building. The relentless assault on my most intimate places, combined with the degradation of Delacroix’s words and my own reflection, had begun to push me towards a climax I didn’t want to reach. I tried to fight it, to hold back, but Delacroix seemed to sense my struggle.