Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Is it natural, though? asked a voice in my head. Isn’t it more natural to accept a wealthy, gorgeous man’s guidance, even when you have to learn your lesson over his knee?
Especially when you have to submit to his judgment that way?
The moment of thinking I would slip out of Christian’s grasp ended nearly as soon as it had begun, though. He tightened his grip expertly, one of his hands encircling both my wrists behind my back, and he applied enough pressure so that I gave a little cry of aching discomfort. I scooted forward in front of him, the only way I could travel that would relieve the force on my arms.
We had reached the couch. I looked down at its imitation leather surface and had a moment of hot-faced realization as to why Selecta had upholstered it that way. They knew—their algorithms told them, maybe—that rich men would want to fuck their sponsored bed girls on it.
That those bed girls were the sort of young women who got shamefully wet between their thighs when a billionaire movie producer twisted their arms behind their back and marched them to the couch for a spanking… that they feared making a mess when their new sponsors deflowered them on their apartment couches… that cleaning up after getting fucked would represent a much simpler task for a bed girl, if the couch where her keeper fucked her had a non-porous covering…
Really, my roiling mind tossed up out of the storm, it’s for you, isn’t it? You live here: you’re the one who’s going to have to wipe down the couch after your dominant billionaire keeper takes your virginity here in your living room.
A sob burst from my throat, my chest—from even further down, it felt like. I had only an instant to gaze at the gray faux leather surface, and to remember how surprisingly comfortable a place to sit this couch had proven, earlier that day when I had watched a silly action movie to take my mind off the date. Then Christian had begun to turn me, using my forward momentum to upset my balance so that he could simply lift me off the floor as he sat down.
He spun me round so that I faced the end of the couch, and beyond it the little entryway where he had kissed me for the first time. I saw the apartment door, and for a moment I thought, If I can only get there, I can get out, and away.
But it wasn’t true, was it? Even if I got into the hallway, security would catch me. Not the man about to punish me over his knee—me, the disobedient associate member a billionaire had decided to spank and to fuck. They would catch me and return me to my keeper, and he would spank me harder… would do more than spank me… would do one of those things the aesthetician had hinted at… the ones I had tried to banish from my wayward thoughts ever since that humiliating ‘beauty’ session where she had prepared my pussy to wear Christian G’s lacy lingerie, and to please his hungry eyes when he at last unwrapped his new toy.
My view of the door changed radically. It became a view of the arm of the couch, with a little bit of door above it. An instant later I understood that Christian had toppled me over and bent me at the waist. I noticed then that my mind and my body had become disconnected in some fundamental way. Somehow I had turned into an observer of a naughty girl’s first discipline session as well as the soon-to-be-punished offender.
My upper body had come to rest on the couch, my chin cushioned against the same upholstery whose shameful nature I had just understood. All my breath had rushed out of my mouth, I observed. As I turned my head so that I could see the picture window and the lights of LA I drew more air in, knowing I would need to speak soon though I had no idea what I could say to stop this insane scene.
I started to struggle again. The moment of expert manhandling had taken me by surprise, and it had triggered such a tempest of thoughts and feelings that my almost-exhausted body, strangely distant from my mind, had ceased to resist. The sight of the window, though, and a sudden horror at the idea someone might see into the apartment, brought a new wave of defiance. I kicked with my legs and tried to twist my upper body away and off the couch.
Maybe I can get the security guards to… to let me at least have a few minutes? And then Christian… he’d be so… so disgusted with me that he’d leave. And find another toy, another girl to keep in luxury.