Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I continue to wrap the rope, knotting it so quickly that my fingers seem to fly, but when I get to the swell of her breasts, I pull two strips down over one breast, using her own flesh as a stop to let her nipples slide through the rope. She moans.
She doesn’t speak, though I haven’t forbidden it.
I understand, though. What we’re doing is sacred, in a way. I’m preparing her for what is to come.
I repeat with the other nipple.
Her nipples are pushing outward, and my God, they’re hard and straining. Her breasts and nipples now bound, I continue down her abdomen, binding her horizontally until I get to her belly button. I stop there.
“I can bind your legs,” I say, “but not this time. I want you to be able to spread them when I take your ass for the first time. Binding your legs will make it more painful for you.”
She doesn’t reply. Simply nods.
“Are you ready, Skye?” I ask.
“Always,” she replies, her voice breathy.
She closes her eyes.
“Turn toward the pole,” I say darkly.
She obeys, her eyes still closed.
Her ass…
God…
My cock is harder than it’s ever been, but I take a moment. Steady my breath.
I appreciate the beauty before me, the gift Skye is so willing to give me.
Her trust.
Her trust for me to take her ass.
I unzip my pants and free my cock. Then I gently pull out Skye’s butt plug.
She whimpers.
“Easy,” I say. “I’m going to slide the head of my cock into you pretty quickly. Getting past the elastic rim is the worst part.”
“Wait!”
Her tone is more than apprehensive.
She sounds frightened.
“What is it, Skye?” I ask.
“I… You… You didn’t paddle me. Like in the scene.”
She’s right. I didn’t. And the idea is a big turn-on. In fact, I thought about making her ass that delectable red, but then I got overexcited about taking her asshole.
“All right. I didn’t realize you wanted to completely mimic the scene.”
“Not mimic, but…”
“But what?”
She sucks in a breath. “My neck, Braden. I want you to bind my neck.”
I don’t reply for a moment. A moment that seems like a year.
…
I was hard, so hard, and I had Addie going. Her eyes were closed, and I’d teased her with a few small yanks.
“You want more?” I asked.
“Yes. Please, sir.”
Another soft yank.
“More?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” Her voice was breathy, airy.
I circled her clit with my fingers while, with my other hand, I pulled on the restraint around her neck. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to choke you. Hard.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I want you to choke me hard. Harder, please, sir.”
I gave the rope one last yank as I thrust my cock into her. It didn’t take long for me to come, and when I withdrew…
She was limp. Addie had gone limp.
“Addie?”
No response.
I moved her onto her back. Her eyes were closed, her neck still bound. Quickly I removed the rope. “Addie! Wake up!”
I placed my fingers at her neck. Thank God. Her pulse was light, but it was there.
What the hell had I done?
911. Call 911. And tell them what? That I’d choked a woman in my bed? Not the best idea.
I patted her cheek. Soft at first, and then harder. “Come on! Wake up, Addie! Come on!”
Time passed in a trance. Minutes ticked by like hours. After five minutes had passed, I grabbed my phone. Yeah, I’d probably go to prison, but I couldn’t let her die.
I was ready to push in the numbers when—
“Sir?”
Addie’s voice. Soft and raspy, but still her voice.
I heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God!” I touched her cheek. “Are you okay? Can you breathe?”
“Yeah.” She sucked in a breath and then let it out in a squeaky wheeze. “What happened?”
“You lost consciousness for a few minutes. Fuck. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” Her voice was still a mess. “It was amazing, sir. Amazing.”
“Amazing? You pass out and call it amazing?”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“For fuck’s sake, Addie, you could have died!”
“No, that’s the point. Lose consciousness and the orgasm. God, sir, the orgasm…”
“I don’t give a shit if it was the most amazing orgasm in the world and you flew to fucking Jupiter. We’re never doing that again.”
“But sir, I want—”
My relief morphed into anger. “You’re forgetting something. This has never been about what you want. It’s about what I want. And I say we’re done with this.”
“Sir, if you only knew how it felt.”
“I think I just said I don’t care. I’m taking you to the ER to get you checked out.”
“I’m fine.”
“Your voice doesn’t sound right.”
“So I’m slightly hoarse. It’ll heal.”
“We’re going to the ER.”
I stood over her as she got dressed, and then we drove to the nearest emergency room. I was honest with the doctor and told him exactly what happened.
“You’re a lucky woman,” the doctor said to Addie. “I recommend you never engage in this behavior again.”