Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Spread your cheeks,” he commanded, his voice rough with arousal. “Show me where you need it.”
My hands moved behind me, trembling as I reached back to pull the round halves of my bottom apart, exposing my most private place to his gaze. The position was exactly like Ruth’s when Abe had claimed her there, and the memory of that scene mixed with Leah’s continuing voiceover made me dizzy.
“I—” My voice caught as Scott’s finger circled my exposed hole.
“I saw you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “At your desk yesterday. Squirming. Pressing against that pillow you keep on your chair.”
My face burned hotter than my exposed skin. “Sir, I—”
“Don’t lie to me, Grace.” His finger pressed slightly, making me gasp. “I watched you for ten full minutes. Trying to get friction through the belt while editing those trailers. Tell me what that means.”
“It means…” I swallowed hard, Leah’s confessions from the video giving me courage. “It means I need to be punished, sir.”
“And how should I punish such a desperate little slut?” His finger withdrew, replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance.
“Please,” I sobbed, still holding myself open. “Like Ruth was punished. I need you to… to take me there.”
I heard him spit, felt the wetness land directly on my exposed hole, and then he was pressing forward with an intensity that made my whole body tense. Unlike Jacob’s hesitant pressure, Scott pushed with complete confidence, breaching me in one firm thrust that made me scream into the leather cushions.
“Such a tight little asshole,” he growled, gripping my hips as he began to move. “But you’re going to take every inch, aren’t you? Because this is what happens to naughty girls who can’t control themselves.”
The burn was overwhelming, the stretch almost unbearable, but beneath it all was that dark pleasure I’d discovered watching Ruth’s punishment. Each thrust felt like both correction and reward, pain and pleasure so intertwined I couldn’t separate them. On screen, behind us, Leah sobbed through her own anal claiming while her voiceover spoke of surrender.
“Tell me what you are,” Scott ordered, his pace brutal now.
“Your fuck toy,” I gasped. “Oh, God… sir, please…”
I couldn’t form coherent words anymore, only desperate sounds of need as Scott used me exactly how I’d secretly craved. Every thrust drove deeper into my punished bottom, claiming me more completely than Jacob ever had, than I’d ever imagined possible. My fingers dug into my own flesh, holding myself open for him like the obedient fuck toy I’d become.
“That’s what you are,” Scott agreed, one hand leaving my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. “My personal little slut who gets wet from watching other women be degraded. Who needs her ass fucked to remember her place.”
On the screen, Brian had finished inside Leah’s bottom, and her voiceover spoke of gratitude, of completion, of finding her true purpose. I tried to match her words with my own thoughts, to understand why this felt so right despite everything I’d been taught to believe about myself.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” Scott announced, his grip on my hair tightening. “And you’re going to thank me for it. You’re going to beg me to use you this way again.”
“Yes!” I screamed, my body convulsing as another orgasm tore through me. “Please, sir, please fill me. I need it. I need you to—”
He buried himself deep with a growl that vibrated through my entire body. I felt his release flooding me, marking me internally in a way that felt more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward, only Scott’s hands on my hips keeping me from sliding completely off the sofa.
We stayed frozen like that for a long moment, him still buried in my thoroughly used bottom, both of us panting. On screen, the video had ended, replaced by a title card for the next episode. The silence felt heavy, charged with everything that had just happened between us.
When he finally withdrew, I whimpered at the loss, at the strange emptiness. I felt his seed beginning to leak from me, and the humiliation of it made fresh heat bloom between my legs. I started to stand, but his hand on my back kept me bent over.
“Stay there,” he commanded softly. “I want to look at what I’ve done to you.”
I remained in position, my face burning as I felt him examining me. His fingers traced over my stretched, leaking hole, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped when he pushed two fingers inside, feeling his own release.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and something in his tone made my chest tight. Not just possessive or satisfied, but genuinely appreciative. “You took that so well, Grace. Better than I expected for your first real time having your ass truly used.”