Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I smirk even as the belt pulls a little tighter.
He doesn’t understand. There is something inside me that comes to life when I am told what to do. It is pure resistance, and it turns punishment to pleasure. Sometimes physical, but always psychological. I wouldn’t stop my research anyway, but his insistence that I do ensures that I’ll never give it up.
He tugs on my impromptu collar.
“Get down,” he growls. “Now. I want you on your hands and knees.”
I have no choice but to do as I am told, owing to gravity and balance. I find myself crouched as he starts to lead me around with his belt, making me crawl behind his tall, merciless frame.
“I will make you like an animal,” he threatens, saying the most unhinged sexual things I’ve ever heard. “You will be my human pet. You will be taught to obey, or suffer the consequences of disobedience.”
I try to pull out of it, but pulling only makes the belt tighten around my neck. My body flashes with the heat of humiliation and the excitement of arousal. I don’t want to be into this. It shouldn’t be hot. I’ve got to make it not hot.
“Let me go, you psycho,” I say as I stand up.
He yanks me back down, mercilessly.
“Down, girl,” he growls as my knees hit the floor. It doesn’t hurt as much as it could, because it’s cushioned by some messed-up papers.
I start complaining instantly. “This is fucked up. You’re fucked up. What is wrong with you? Why do you even care what I research?”
He steps forward and yanks on the belt, sliding his hand underneath my chin, drawing my gaze up to him. “You’re a very mouthy little girl,” he growls. “I’m not here to answer your questions. I’m here to tell you what to do, and teach you a lesson because you didn’t do it.”
His crotch is right at the level of my face. He pulls the fly of his pants down and his cock springs out, throbbing and erect and long. It is such a fucking intimidating dick, and he knows it. But I can’t let this monster get his way. He’s trying to scare me off. I won’t let it happen.
“You…”
I shouldn’t have made the rookie error of trying to argue with my stalker. The second I open my mouth, he pushes his cock deep inside. His big hand slides under my chin, his fingers pressing against my jaw in a tactical way that makes it hard to close my mouth. He wraps the end of the belt around his hand once, twice, three times, pulling my lips toward his crotch, and proceeds to fuck my mouth with long, hard, disciplinary strokes.
His cock is hot and it is hard and he seems pretty confident I won’t bite him. That is a mistake on his part. I start to close my teeth and let the tips of them graze over his plundering rod. I’m going to fucking bite him…
“Don’t you dare,” he says, his tone stern and intense. “Don’t you dare even think about it. If I so much as feel your teeth, I am going to breed your ass.”
I make a complaint around his cock, unable to form words with my mouth full.
He snorts with some amusement. He is enjoying himself now.
“Yes, I do mean your ass. That tight little hole you want to keep to yourself is going to end up stretched around my cock.”
The threat is brutal, and I know he will follow through on it. He’s willing to break into my work, willing to fuck me whether I want it or not. There’s probably very little this rough stranger will not do.
I move my teeth away, opening my mouth a little more. He takes advantage of that, driving deep and hard over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat. He holds himself there for a second, making it hard for me to breathe, then pulls out again.
“You’re a brat. You’re a bad girl, and you are going to get punished a lot by me if you don’t start behaving and doing as your master tells you.” His voice is thick with animal lust.
He thrusts deep inside my mouth again, and the fucked-up thing is that the way he is fucking my mouth is making me wish that same cock was right down between my thighs, pounding me deeply. This shouldn’t turn me on. I should be resisting. I should be disgusted.
But I’m not. The feeling of good leather around my neck is quite smooth and nice; it’s getting warmer now. I’m getting used to the feeling of his thick, hard flesh inside my mouth. He’s making me eager, and hungry. When I swallow, I almost feel his cock going down my throat.
“Good girl,” he groans as his cock finds further depths inside me. “You are a good little pet, aren’t you? You know how to take me so deep inside your mouth I come down your throat and fill you with my cum. Do you want to swallow it? Or do you want it in your pussy?”