Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I froze, my hand stilling on his cock. “I… I can’t,” I whispered, mortified by the suggestion.
“You can and you will,” Pierre replied, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair. “Your submission includes obeying commands that embarrass you. Now, reach between your legs with your left hand and show me how wet your little virgin cunt is.”
My face burning with shame, I slowly moved my left hand between my trembling thighs. The babydoll nightgown rode up as I shifted position, exposing me completely. My fingers found the slick folds of my sex, and I gasped at how wet I was—how my body betrayed me with its eager response to this degradation.
“That’s it,” Pierre murmured approvingly. “Stroke your clit while you continue to pleasure my cock. Show me how much this arouses you.”
I whimpered as I began to touch myself, my fingers slipping through the abundant wetness between my legs. The dual sensation of stroking Pierre’s hardness while pleasuring myself created a feedback loop of need that made my breath come in short, desperate gasps.
“Look at me,” Pierre commanded suddenly. “I want to see your eyes while you pleasure us both.”
I had kept my gaze downcast, too embarrassed to meet his eyes during this intimate act. But at his command, I raised my face, meeting his intense hazel gaze. The connection felt shockingly intimate—more so, somehow, than the physical acts we were engaged in.
“Beautiful,” Pierre breathed, his eyes locked on mine. “Do you know what I see, Audrey?”
I shook my head slightly, unable to form words as my fingers continued their movements between my legs, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
“I see a virgin learning to suck cock,” Pierre murmured, his voice dropping to a hypnotic whisper. “Picture yourself, Audrey, you little whore. A girl with her panties down… the kind of girl who didn’t think she would ever be on her knees… yet here you are, kneeling in front of a powerful, wealthy man, with your mouth submissively giving pleasure to his rigid penis.”
His words penetrated my consciousness like arrows, each one finding its mark in my deepest insecurities. I whimpered around his thickness, unable to deny the truth of what he described. My fingers still worked between my legs, my body betraying me with its eager response to his degrading observations.
“I’m very hard for you,” he continued, his voice thickening with lust. “Your innocence, your reluctance, your shame—they all make my cock throb. The way your little virgin mouth struggles to accommodate me, the way your eyes water with the effort… it’s exactly what a man like me needs.”
I moaned involuntarily, the vibration traveling through his shaft and making him grunt in response. The approval in that sound sent a humiliating gush of wetness between my thighs, my fingers growing slicker as they circled my swollen clit.
“You’re getting close to orgasm, aren’t you?” Pierre observed, his eyes narrowing as he studied my flushed face. “I can see it in your expression, in the way your body trembles.”
I nodded helplessly, unable to deny the building pressure within me. The combination of the forbidden act I was performing and my own fingers’ ministrations had brought me dangerously close to the edge.
“Stop touching yourself,” he commanded sharply. “You may not come without permission. Not now, not ever.”
I whimpered in distress, but immediately withdrew my hand from between my legs, leaving myself aching and unsatisfied. I lowered my eyes, an irrational guilt rising in my belly. The denial sent a perverse new thrill through me, intensifying my arousal even as it frustrated it.
“Good girl,” Pierre praised, his hand tightening in my hair. “Now open wider. I’m going to fuck your face properly.”
Before I could process his words, he tightened his grip on my hair and thrust upward, his hips rising off the couch, pushing his cock much deeper into my mouth than it had been before. I gagged slightly, unprepared for the sudden invasion, but he held me firmly in place.
“Try to relax your throat,” he instructed, his voice taut with restraint. “Breathe evenly, through your nose.”
He began to move then, thrusting in and out of my mouth in a steady rhythm. I struggled to accommodate him, tears springing to my eyes as his cock hit the back of my throat. The room began to spin around me, and I felt lightheaded, caught between panic and a strange, floating surrender.
“Look at me while I use your mouth,” Pierre commanded. “I want to see your eyes as you learn what it means to please a man.”
I forced my gaze upward to see a hunger in my new sponsor’s eyes that made my heart skip a beat. I felt like I was watching myself from a distance as his hands gripped my hair tighter, controlling my movements completely. My jaw ached, my eyes watered, and still he thrust into my mouth, using me without concern for my comfort. The primitive rhythm of his hips became my entire world—forward and back, in and out, claiming my virgin mouth with the same authority with which he’d apparently claimed everything else in my life.