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)
“Bend over,” he would say in that commanding voice of his.
And I would obey, trembling as I lifted my skirt and lowered my panties, presenting my bare bottom for correction. The martinet would whistle through the air, the leather tails leaving fiery stripes across my tender flesh as I counted each stroke, thanking him for the lesson.
Then, when my punishment was complete and my bottom glowed hot with pain, he would push me forward over the arm of the couch. I would hear the sound of his zipper, feel his hands spreading my burning cheeks. “This is how you learn,” he would tell me as he pressed his cock against my tight rear entrance. “Through discipline and surrender.”
And then he would fuck my bottom, claiming that most intimate place as his own, using my pain and submission to reinforce the lesson I’d earned.
The vivid fantasy made me moan, my hips lifting involuntarily toward Pierre’s teasing cock. I was horrified at myself—not just for imagining such a scene, but for the way it made my body respond, my virgin pussy clenching with need around the head of his manhood.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Pierre murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone. “You’re beginning to understand in your mind what your body has known for a long while.”
I turned my face away, unable to bear his penetrating gaze. “It’s not right,” I whispered, even as my hips betrayed me with another small, needy movement. “Women shouldn’t be treated like… like property.”
Pierre’s serious tone brought my attention back to his handsome features.
“Except,” he said, “when they need it as badly as you do, Audrey.”
His words cut through me like a knife, as if they’d exposed a truth I still desperately wanted to deny. My body quivered beneath him, not with fear but with unwelcome recognition. I suddenly felt that perhaps this man saw me—truly saw me—in a way no one ever had before.
“Are you ready to belong to me, Audrey?” Pierre asked, his voice low and serious. “To be my little whore, to serve me, to learn from me?”
I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the moment—the precipice between my old life and whatever lay beyond. Everything in my rational mind screamed to refuse, to fight, to maintain the illusion of independence I’d clung to for so long.
But my body knew better. For the first time in what seemed like hours I remembered that the moment Pierre’s manhood entered my pussy I would earn enough money to live on for a year. The idea that Selecta’s First Intimacy Premium had anything to do with why I had ended up here, about to have my pussy deflowered, seemed terribly strange. My new sponsor had made it clear much more important things, much more essential needs than money, were at stake.
“Oui,” I whispered, trembling. “Oui, Monsieur.”
Pierre’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He took firm hold of my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh with possessive intent. Without warning, he thrust forward, driving his rigid penis deep into my vagina in one powerful stroke.
I screamed as my virginity gave way beneath his invasion. The pain was sharp, sudden—a burning stretch that radiated outward from my core. Tears sprang to my eyes, my back arching off the bed as my body struggled to accommodate his size.
“There,” he murmured, his voice harsh with his enjoyment, and triumphant. “Tu es à moi.”
He remained perfectly still, buried deep inside me, allowing me to feel every inch of him claiming me. The fullness was overwhelming—physically, emotionally, spiritually. I felt impaled, not just by his cock but by the reality of what had just happened. He had taken my virginity. Pierre Lemieux, a man I hardly knew, had taken possession of a part of me that could never be reclaimed.
“Feel me inside you,” he commanded softly. “Feel how I own you.”
I whimpered, aware of every pulse of his cock within my tender channel. The initial pain had already begun to subside, replaced by a strange, insistent pressure that hovered between discomfort and something else—something that made my inner muscles clench around him involuntarily.
“Good girl,” Pierre praised, noting my body’s response. “Your cunt knows who it belongs to now.”
Then he began to move. Slowly at first, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with deliberate control. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper than the last, touching places inside me I hadn’t known existed. The friction of his cock inside my slick sheath created sensations that made my toes curl and my breath catch.
To my shock and dismay, I found myself instantly on the verge of orgasm. The combination of his thick cock stretching me, the slight pain that lingered, the utter submission of my position—it all combined to push me toward a precipice I hadn’t anticipated reaching so quickly.