Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Phoenix rubs his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good, dove. This is the first of many punishments to learn your lesson.” Without warning, he moves his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moves them around and collects my juices. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”
I shamelessly wiggle against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything… He is right.
I did enjoy it.
Maybe not the actual pain of it. I don’t think I like the feeling of being spanked, but my body is on fire, just as my ass is. How can a spanking that I am literally begging for him to stop do this to me? The only explanation is that the feeling of desire is far better than the feeling of fear.
“Do you want me to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only run along my folds, teasing me with how close they are to giving me what I want so badly.
“Yes, sir.” My voice cracks as I all but plead my answer.
He pulls his hand away quickly and gives me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Bad girls with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”
He turns on the faucet and adjusts the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he’s satisfied. He then takes the removable showerhead off the base and pulls the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He keeps it face down and motions for me to get into the bathtub.
Mortified, I step into the tub. How I wish I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I have never done so before. All the men I have ever been with before just got what they got. I don’t care or have even given it a thought. But with Phoenix, who will be rewatching my humiliation, it fills me with so much shame that I’m not presented better. Phoenix has made me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty bad girl as he so often likes to call me. I am his dirty captive, and yet, the thought of that makes my tummy flip in anticipation of what that will mean, and how he will try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper as Phoenix directs the stream of water between my legs.
“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”
I do as he asks while he reaches for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. And though maybe I should be embarrassed that my sex is on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I feel is that I have disappointed Phoenix, and for some odd reason, I hate that. I am hairy, and I want to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
Is this submission? Or is this just plain insanity?
But I’ve never been one to judge people for their sexual kinks, so why am I judging my body’s response now?
I’ve always found dominance sexy, and I longed to be truly submissive to the right man. Being faced with the chance now is not only exciting, but highly confusing. Is this all a sexual kink game, or is my future truly on the line? Do I hate this? Or do I like this? Do I want to run away, or do I want to stay forever?
Phoenix squirts a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swipes the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watch him as he expertly angles the razor, and as he uses his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he can get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watch as my pussy becomes free of the hair, and I can see what the most intimate, secret part of my body truly looks like. It’s odd to see a body part of mine that I haven’t really examined before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really don’t know what my pussy looks like completely bare until Phoenix grabs the showerhead and once again directs it at my spread legs.
I gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water makes contact on my highly sensitive clit that is so needy for attention. It takes everything I have not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figure such an act would land me back over Phoenix’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls are supposed to act.