Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He puts on a wicked smirk as his smooth, hard flesh draws out and then rams into my mouth again.
Tears form in my eyes as he grips the top of my head with one hand, using the other to lift the belt.
The leather stings my bare ass, and I yelp around his throbbing cock. But he doesn’t stop. He spanks me again.
And again.
And again.
He doesn’t let up.
My ass cheeks are scorching, and my throat is getting sore already. My stiches are pulling, almost like they are about to pop, but I can’t stop, no matter how much any of this hurts.
He squeezes my hair in his hand, easing up with the belt. He drives harder, quicker, fucking my mouth like the true savage he is.
“Why haven’t you learned yet, niñita?” he groans, slamming in. I gag around his length, feeling him deep in my throat. “I am trying to be good to you,” he grunts, shuddering, “but you just keep taking what I have to give for granted.”
I moan as he grips my hair tighter in his hands. The belt comes up in the air again and he spanks me harder this time. The smack of the leather is so loud that the sound bounces off the walls.
I twitch, gagging and rolling with pain. The belt strikes me all over again, and I beg inside for him to come.
Just come already. Please!
I’ll swallow it all if that means the belt will stop.
He whacks me with it again, grinning down at me, still hammering my skull. He then drops the belt and spanks my ass with a heavy hand.
“Look at that sexy ass,” he rumbles. His thickness glides deeper. He is balls-deep in my mouth, the tip of his cock lodged in my throat. “Fuck, niñita. That shit feels so fucking good.” He spanks my ass again with his large, rough hand, shuddering, and then slamming down as I moan.
His abs are resting on my sore forehead and his cock is much harder now.
He’s close.
I can tell.
I ignore all pain and suck like my life depends on it, reaching up to play with his heavy balls. That gets him going. He intensifies his strokes, circling his hips as I mercilessly choke on his dick.
And then it finally happens.
One final plunge and he explodes.
His hot, salty come slithers down and I choke. He pulls out in the nick of time, allowing me to draw in a breath before completely swallowing his thick, hot load.
He steps back sluggishly, glaring down at me. Some of his hair has fallen onto his damp forehead, feathered lightly over his eyes. He watches me swallow it all and then forces me to sit up.
“I should have fucked your pussy instead,” he gripes, tugging on my hair. “I should have fucked the shit out of you. Then I’d know you wouldn’t try something that stupid again. Because my cock, niñita,” he murmurs, bringing me closer by the hair, “is what makes bitches like Francesca so obsessed with me. She hated everything about me…until I fucked some sense into her.”
When he pulls away, he puts on a devilish grin. One that makes my skin crawl. He releases my hair and shoves me back, going for his slacks in the corner.
“You will sleep in here tonight. I have something to take care of, but when I get back, you better be here and you better be ready for the rest of your punishment.”
The rest of my punishment?! Wasn’t this enough? Nearly fucking my throat away? His smirk proves only one thing to me.
He’s not fucking around.
He knows I’m not enjoying this, and he also knows I can’t protest or resist.
He has me right where he wants me…and I fucking hate him for it.
Chapter Fourteen
Day 12
The clock on the left has just struck midnight.
I haven’t slept a wink, though I feel like I should have. I’m exhausted beyond measures, but I’m too afraid to rest. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me now. After that hateful throat fuck, what else is there to expect?
Maybe it won’t be sexual. Maybe it will be something involving guns and knives.
I hope so.
Then maybe I can manhandle one and kill him with it.
I rub my raw, bare bottom. It still stings. I pull the blanket over me and curl up.
1:00 A.M. rolls around and that’s when I hear distant footsteps.
They are slow, and when the door squeaks on its hinges, my heart sinks. The measured steps continue forward, up the stairs. When I don’t hear them anymore, I know he’s close.
I can feel his presence.
I nearly stop breathing as I wait for him to say something. Do something.
But he doesn’t.
The bed dips, and I hear a long, weary sigh fill the empty space surrounding us. He sounds exhausted.
I remain perfectly still, hoping that if I pretend to be asleep, he’ll skip the punishment he owes and spare me all together. I was just in a car wreck, for fuck’s sake. Show a little mercy.