Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“You can swap cooking tips,” I laugh. “Teach her to make a decent gumbo, she can teach you to cook her best roast potatoes.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He brushes my hair back from my face, fingers tickling my neck so gently it gives me tingles.
“Time for another plan right now though, baby,” he adds. “Let’s get you ready to go.”
I take a breath, making sure I’m steady before I move as Ant helps me upstairs and gets me into the shower to wash and shave. I move on instinct, letting him work his skills with the razor, teasing me gently as he goes. Slowly, but surely, I begin to feel it – the excitement.
I figure we’ll head back through to the bedroom when we’re done with showering, but he shakes his head when I get to the door.
“Not yet, baby. More preparation this time.”
He opens one of the bathroom drawers, and fuck, my eyes must widen as he pulls the anal douche out of there. I’ve no idea how that’s going to feel inside me.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Trust me. It’ll feel good. Just like the rest of the evening.”
I try not to look at the douche as he gets it ready, running my fingers through my wet hair as a distraction while he fills it up with water.
He points me to the toilet.
“Hands on the seat, bent over, ass up for me.”
I do as he tells me, shaking like a leaf as he eases the douche nozzle into my ass. The nozzle isn’t all that big, and not too bad, but that’s not what’s going to be the intense part about this…
“Get ready,” he says, and I brace myself.
It feels so weird as he pumps water inside my ass. It fills me up in a way I’ve never felt before, wet, and… invasive. Just… weird. I’m not sure whether I like it or not, but that isn’t a surprise, since that’s how I feel about most things Ant likes to get dirty with.
I must take the whole lot of water inside me, because he pulls the douche out with a good girl. I clench my ass as tight as I can, scared the water is going to spill straight out again.
“Stay there a minute,” Ant says, and my head is spinning, but I manage it, hands still braced against the toilet seat.
I wait for my next instruction, and it doesn’t take long.
“Now, sit down and let it come out, baby. Don’t hold back.”
It takes me a few seconds of sitting on the toilet before I can face doing it. I close my eyes as I let the first stream of water come out of me, and once it’s started I can’t stop. It all comes out in spurts. Spurts, and streams.
I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe there is dirty warm water spurting out of my ass while somebody watches me, but Ant isn’t fazed in the slightest. He’s already filling the douche up for a second go as I wipe myself dry and flush the toilet.
“Again, baby,” he says.
We do it again, and it’s not quite so intense this time. We do it a third time and I’m getting used to it. I’m clean as I wipe and feel pretty good about myself as Ant gives his nod of approval. He directs me through to the bedroom with a proud smile on his face.
“Do you want me to dress up, or want me to stay undressed?” I ask him.
“Naked. I want you bare and spread on that mattress, ready and waiting.”
I’m getting surprisingly used to being naked and on display, too. I’m not nearly so edgy tonight as I check myself out in the full-length mirror.
My face is flushed, pupils dilated, nipples hard.
“You look divine,” Ant tells me. “You’re going to be such a gorgeous slut tonight.”
My nerves are back and churning as he leads me down the landing, even through the champagne haze.
The room is waiting, cameras set up and lights on full. I don’t need telling to get in position, just get straight down on the mattress, on my back, staring up at him as he smiles down at me.
The filthy side of Ant is in full control now. His expression is dirty and hungry. Primal. I figure he’ll be down beside me to get me hot and wet and ready to go, but he doesn’t move, just stands there, staring down at me like I’m his prized whore.
“Stay there like a good girl and imagine what’s coming to you,” he tells me, with a huge amount of authority in his tone. “I’m going to shut the door behind me and you’re going to wait your turn, you understand? You won’t leave this room until I tell you to, and you’ll rub your sweet, wet cunt until you’re so desperate for cock you’ll take whatever’s on offer. You’d better be a horny bitch by the time I let our guests in here.”