Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
I don’t bargain for what I want. I take it.
The moment Brooke Mikaels walked into my office, I knew she was mine. She needed my help and thought she could use her sweet little body to get it, but she learned a hard lesson instead.
I don’t make deals with silly little girls. I spank them.
She’ll get what she needs, but first she’ll moan and beg and scream with each brutal climax as she takes everything I give her. She belongs to me now, and soon she’ll know what that means.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 64,600 words
Excerpt
My clit was so sore. I didn’t think I could take much more and as another orgasm tore through me, I realized that I didn’t have a choice. Rather unexpectedly, he pulled the vibrator away and reached back into the drawer of the nightstand. He pulled out a long lavender-colored wand. At the end was a bulbous circle that was stratified with a gridlock design of silver treads and when he flipped a switch at the end of the toy, it began to hum. He held the handle and I nervously waited as he pressed the rounded end against my pussy.
It felt like any rather powerful vibrator. At first.
Then something odd happened. It began to tingle. It was almost imperceptible in the beginning, but it increased in intensity. The tingling sensation grew stronger and my little clit pulsed beneath it. As more time passed, it began to prickle, and I whimpered as it buzzed across my skin.
“What is that?” I whispered, my voice shaking with rising arousal.
“This is a vibrating violet wand. I had it made especially for naughty little girls who need to be taught a very memorable lesson. It took quite a few prototypes, but I’m very pleased with how it turned out. I have a feeling you’re going to be soon as well,” he answered and the buzzing grew even more powerful. Soon, it started to feel like someone was lightly dragging their fingernails across my skin.
My sore clit throbbed, again and again. The electric current from the vibrating wand hummed through my flesh and settled deep into my core, coercing another orgasm to rise unbidden despite me trying to stop it. The tingling sensation made it even more difficult to hold back and before I knew it, my body was beginning to shake. My legs quivered hard and he held me steady with his hand on my hip. My fists tightened around the sheets beneath my upper body and I was thankful for the support of the bed at that moment.
My orgasm hit me, and it fractured me in two. I screamed with painful bliss as the agony from my forced release broke me. My clit was so very sore now and the wand showed no signs of slowing down.
In fact, it only got even stronger.
The tingling intensified so that it spread across the entirely of my pussy, torturing my wet folds until another orgasm shattered me.
I was so helpless. Vulnerable. At his mercy.
My breath hitched. It hurt. So much. Pleasurable pain that threatened to tear me apart.
I didn’t know how many times I came beneath him. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but his cock deep in my bottom hole and that cruel vibrating wand between my legs. I came so many times that I lost count. That I cried out for mercy. And then finally, a single tear dripped down my cheek.
Once the first fell, I couldn’t stop the rest. I began to sob and that’s when his slow steady movements in and out of my ass began to change. What had felt good for so long was now becoming painful. He moved quicker, his cadence faster. His cock punished my bottom hole with fervor, using it as roughly as he pleased as I broke beneath him.
I sobbed as he claimed me in the most thorough way I could have ever imagined. I screamed. I cried. I moaned and then I came again.
Each subsequent orgasm was nothing short of brutal. Exquisite ecstasy transformed into passionate agony. Tears raced down my cheeks as I came for him, again and again. As many times as he wanted. As many times as he demanded.
He was in control of me, utterly and completely.
