Read Online XXX - 145 Enslave: The Taming of the Beast by Cathy Yardley - Free Book Online

slowly, carefully, with the innate skill that made her lose her mind. How did he manage that? Was it with all women—or was she simply too susceptible to his touch?
“That’s better,” he announced, then urged her thighs to spread wider. He maneuvered the dildo against her, pressing in slowly, letting it glide deep inside her. She felt the attachment, nestled up against her clit. He spread her further, and she felt either side of the Y close snugly against her clit. When it was all adjusted to his satisfaction, he stood up.
“There,” he said. “You might want to start by the door and work your way toward the living room.”
She could see the deep blush that stained her skin. Awkwardly, she knelt down on all fours, unable to keep her legs clamped together because of the device. She could feel his hot gaze sliding over her as she began to scrub, the warm cloth moving in slow circles against the cold stone tiles.
She did a few squares of tile, then reached for the bucket, glancing over her shoulder. He was staring at her, as she ex pected. However, he was holding something. She paused, trying to figure out what it was. It looked like a remote, she realized. He smiled, then hit a button.
Suddenly, the attachment clamped on her clit started to flutter, slowly at first, then vibrating more enthusiastically. She felt it like a sensual slap. “Oh!” she cried, dropping the cloth into the bucket with a splash.
“Don’t forget near the baseboards,” he said, in a bored tone of voice, even as the rhythm of the vibrator increased.
She didn’t answer, picking up the cloth instead. She moved slowly, carefully, trying to ignore the delicious, dizzying pressure of the vibrator as it hummed against her. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending hyper-aware. She bit her lip, trying not to moan as the incredible feelings licked over her.
“Hmm.” He walked toward her, nudging her hand. “Missed a spot.”
She wiped at where he’d gestured. As she stretched, he pushed another button.
Suddenly, the dildo inside her was moving, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, shifting and twisting as it filled her. She let out a low cry of pleasure, then shut her eyes tight, cleaning blindly.
He moved to stand in front of her. He was wearing slacks and expensive Italian shoes, and all she wanted to do was jump up and attack him. Not to kill him…no. To force him to finish the sexual torture he was inflicting on her.
Have you no loyalty? Don’t you know what this man is?
She stared at the floor as if her life depended on it.
“How does it feel, knowing I can do this to you whenever I want?” she heard him ask. “Knowing that whatever I ask you to do, you have to do…or you’ll pay the consequences?”
She didn’t answer. The cloth moved across the floor slowly, erasing spots that did not exist.
“Your body is mine,” he repeated. “I can take you whenever and however I want.”
Right, left. The cloth went back in the bucket.
He flicked another switch, and everything increased…the dildo sped up, the vibrator thrummed against her clit mercilessly. She gasped, her eyes going half-lidded.
He shut it off. “I can also withhold things from you.”
No! she wanted to cry out. She gripped the washcloth like a vise, her body shrieking in unfulfilled torment.
He got in front of her, unzipping his pants. His cock sprung free. “I can tell you to do things to me.”
She stared at his enormous cock, thrusting in front of her. Then she looked at him.
“Taste me,” he instructed.
He wanted to punish her. Did he not know that she was so turned on, that he turned her on so much , that even this was more pleasure than punishment?
She didn’t hesitate, her body already going for him, her mouth latching on to the tip of his cock and circling it, her tongue tracing around the rim of its bulbous head, tickling the fissure at the tip. His moan of pleasure was tinged with surprise. He fisted his hands against his sides, inadvertently