For His Pleasure: The Boxed Set, Books 1-6 (For His Pleasure, For His Taking, For His Keeping, For His Honor, For His Trust, For His Forever) by Kelly Favor Page B
Authors: Kelly Favor
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on voicing your many opinions, I’m afraid you’ll need to be quieted as well.” A piece of rubber was inserted in her mouth.
This surprised her greatly. There were two straps that pulled across her cheeks to keep the gag in place. These also were tied behind her head.
“Now all you will have is my voice to guide you,” he said.
She nodded, breathing through her nose. Everything was dark. Unable to even speak, she felt totally helpless and afraid. Her head was buzzing. She wasn’t sure she could do this, do what he asked.
“Down on your fucking knees, you disobedient girl.”
She hesitated. She wanted to scream. The fear was building in intensity. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. The wooden floor dug into the bones of her kneecaps.
She considered holding up two fingers, but didn’t want to quit so soon. She needed to at least try. Calm down, she told herself. This is safe. He won’t ever hurt you.
“Hands behind your back now,” he commanded.
She did as he told her. The pain in her knees was uncomfortable but bearable. He left her in this position for minutes, maybe as long as fifteen minutes. The pain was slowly increasing as she was forced to maintain the position.
“Do you want to get up off the floor, girl?” he asked, when the discomfort had built to a truly uncomfortable level.
She nodded.
“Will you be respectful to your master from now on?”
She nodded again.
“Good girl. Stand up, then.”
She got slowly to her feet. His hand was immediately upon her elbow, and he pulled her forward. “Now the bed. Lie down on your back, slut.”
In an instant, he’d thrown her on her back on the soft bed. After the hard floor and the pain in her knees, the bed felt positively luxurious and she was grateful to him for putting her on it.
“Extend your arms and legs all the way,” he told her.
When she did, he began tying up her wrists with what she assumed were the scarves she’d seen dangling from the four bedposts. Next, he tied her feet. She was completely tied up and immobile now.
She couldn’t see or speak.
“I can see your heart beating through your dress,” he said, sitting next to her. She felt his weight sinking into the mattress.
It was so dark. So dark and she couldn’t speak or move.
“Trust me,” he whispered into her ear. “You will come to see what I see in this world. And you will never want to go back.”
She nodded reluctantly. After some time had passed, he changed position. She could sense his movements but didn’t know what he was doing. His hands were on her calves now, lightly touching them.
Goose bumps raised on her skin as he caressed her legs softly. “You are a princess.
You are beautiful. But you need to learn manners,” he cooed.
His hands moved up to her thighs. Now she was feeling the pleasure. She moaned through her gag. The darkness had become a friend, somehow. She rather enjoyed not knowing where his hands would move next. Not knowing what he might do to her, where he might touch her.
For a very long time, his warm hands moved along her thighs, tracing up and down, and each time he strayed towards her wetness, she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum soon. She couldn’t help it. She’d wanted him to touch her like this, and here it was happening.
A man that could have any woman he wanted had chosen her.
Her body was shaking as she tried to resist the urge to come.
The more she tried to resist, the harder it became. Her nipples were so hard she could have cut glass with them. They poked roughly up through her dress. He must have noticed this, because suddenly his hands were on them, roughly pulling her nipples and squeezing them through the sheer fabric of the dress.
She moaned louder and louder, her body bucking and writhing in its straps.
“You bad, dirty little slut,” he whispered. “I think we might have found a thoroughbred,” he said, as if to himself, marveling at her eagerness.
He
This surprised her greatly. There were two straps that pulled across her cheeks to keep the gag in place. These also were tied behind her head.
“Now all you will have is my voice to guide you,” he said.
She nodded, breathing through her nose. Everything was dark. Unable to even speak, she felt totally helpless and afraid. Her head was buzzing. She wasn’t sure she could do this, do what he asked.
“Down on your fucking knees, you disobedient girl.”
She hesitated. She wanted to scream. The fear was building in intensity. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. The wooden floor dug into the bones of her kneecaps.
She considered holding up two fingers, but didn’t want to quit so soon. She needed to at least try. Calm down, she told herself. This is safe. He won’t ever hurt you.
“Hands behind your back now,” he commanded.
She did as he told her. The pain in her knees was uncomfortable but bearable. He left her in this position for minutes, maybe as long as fifteen minutes. The pain was slowly increasing as she was forced to maintain the position.
“Do you want to get up off the floor, girl?” he asked, when the discomfort had built to a truly uncomfortable level.
She nodded.
“Will you be respectful to your master from now on?”
She nodded again.
“Good girl. Stand up, then.”
She got slowly to her feet. His hand was immediately upon her elbow, and he pulled her forward. “Now the bed. Lie down on your back, slut.”
In an instant, he’d thrown her on her back on the soft bed. After the hard floor and the pain in her knees, the bed felt positively luxurious and she was grateful to him for putting her on it.
“Extend your arms and legs all the way,” he told her.
When she did, he began tying up her wrists with what she assumed were the scarves she’d seen dangling from the four bedposts. Next, he tied her feet. She was completely tied up and immobile now.
She couldn’t see or speak.
“I can see your heart beating through your dress,” he said, sitting next to her. She felt his weight sinking into the mattress.
It was so dark. So dark and she couldn’t speak or move.
“Trust me,” he whispered into her ear. “You will come to see what I see in this world. And you will never want to go back.”
She nodded reluctantly. After some time had passed, he changed position. She could sense his movements but didn’t know what he was doing. His hands were on her calves now, lightly touching them.
Goose bumps raised on her skin as he caressed her legs softly. “You are a princess.
You are beautiful. But you need to learn manners,” he cooed.
His hands moved up to her thighs. Now she was feeling the pleasure. She moaned through her gag. The darkness had become a friend, somehow. She rather enjoyed not knowing where his hands would move next. Not knowing what he might do to her, where he might touch her.
For a very long time, his warm hands moved along her thighs, tracing up and down, and each time he strayed towards her wetness, she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum soon. She couldn’t help it. She’d wanted him to touch her like this, and here it was happening.
A man that could have any woman he wanted had chosen her.
Her body was shaking as she tried to resist the urge to come.
The more she tried to resist, the harder it became. Her nipples were so hard she could have cut glass with them. They poked roughly up through her dress. He must have noticed this, because suddenly his hands were on them, roughly pulling her nipples and squeezing them through the sheer fabric of the dress.
She moaned louder and louder, her body bucking and writhing in its straps.
“You bad, dirty little slut,” he whispered. “I think we might have found a thoroughbred,” he said, as if to himself, marveling at her eagerness.
He
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