Necromantic by Rick Gualtieri, Cole Vance Read Free Book Online Page A

only a matter of time before he used it. Despite the pain, my uncertainty, and the annoyance I felt, I found myself looking forward to it. The amusing part was that I was even naughtier than Harold knew; which just served to turn me on that much more.
    “Yes, d...” I quickly bit my tongue. I had almost answered daddy . Good thing I caught myself. That would have surely been a giveaway to my activities from last time. I quickly corrected myself, “Yes... sir .”
    “Sir? Do I look like your father?”
    I almost laughed at the irony, but another sharp smack against my ass silenced me.
    “Sorry ( what the fuck did he want me to say? ) um...master?”
    “Better,” he replied, pressing up against my backside. I was right about his current condition - his hardness poked against my ass cheeks, demanding entry. In my current state of bondage, there wasn’t much I could have done, had he pressed the point.
    Instead, he reached around me and grasped the nipples of my right breast. He gave it a quick painful pinch before beginning to knead it gently.
    “See how this works?” he whispered in my ear. “When you’re a good girl, you get good things.”
    As red as some of my body parts were, I was definitely beginning to enjoy this. I decided to play along. My time limit, whether three or seven hours, felt like an eternity away. There was no shame in having some fun first.
    “I’ll be good.” I put a little squeal of fright into my voice.
    *CRACK*
    “You’ll be whatever I want you to be. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, my lord.”
    “If I say you’ll be good, then you’ll be an angel. If I want you bad, you’ll be a nasty little cunt. Is that clear?”
    I bristled at his use of that word. Games or not, I didn’t like being called it. Still, when in Rome... “Crystal.”
    *SMACK*
    “Master!” I quickly added.
    “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
    When I did so, he looped the belt around my face so that the strap was now between my teeth. I felt him tighten it in his fist behind my head.
    “Hold still.”
    Using his other arm, he grabbed me around the waist and dragged me slightly backwards, straining my restraints, so that I was at an angle. I knew what was coming next.
    The tip of his engorged member came up between my spread thighs. I felt it press against my pussy lips, coating itself in the juices that now flowed freely from me. I tried to lower my hips so that he entered me, but he pulled on the belt, yanking my head back.
    “I said don’t move,” he growled. “I will do things in my own good time.”
    I tried to protest, but it came out as a muffled grunt.
    “This is your punishment for last time,” he continued. “You will do nothing but take me as I see fit to give myself to you. If I want to fuck you slowly, I will.” The head of his penis rubbed casually against my vulva, driving me mad with desire. “If I want to take you hard and fast...” With one violent thrust, he filled me. I let out a muffled gasp as this body was stretched to its limits. Harold’s meaning was clear. He was in charge and there was nothing I could do about it. The truth was, I didn’t want to. All thoughts as to my predicament, my time limit, or anything else, fled my mind.
    There was only flesh, his inside of mine.
     

Chapter 8
    Harold took his time. He must’ve fucked me for nearly an hour. At times, he was excruciatingly slow, sometimes taking an eternity to do more than move an inch. At other moments, he jack-hammered me mercilessly until the only things keeping me upright were my restraints.
    I orgasmed at least twice, once explosively so. Whoever this body was, she was a bit of a squirter. A small puddle of my wetness lay below where I stood. At last, when I could barely stand it anymore, I felt Harold tense up.
    “No,” he spat. “You’re not worthy of my gifts.”
    He pulled out of me. A few moments later, something hot and wet splashed against my backside. I felt it - him - drip down my body, down my legs. I