Pushing Her Limits (Forbidden Fantasies #26) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“Stop, stop!” I scream. But my attacker is a pervert. He lifts my right leg and hooks it over the arm of the chair before taping it down. Then he does the same with my left leg so that my pussy’s open and on display. My pink folds shudder in the chill of the storeroom, and I begin to cry through the gag. A gross mix of salty tears and warm snot drip uncontrollably down my face before streaming off my chin, but my attacker doesn’t care. He’s beginning to undo his pants, and I let out another horrified shriek.

“Please, somebody help me! Please, help!”

But no one hears my muffled cries, and suddenly, I realize that my femininity is about to be stolen.

9

Clay

I whistle on my way to A Mouthful of Sweets. I’m surprising Kitty today with a few new presents, and I hope she likes them. After all, my girl has been surprisingly warm and open. I’ve been introducing different toys slowly but surely into our sex life, and it’s been going well. My woman is usually scandalized at first, but then, she’ll let me restrain her and push different toys into her warm, wet spaces. I love it, and tonight’s going to be no different. I have a few new toys in my briefcase, and hopefully, Kitty will let me use them on her in the privacy of our bedroom.

Humming, I take the cobblestone path to the front door of the shop in few short steps and notice that the “Closed” sign is up. That’s normal. It’s a bit past eight, and the shop should be shut for the night. But then, I notice that the door is ajar. Weird. I’ve talked to Kitty about this before, because this is exactly how I made my entry all those months ago. Hmm, I’ll have to speak with her again.

Suddenly, a muffled scream hits my ears, and I jolt forward. What the hell is going on? Where did that come from? All senses go on high alert when I see a large man in a ski mask checking out the chocolate bars on the far side of the room. He’s halfway turned away from me and obviously a burglar, given his all-black get-up. But the guy is a greedy idiot because he literally takes a chocolate bar off the shelf, and unwraps it before taking a bite.

Meanwhile, there are more sounds of a struggle coming from the back, but the burglar seems unbothered. He chews with satisfaction, and then takes another huge bite of the candy bar, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. What a dumbfuck.

Silently, I sneak past him and into the back room towards where they must be keeping Kitty. I quietly open the storeroom door, and that’s when I see her. Oh fuck! My woman’s in bad shape and it’s only going downhill. There’s a man in a ski-mask unzipping his pants, and as I watch, he wiggles his dick at her while leering.

“Baby, want a taste?” he sings in a high-pitched voice. “I promise it’s just like candy.”

But my Kitty’s a strong one. She screams around the ball gag in her mouth, her eyes shooting daggers. Even though she’s nude with her legs spread, she still manages to hiss epithets from behind the gag.

“Mphph!” she screams. “Mwmwmw!”

The man giggles again while shaking his limp dick at her, and I feel my blood turn cold. My pulse slows, and time seems to come to a standstill. Seeing Kitty in such a vulnerable position changes everything for me because nothing else in my life has ever mattered so much. I only need her safe, and preferably safe in my arms. I don’t care about fetishes or sex toys. Hell, I don’t even give a damn about the club anymore. My woman is being traumatized and abused before my eyes, and that is the only thing that exists in this moment.

My body springs into action. I can tell by the intruder’s startled gasp that I have the benefit of surprise, and I take advantage of it. Hurtling forward at light speed, I pull the sex toys I just bought from their bag, brandishing them like weaponry.

The intruder turns to me and lets out a high shriek when he sees me with a whip in one hand and a gleaming steel bar in the other. With that, the burglar tries to escape, but there’s nowhere to go in the small room. Then he screams wildly and barrels straight towards me, fists outstretched. That does it. I wind up, swinging the whip over one shoulder before bringing it down with a whistle. The leather straps slash across the man’s face, instantly drawing trickles of blood, and yet he doesn’t stop.

“Hi-YA!” he screams like a ninja. Then, with his fist just centimeters from my jaw, I swing the steel bar low, taking out his knees. The clumsy man falls in a heavy heap to the ground before scrambling up in a desperate attempt to crawl out of reach. But no such luck. I give him another lash across his bicep, this time even harder, and the pain causes him to collapse to the ground once again, howling in agony.


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