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“Is it as good as you hoped?” He grinned at her, closing his fingers around her already hard and very erect nipples, pinching them harshly.
She whined somewhere deep in her throat, but made no move to try to resist.
“Did you want him to fuck you? Did you wonder about his cock? How big it was? Did you want him to hurt you with it the same way I hurt you with mine?”
“Ohfuck,” she whispered, her voice almost a hiss as his fingers tightened still more, the flesh of her nipples now crushed almost white under his brutal grip.
“Answer me, whore.”
“N-no! I… I just… wanted yours. Sir.” Her voice broke a little on the last word, and though he kept his demeanor cool, stern, inside he was pleased. Very pleased.
“That’s because my cock, my hands, my touch.Everythingabout me is what you need. More than anything else, I’m what you need. Always.” He bounced her breasts again, slapping them lightly to watch them sway. “And that will never, ever change, Chastity. No matter how many times you’ve come screaming on my cock. You’ll still need it to stretch you out all over again just as much as you needed it that very first time. It will never be enough.” He began to slap her breasts harshly, left then right, the heavy globes swinging wildly upon her chest, Chastity whimpering, her nostrils flaring as he abused her tender flesh. “You’ll always need it, like you need the very air to breathe. Only your Alpha can quench that need in you. Only me, slut. Only me.”
Giving each breast one last, savage slap that had her crying out, he opened the door, stabbing a finger at her. “Do you have a tailor’s tape?”
“A… a what?” Her breasts were covered in blush and crimson blotches, her nipples an angry, throbbing red.
He frowned at her. “A measuring tape.”
“Uh, yeah.” She swallowed. “Cupboard above the fridge. What… why do you—”
“Be quiet.” He met her gaze. “And God help you if I find you in anything other than this exact position when I come back in here.”
He found what he needed, exactly as she’d said. He plucked a notepad and pen from her kitchen counter on the way back.
An unexpectedly strong surge of pleasure coursed through him to see she’d remained standing exactly as he’d left her, the well-slapped breasts swaying very slightly with her quick breathing. The bathroom smelled like her cunt again, and his cock throbbed anew at the mouthwatering scent. It was torture not to take her right then, but it wasn’t the time for that. Not quite yet, anyway.
Her gaze flicked down to what he held in his hand, her eyes going wide. He thought that she might disobey him and ask him what he was doing, but she seemed to reconsider the wisdom of that at the last second.
Proceeding, he spoke not a single word to her as he began to take her measurements. He didn’t stop at her chest and bust measurements either. He even marked down the length and thickness of her nipples—after cruelly squeezing them once more until she was gasping. He then added the breadth of her areolas, which had her blushing anew, her pretty white teeth worrying her lower lip as she watched him.
He grasped one of her breasts then, the tape draped over his shoulder. He considered what the MD was likely to check for versus what Adam really wanted to know… and he suspected the doctor might not be as thorough as he preferred.
“Hmm. Do you have a food scale in the house?”
Her pretty lashes fluttered. “Yes…”
“Where?”
“Um, kitchen, lower cupboard?”
He took her arms down, folding them behind her, and pinning them high up her back until her body arched under the painful stricture at her shoulders. “You’re coming with me then, slut.”
Marching her naked form out to the kitchen was a rather pleasant experience, as he watched the roll of her hips, the sway of her buttocks as she walked.
Finding the scale, he set it upon the counter. Using his grip on her arms, he forced her against the edge. “Lower yourself down. Left tit first. Stop when you feel the scale take its weight fully.”
“I… you…”
“The only thing I want out of you is obedience.” He smacked her ass three times, each blow harder than the last, until she went up on her toes. “Do as you’re told, slut.”
He didn’t think it was possible for a girl to blush as deeply as she did as she complied, her face the picture of humiliation, the soft globe of her breast settling upon the scale’s plate.
“Now, the right one.”
Her breasts were much too big for the scale, but he assumed he’d be able to get a more or less accurate weight. He let go of her arms to write the numbers down. “Interesting.” He tapped the pen against the notepad. “The left one is heavier than the right. Both are a good size though. We’re going to do this again, bitch, after you’re heavily pregnant and your milk’s come in. I want to see how much bigger—and heavier—these udders are once I get you with child.” He smacked her breasts again. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say, I can’twaitto see that.”
The shock on her face, the way her mouth dropped open, almost made him laugh. Though she said nothing, it was clear she hadn’t considered at all that he fully intended to breed her properly once he’d claimed her officially.
