Enamored: The Submissive Mistress (Special Double-Length Episode) (The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle) Read Online Free PDF Page B

next thing she knew, he was forcing her back up onto her knees. Hands on the ground in front of her, face angled down so she stared at the wooden floor, knees spread wide.
    Jane cried out in pleasure as much as surprise when he rammed himself inside her. Darkdale groaned, low and deep, and filled her with his long, thick cock. She was so wet, he moved easily, sliding madly in and out, in and out like a piston. The sounds of wet suction filled her ears, along with her heartbeat and the noise of her own breathing as he grasped her by the hips and began to move even faster and harder.
    She gasped as lust shot through her once again, her channel closing tightly around his girth as he rocked and pumped, slamming her so forcefully she could barely remain upright. Fast and deep and hard, over and over, and Jane couldn’t hold back the rise of pleasure once again.
    “Ah!” It was his turn to cry out, triumphant and loud. He shot into her, one last, hard stroke, and Jane felt him pulsing long and strong inside her.
    She whimpered softly, tears stinging her eyes as her quim tightened and quivered around him. Her hips moved, sharply, desperately…for she only needed one more stroke…just one…more… She twitched, shifted—
    “No!” he roared, and shoved her away.
    Jane tumbled face first onto the floor, arms and legs akimbo and skidding painfully over the hard wood. Panting, gasping, she sobbed as she lay there, hot and throbbing and needy.
    “By gad, you are a lusty bitch. I cannot wait until you are fully mine, darling Jane. Until I can have you in my bed, at my every beck and call.” Darkdale’s voice was rough and dark and satisfied as he pulled swiftly to his feet. “Now, you disobedient cunt—on your knees, and keep them wide, or I will whip you into a pile of skin and bones and then fuck you until you faint.”
    Jane’s arms trembled as she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. Her buttocks were red and sore, and at the same time, her quim throbbed, slick and so full that even with her knees apart she could feel the straining, pulsing need centered there.
    She braced herself, waiting for another stripe of searing pain over her arse, trying to keep from sobbing audibly. But the pain didn’t come.
    Instead, Darkdale walked slowly around and stopped at the front of her, his shiny black shoes halting in front of her face. She dared not look up, dared not relax. It was all she could do to bring her rough, panting breaths soft and under control, and to keep her knees from giving away.
    He stood there for a long moment, saying nothing. Then she felt the familiar stroke of the ball-tipped crop sliding slowly down her spine. Jane gasped, starting to pant again as her skin tingled and her body turned hot as the little knobs stroked her, down…down…down…
    When those teasing pea-shaped balls slipped down into her moist arse crack, Jane tensed, biting her lip, struggling to keep herself still. But they were insistent, dancing around and prodding her in the arse, then in her dripping wet quim…
    She began to sob as lust built painfully inside her, centered there at her turgid little sex and all around her sensitive, full lips. Her breathing became ragged and shallow and she tensed, tightening, waiting for the blow to come.
    But it didn’t.
    All at once, those teasing black knobs lifted away. Then Darkdale’s shoes turned and they walked away…out of the chamber.
    Jane was alone. Full and needy and painfully hot and engorged.

 
    — IV—
     
     
    Jane didn’t know how long she stayed there on her hands and knees in the center of the chamber.
    Time crawled or slid by—she wasn’t certain. Shadows lengthened. Her knees and palms ached from being slammed against the unforgiving floor, and from pressing into it for hours.
    It had to be hours.
    She’d stopped sobbing. Her buttocks had stopped burning, though they still twinged occasionally. But her sex was still swollen and ready, painfully engorged and