I think the Lizzie book is done.
Ten chapters. 66,850 words. A whole book of ballbusting, belting, blowjobs, and other things, some of which don’t start with B… like face-sitting, for example.
I’ve been working on this book for a while, and I’m glad I finally finished it. I made a fairly significant edit to it — I aged up the characters a little bit (they were always over 18) so that Lizzie became a college junior when she first snuck into Alex’s bed, and Alex himself is now twenty-three when the book starts. That was a good tip from one of my beta readers, and it makes the first chapter more believable.
As I reread the book and finished up “draft 2.6” (draft 3 will be the version I put together in Word and then edit out the six words from), I was shocked at how turned on I got by working on it. Now, while I do like a little rough play in that region, I have no actual desire to go through what Alex goes through in the book. (Okay, maybe — okay, definitely — the face-sitting part. I could go through that every day and still not get enough.) I don’t want someone to punch or kick my balls. I don’t want to wear a collar around them 24/7. But it was a fun book to write, and I really enjoyed the arc of Alex’s story as well as the way I showed how Lizzie cares for him. I realize that I as the writer need to enjoy the book before anyone else can, so it only makes sense that I do, but still. This one’s good. (At least, I think it’s good. Hopefully you agree.)
Here’s a little something from the final chapter:
“Are you happy?” Bobbie asked me. She was kneeling beside my face, and I knew what was coming next.
“Very,” I said.
Then she swung one leg over, and lowered herself, and I showed her just how happy I was. Bobbie had told us she’d sat on Cam’s — her ex’s — face before, but never had she been so free to do it as she was with me. I reveled in the scent and taste of her, in the weight of her body on top of me, in the way she smothered me until I could barely breathe. My cock, already hard, began to throb, and I felt Lizzie’s hand on it, pushing it up out of the way.
When she slammed her fist into me, I shouted in pain, the sound muffled by Bobbie. I swore I heard her laugh — not in a mean way; more a sound of delight. Lizzie loved to hit me when I couldn’t move, and, strong as I was, Bobbie was a big enough woman that I couldn’t get her off me if she didn’t want to go. Of course, I didn’t want her off me, so the point was moot; with Bobbie on my face like this, I could take an awful lot of punishment — not that this was punishment; rather the opposite — and Lizzie dished it out, punches and slaps interspersed with moments of warmth and wetness as she engulfed me with her mouth. She knew me so well after all this time, knew what I could take and when I needed relief.
She also knew how far she could take me before I came, and how long Bobbie could manage to stay on top of me before she ran out of stamina. When Bobbie climbed off and I emerged, red-faced and gasping for air, Lizzie came in for a kiss, tasting Bobbie on my lips. “Ready to come for us?” she said against my mouth.
“Always ready for you.”
“Good boy. Come here.” Lizzie slid off the bed and I carefully followed, gravity reasserting itself and making my balls ache even more. Lizzie knelt in front of me, arms folded under her breasts, presenting them to me. My leash was in one hand and she was pulling it tight.
I knew what she wanted, and thirty seconds later I had my cock in my fist as I sprayed come on her chest. Each spurt made my balls clench and throb, and not in a fun way, but the pain just reminded me of who owned me.
Lizzie owned me, and I was more than happy to be hers. And the parts of me that Bobbie had claim on made me just as happy.
I’ll probably get the book out before the end of the year. It’ll depend on how soon I can get the final drafts edited and typeset, and how long it takes to get the cover art.
In the meantime: on to the next book!
