Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
And then it was a moot point because something else was there. It wasn’t his finger. It was cool and at least twice the size of a finger. It glided along the cleft between my cheeks easily, like it was coated in something slippery. And then it was pressing against my anus.
“Big breath and relax your muscles again, Pet.”
I tried. I really did, but my whole body was tensed against the invasion of whatever it was he was holding.
“I said, relax.” At the same time he spoke, I felt the sting of a slap against my backside.
I forced the air into my lungs and tried to focus on how surprisingly good his finger had felt a moment ago, and not on how much I knew this was going to hurt. The tip pressed into my anus, stretching me more than his finger had, but not horrendously so. It felt uncomfortable, but I could breathe through it.
Then he pushed it in further and it seemed to get wider, stretching me more. There was a light burn, but again, it wasn’t excruciating like I’d been expecting.
“This is a medium butt plug, Pet. It’s not too big, and your sexy, little ass is going to take every inch of it. Just keep breathing.”
Another inch and then another. And wider. Stretching me. I couldn’t focus on anything but breathing. A little bit more though, and suddenly the plug got narrower and my muscles clamped down hard.
“Very nice. You look so fucking hot with something in your ass.”
I realized then that I wasn’t in pain. I felt incredibly full, but it didn’t hurt. Then he wiggled the plug just a little, and like with his finger, the sensation shot right to my clit. I moaned, but then he stopped.
“I’m going to give you some time to get acquainted with the toy in your ass, and I’ll be back to check on you later.”
I whimpered when he stepped away, but he was gone seconds later so there was no point in begging him to stay.
I still felt the panic of the past several minutes, but I couldn’t deny that so far he’d been right. It wasn’t painful. Every minuscule shift of my thighs moved the plug inside me just a little and reminded me it wasn’t pain I was feeling. It was pleasure. I wanted to be disgusted with myself, and eventually, I knew I would be, but right now, with my clit throbbing, my sex desperate to be filled and my ass wanting to feel the thing filling it move, I was a sparked up mess.
I tried once again to move, to try to create the friction I needed against my clit. It only served to shift the plug, adding to the fire, but not doing a damn thing to make me think I could reach the brink with these little movements alone. I tried anyways—I was that desperate. My wetness dripped down my inner thighs, but my orgasm remained just outside of my reach no matter what.
When the door opened, it flickered through my mind that those men could be here with Derek, but I forced the thought away. He would never let them near me like this. So, I sagged against the post in relief. He couldn’t possibly leave me here like this any longer.
He was going to untie me. This had to be over. He had to be done ‘giving me a taste of what he’d do to me if I defied him’. I’d admit it would have been effective. If I’d been contemplating anything else—anything that didn’t have to do with keeping him alive—I’d be effectively dissuaded. He couldn’t find that out though. Somehow I needed to convince him I planned on doing exactly what he said.
He was behind me again. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and my skin tingled from his proximity.
“Please let me down, Master,” I whispered, and I felt his hands at the backs of my thighs, unfastening the belt that had held my legs immobile.
Relieved, I sagged even more. But he didn’t unfasten any of the other restraints. Instead, the plug in my ass moved. He wriggled it back and forth inside me and then started to withdraw it. I didn’t think it was possible, but my sex felt even hotter. Could I literally be on fire?
He didn’t take it out though. He pushed it back in, and I moaned against the post. Then the belt around my breasts fell away. I could angle my body differently now. I could…oh god, I could press my clit more fully against the post and, with my legs free, I knew I’d be able to rub enough to quench the flames.
He withdrew the plug again, but like before, not all the way. And then he thrust it back in, faster this time, and I couldn’t stop myself from writhing against the post.