Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Say it properly. Use real words. I will take a buggering, sir.”
“I will take a buggering, sir. But please—”
“You’ll survive it,” he said, tracing the cane stripes on her bottom. “You’ve had things up there before.”
“Not things like…” Like your very large thing.
He took the ginger from her bottom gently, carefully, as if he was not planning to plunder her there afterward. She still wasn’t sure it was possible. He put the ginger back on the tray and returned with more things to frighten her. The first was a pair of metal clips that met in a tight grip. He opened and closed them before her gaze.
“If I apply these to your nipples, naughty girl, they will distract you from…other pain. They will help you open to it.”
“Truly?” Her nipples were very sensitive to his pinching and squeezing.
“You must trust me. Hold your breath.”
“Why?”
“So you will not scream.”
He applied the first one as he said it. And she did not scream, only gasped and writhed at the sudden pressure and pain. He attached the other, and as she processed that application with short, huffing breaths, he took up a pot of slippery unguent that was not unfamiliar to her.
“As you know, this makes it easier for things to fit inside you.”
He seemed to hold his own breath as he introduced a finger full of the oily stuff, then two, up her backside. Her husband put his fingers in her bottom with some regularity, and it had shocked her in the beginning, until she’d learned to relax and let him have his way.
But…this…
“Are you going to release me…before you…?”
“Put my cock in your arsehole? No. I think not.”
“Oh.” She gritted her teeth against the pain at her nipples. Pulling at her restraints did nothing to ease it. The metal clips shone at the tips of her breasts, taunting her, for she had no way to yank the hurting things off.
She heard him remove his trousers, knew without looking that his cock would be hard and stiff and scary looking as he sidled up behind her. She moaned as one of his hands gripped her hip. The other pressed his cock’s tip to her arsehole, just as he’d done with the ginger earlier.
He stopped and added more unguent, as if there would ever be enough.
“You must relax if I’m to get in without hurting you,” he said. “You must let it happen. Think of my power, and your pain.”
Those were all she could think of. He tried again to press inside her and this time, she screwed up her courage and pressed back. The tip of him went in, a strange, thick invasion.
“Yes,” he breathed, and flicked each of the clips on her nipples. “Just like that. It will only hurt a moment or two. Relax and let me in.”
The renewed torment from the clips blended with the painful pressure at her arsehole. He could not…it wasn’t possible…but then he was sliding deeper inside, and her body was letting him. He went slowly, so slowly, massaging her hip as he entered her inch by terrifying inch. At last, the acute pain subsided, replaced with a fullness she could never have described. He was so much inside her, so deep inside her, she could hardly bear it.
Yet, suddenly, she wished he would push deeper.
She moved back against him, arching her hips. Her buttocks were sore, inflamed from the strap and cane where they contacted his hardness, but she didn’t care. He let out a hoarse gasp as if he’d been holding his breath, and only now let it go. The hand that held her hips dipped lower, clamped over her pussy, grasped her hard between her legs. A searching finger soon landed upon that spot, that glorious button he’d trained to his skillful touch.
She choked out a cry, shocked by the melding excitement of his deepness and the heat he created between her legs. He withdrew and pressed back in, grasping her so she couldn’t move one iota without his guidance. In, out, slow, deep, hot, hard, sliding with leisurely, masterful strokes until she felt delirious with unexpected pleasure.
This is better than caning, she thought. I chose correctly.
But she pretended to feel punished, because she knew he liked it. She moaned and moved her hips beneath his fingers, squeezing upon him now and again as if she could not bear to have him deeper, but he’d go deeper, and she’d secretly rejoice.
By the end—when he flicked her nipples, her pussy’s button, all of it at once when he drove inside her—she could not pretend to feel punished anymore. She cried out in a reckless climax of sensation, her body squeezing him in delirium as she jerked wildly at the chains, rattling them over the sound of his rasping breath.
“My God,” he said. “Elizabeth.”
He growled and thrust so deeply she was practically lifted from her feet, and she lost her wits again. They reached their pleasure together, her for a second time.