Sold at Auction – Bound for Service Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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“No,” I whispered, to myself, shaking my head. “No, please… please, don’t…”

I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t look at my own body, because I was being so terribly naughty. I cried out as I pushed the tip of my middle finger into the forbidden opening.

With a final, desperate press against my clit, the ecstasy within me exploded, and I screamed as my orgasm tore through me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me shaking and spent in the chair, the fingers of my right hand still moving lasciviously in my pussy as the even naughtier finger on my other hand probed more gently in my anus.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Marcus gave a sharp tug on the leash, pulling me to my feet. My legs wobbled beneath me, still weak from the intensity of my release. He turned me around and bent me over the chair, positioning me with practiced ease, his big right hand pressing firmly on my back as his left maintained the tension in the leash. The leather, warm from my lewd display, pressed against my elbows, but it wasn’t as warm as the fire that still coursed through my veins.

“Push your ass out,” he ordered, enforcing the command with his hands to make me arch my back. I could do nothing but comply, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

I cried out as he ran something firm and cool between my pussy lips, the sensation both startling and arousing. He moved it shallowly in and out of my still-virgin vagina, pressing it to the place where it made me gasp.

“You’re so wet that I don’t need lube,” Marcus told me with mocking satisfaction.

Then I cried out as he moved the thing and parted my bottom cheeks with it, pushing against the place where my finger had so naughtily traveled, where he had so dominantly put his thumb when inspecting me in my bedroom. My cry turned into a long moan of humiliation and helpless pleasure that seemed to fill the room as Marcus inserted the thing into my anus. It stretched me, filled me too full with a terrible mix of discomfort and pleasure.

“Stay there,” Marcus said. I felt him tying the leash to the back of the chair again, as if I might try to escape. A new wave of shame filled my face with heat.

I heard him move across the room, but I couldn’t see where he had gone. The plug in my bottom felt so thick. I felt myself starting to try to push it out. Then Marcus had come back, a sort of jingling sound accompanying his footsteps on the parquet floor. I whimpered as he pressed on the base of the awful thing, re-securing it.

Then I felt him start to put something around my waist. Startled, I began to rise, but Marcus put his left hand on my back and delivered a sharp spank with his right so that I cried out.

“Down,” he said, sharply and simply.

I obeyed. Briseis. Innocent. Obedient.

He buckled the belt around my waist—so much like the one I had worn at the mithraeum that I felt disoriented. I heard the unmistakable click of a little lock, securing the buckle. The urge to tell him, to reveal myself so that he would help me figure out how to complete my mission and his, rose in me. I pushed it down as I felt Marcus putting more straps on me, unfamiliar ones: three of them, that attached the horrid plug to the belt. Each of them had a little lock as well.

I swallowed hard, my eyes widening, as I understood.

“This harness will keep your plug in, Sophia,” Marcus told me. “You’ll wear it at all times, except when I take it out so you can use the bathroom. The locks are electronic. Only Monsieur or I can take the harness off. You’ll wear it until I decide your anus is ready for your master. As you can tell, Monsieur will be able to use your mouth and your cunt as he pleases, even if he wants to leave your plug in while he fucks you.”

To my dismay, the sensation of the plug inside me had re-intensified my arousal. As he stood me up again, I felt how the harness claimed me. The discomfort itself seemed to make me terribly needy despite the orgasm Marcus had just allowed me. I had to clench my fists at my side, suddenly, to help me resist the urge to touch myself, if only to soothe my arousal a little.

I heard Marcus’ phone ring in his pocket. He answered it, his voice calm and controlled.

“Monsieur?… Yes, right away. I just put her in a training harness to widen her asshole… Oh, definitely. She looks quite lovely. I’ll bring her to your study.”


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