by Lora Leigh
“You’ve never come?” He closed his eyes in defeat, fighting the suspicion, the knowledge that he might not have her virginity, but he would have her innocence all the same.
“Never.” Her cry was one of desperation. “And if you don’t finish this, Ian, so help me, I just might kill you.”
She was so close. Courtney could feel the building tension in her pussy, the tightening of her womb, the tingles of electric pleasure moving up her spine as Ian continued to stroke and torment that secret place inside her cunt that she had no hope of reaching herself.
She had read about it. But had never been able to find just the right spot, with just the right touch to induce the levels of sensation Ian was building within her.
Her nails clawed at the wall as she felt his fingertip caress the sensitive area, felt the desperate, raging hunger rising higher than it ever had before. Perspiration built between her breasts, along her brow. She could feel a million different sensations racing just beneath her flesh, fueling her pleasure as the blood raced through her veins.
She could feel Ian behind her, solid, muscular, the heat of his body searing into her back as his hand parted her thighs, his finger parted the muscles of her pussy.
“More, Ian.” She couldn’t contain the wild gasp that escaped her lips. “Please more.”
She moved against his hand, lifting herself on tiptoes before lowering again, creating the barest amount of friction against the clenching muscles gripping his finger as it invaded her cunt.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned at her ear, his voice dark, velvety rough. “Just let it feel good for now. Let it build, Courtney.”
She whimpered at the gentleness in his voice. It wasn’t his gentleness she needed.
Never that.
“Are you going to spank me now, Uncle Ian?” She could barely focus enough to speak. “I’ve been very naughty.”
He tightened behind her, his breathing growing heavier at her ear.
“Don’t tempt me, little girl,” he growled as the arm loosened around her stomach to allow his hand to move to the curve of one swollen breast.
Her nipple ached, it was so hard and tight.
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“Do I tempt you?” Her back arched as he cupped the supple weight of her breast, his fingers unerringly finding the thrusting tip.
“You tempt me,” he admitted roughly. “Too much.” His fingers tightened on her nipple, pulling at the tender tip as his finger moved slowly within her pussy. The tiny bit of friction had the blood racing through her system, her juices rushing from her cunt as she clenched on his finger, fighting for release.
Finally. After years of useless, hopeless masturbation, erotic dreams, and a hunger that had nearly drove her crazy. Finally, she was within sight of a measure of satisfaction. Nothing else mattered now. Only the climax, the release and Ian’s touch.
He chuckled in amusement, his voice low as he whispered, “Do you think it’s going to be that easy.”
Before she could stop him, before she could do more than cry out in longing, his finger moved from her inner core, his hand raising as he pulled her back against his chest and slid the syrup-laden finger over her lower lip.
She tasted herself as pleasure punched her womb, stealing her breath.
She licked at his retreating finger, her tongue swiping over her lip as he groaned, a low, hungry sound, at her ear.
“Now there’s a good girl,” he whispered in approval as he moved her back.
The world tilted around her. Her hands reached out as he turned her quickly, pulling her over his lap as he sat on the mattress of the bed and pushed her gown over her hips before lifting it free of her body.
His hand landed on her rear.
There was no warning. No asking permission. Just a blazing sudden heat that had her writhing across his legs.
“Stay still.” His hand landed again, causing her rear to flex in response.
Heat surged through her ass to her pussy. She could feel the dampness trickling to her thighs as she heard the bedside table open.
She bit her lip, knowing what he would find there. The tube of lubrication. The butt plug she had never found the opportunity or the courage to actually use. Why suffer more than she had already? If her fingers thrusting into her own pussy did nothing to relieve the horrible hunger, how would a plug up her ass bring her any more satisfaction?
“Ah, you are a naughty little girl, aren’t you, Courtney?” She felt him moving, heard the cap to the tube flip open.
“These come with such wondrous little inventions,” he crooned as one hand parted the cheeks of her rear. “Don’t you just love the little insertion tubes? This way, I just pierce your little ass with it…” She felt like screaming at the sensation of the cool penetration inside her rear. “And squeeze…”
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The lubrication filled her rectum, sizzling inside her as she conjured images of what was to come.
“This way, working that butt plug up your little ass is going to be so much more fun. No preparation, Courtney. No easing those tight muscles. This way, you deal with the pain as well as the pleasure as I work it inside you. And that’s nothing compared to what’s coming as it inflates.”
His hand landed on her ass again.
Courtney twisted in his grip, crying out at the incredible, mind-numbing sensations the spanking incited within her body.
She was depraved, she knew. She had accepted that long ago.
The feel of his hand landing on her ass, knowing it was Ian, imagining the look on his face, the narrow-eyed steely determination and fierce eroticism she had glimpsed there when he had performed these acts as she secretly watched.
Now he was touching her.
Spanking her.
The erotic slaps were destroying her senses as her bottom began to burn in tandem with the burning ache deep inside her cunt. With each little slap the electric heat whipped through her ass, to her pussy, to her clit. The swollen bud began to tingle, to ripple with sensation as she tightened, feeling the oddest pleasure, a deep building tension tightening it further…
“Not yet…” His hand lifted, the pressure easing as he gave the firm order.
“Damn you, Ian. This isn’t fair,” she cried out, attempting to rise from his lap, to push him to the bed and force him to ease the painful ache churning in her pussy.
“I said stay still.” His voice hardened, sending a shiver of trepidation down her spine as his hand landed again, a bit harder, definitely in warning, on her heated rear.
She stilled.
“Ian…” She felt the tip of the plug, the low vibrating caress from the tip as it was placed at the entrance to her ass.
“This toy was created for a reason, baby,” he assured her, his voice becoming sensual, crooning, erotic. She could almost orgasm to his voice alone. “It’s made to penetrate and insert easily…” He suited action to words.
The slender, tapered device began to penetrate the untried entrance, stretching the nerve-laden tissue with a burning bite more erotic than the light spanking she had received moments before.
He worked the plug easily inside her as she bucked in his hold, unable to stay still, the pleasure ripping through her with such destructive results that she was certain she must be dreaming of his touch rather than actually feeling it.
And she knew there was much more to come.
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The plug was unique, hard to find and bought because of its design. Tapered, slender, it was made to insert easily. A small pump then attached to the base of the plug to inflate it within the anus, to stretch it slowly.
“Damn, this is pretty.” His voice was raspy as she whimpered in excruciating pleasure. “Watching your pretty ass part for the plug, knowing your soft little cries are about to become screams of pleasure…”
The first cry escaped her lips as the length
slid fully inside her, the base anchoring tight at the entrance.
“You took it so easily,” he praised her heatedly. “You’re such a bad little girl, Courtney.”
His hand landed on her ass again in a light smack.
The vibrating caress inside her ass, the feel of his hand burning her flesh was nearly too much.
“Ian, sweet God, you’re killing me.” Her ass clenched around the buzzing little toy, feeling the harsh pleasure of the light spanking, the waves of sexual intensity and building hunger beginning to overwhelm her senses.
“Not yet…” He was breathing roughly, she could hear it in his voice as she felt him attaching the small pump to the slender air-line at the base of the plug.
She felt the slow increasing fullness inside her rectum, the stretching of virgin muscles, the fiery bite of pleasure blending pain that sent ever-increasing strikes of electric-laden sensation spearing through her nerve endings.
She could feel her juices flowing from her pussy, wetting the folds of her cunt further, slickening her thighs and making her clit pound with the need for relief. And still, the fullness increased. The fiery sensations built, blooming in her ass and spreading out as nerve endings began to transmit the pleasure-pain through the rest of her body.
“Easy, baby,” Ian crooned as Courtney realized she was twisting in his lap, attempting to lift her rear closer, to force him to complete the agonizingly slow adjustments of the width growing within her.
“Ian, I don’t think I can stand it…” she gasped, her voice strangled as tears filled her eyes. “Please, Ian. Let me come. I can’t bear it.” Her clit was tortured. The mass of nerve endings felt like an open wound, the intense ache went so deep. Her pussy wept in hunger, her womb clenching with spasmodic tremors as he pushed her to the very edge of her sanity, and refused to let her fly over the precipice.
“You’re perfect, Courtney, do you know that?” he whispered, his voice dark, deep as the plug swelled further. “Few women enjoy the inflatable plugs, or the constant burn it produces.”
And it did burn.
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She craved more, but the swelling stopped, leaving her suspended, filled, too close to the edge of bliss to bear the pain of it.
“But even more.” He lifted her, turning her until she tumbled to the bed, staring up at him in dazed desperation as he began to undress. “Even more is how tight it’s going to make your pussy. It’s going to take me all damned night just to work my cock inside you, you’ll be so fucking tight, baby. And then we’ll see how naughty you can really get.”
He shed his shirt from his shoulders as the words finally penetrated her brain. He had no idea just how naughty she could be.
Her hands moved then, cupping her breasts, her fingers pulling at her torturously tight nipples as his hands moved to the waistband of his slacks.
Moaning helplessly at the pleasure, she let her fingers trail down her stomach, her abdomen, finally allowing them to slide through the glaze of moisture that filled the narrow slit as he stripped the material from his legs.
His cock stood out from his body, angry, throbbing in need, the thick head glistening with moisture as she parted the lips of her pussy for him. Her legs bent, spreading for him as she lifted her hips to allow her fingers to pierce her cunt.
Ian’s hand fell to his cock, his fingers wrapping around it, stroking it as he watched her. The expression on his face was pure hunger. His eyes were wild, glittering in his flushed face as she pushed her fingers slowly inside the ultra-tight entrance.
She could feel the degree to which the plug had made the channel even tighter than before. She jerked at the feel of her own fingers penetrating her pussy, moaning at the incredible pleasure as they stroked over the sensitive tissue. With each penetration of her fingers, Ian’s eyes darkened, his gaze intensifying, becoming wilder as she fucked herself closer to orgasm than she had ever gone before.
“Enough.” He knelt on the bed, his fingers catching her wrist as she felt the fire blooming in the pit of her stomach.
She was so close.
Too close to be stopped.
But he was as well. She could see it, sense it. His expression was tight with lust, a fire raging in his gaze that burned her, exhilarated her. She could feel the heat burning in him, raging. A heat she had never seen in his face when she spied upon him at her father’s estate. He had always been calm. Cool. In control. He had directed the sexual situations, reveled in that, but controlled them. She had never seen him burn as he was burning now.
That control was quickly disintegrating.
“No, Ian, damn you. I’m too close…” She jerked against his hold, fighting to return her fingers to the aching, desperate flesh of her pussy.
“Yes, you are,” he whispered, coming over her, catching her wrists in his hands and anchoring them over her head as she struggled against him. “You’re so close, Courtney, 59
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She shuddered at the roughness of his voice, fighting to breathe, to maintain a semblance of sanity as she felt his legs part hers further as he came over her. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he transferred her wrists to one hand, the other lowering to her hip.
“Is this what you want, Courtney?” His lips touched hers, his eyes stared into hers.
The intense blue of his gaze was nearly a shock this close up. They were brilliant, blazing with lust, with the struggle to maintain his control.
The head of his cock parted the soaked folds of her cunt, lodging at the entrance to her weeping pussy. Breathing in deeply, Courtney struggled against the pleasure that demanded her submission, demanded she give in to him, that she no longer tease, no longer tempt. But she knew Ian. And she knew this first battle in the war they were waging against each other, could well decide the future she was fighting so hard for.
“I want you,” she whispered. “All of you, Ian.” Her tongue licked over his lips, as her hips lifted closer, feeling the head of his cock begin to stretch her.
“All of me?” He smiled, the curve of his lips tight with the effort to maintain his control. “Let’s see how much you can take, baby. Then we’ll see if you want it all.” His hips flexed.
The buzzing in her anus was driving her crazy, but the slow, rhythmic press and retreat of his cock into the entrance of her pussy began to replace the burning pleasure in her ass.
She cried out his name, gasping, nearly incoherent with the sensations as she felt him slowly making his way inside her. The anal plug filled her, Ian overfilled her.
Retreat and thrust, retreat and thrust, stretching her as her cries turned to screams, her pleas to wordless, incoherent gasps as the pleasure and pain combined. Teasing.
Taunting. Each stroke went deeper inside her, fueling the already flaming pulses of hunger erupting inside her.
She could feel every inch of his heavily veined cock invading her pussy as her fists curled, her wrists still locked in his as a heavy sheen of sweat covered his face, his chest.
His breath was sawing in and out of his chest, the fight for control apparent in the baring of his teeth.
“You feel so good, Ian,” she whispered against his lips, her fingers curling against his hold in her need to touch him. “So hot and hard. Like heated steel.” She lifted against him, a moan rippling from her chest at the caress of his cock, barely penetrating her. “Take me, Ian. Take all of me.”
His eyes narrowed. They blazed.
“When I watched you,” she panted in excitement. “With my maids. I would watch you take them, so slow, so easy, as they screamed beneath you. And I heard you…” She 60
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He jerked against her. Fury flared in his eyes, his muscles tightening with
his anger, his lust, as he stared back at her. His hips flexed, his cock forcing inside her with a hard, sharp thrust, burying him in another scant inch before his control reasserted itself.
Barely.
She smiled slowly.
“I dare you to fuck me,” she taunted him then, gasping at the sensations tearing through her.
“I swear to God, I’m going to gag you.” He retreated, pushed back, but the tension was growing. The threads of his control unraveling.
She licked her lips, tightened the muscles of her vagina and moaned in nearing rapture.
“Gag me,” she cried hoarsely. “Let me scream, Ian. I need to scream for you. God, please, I’m fucking dying for you.”
Her head thrashed as he retreated again before moving back, forcing more of the straining width of his erection inside her. His expression was tight, savage, his breathing harsh as perspiration dripped from his brow and a savage grimace tightened his lips.
“More…” She could barely form the words. “So close…Ian… Please. Let me come.
Let me finally come…”
“No, damn you…” His voice was rife with tortured hunger.
“Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard. Make me scream for you… Just for you…” His head lowered to her neck, a curse ripping from his throat as he suddenly surged inside her. Hard. Deep. Filling every portion of her pussy as the control he prided himself so deeply on, broke.
Nothing could have prepared Courtney for what was to come.
His hips began to move with a powerful flex of his muscles as he began to fuck her, shafting inside the tender channel with strokes that parted, stretched and burned the delicate tissue of her cunt.
His hold on her was tight, his hand gripping her hip, the other leaving her wrists to burrow in her hair, pulling at it, kneading her scalp with exciting tingles of sensation as she felt his cock thrusting strong and deep, rasping the delicate tissue already tormented by the vibration of the plug in her ass.
The dual sensations were hedonistic. The most sensual experience she could have imagined.
