My eyes lifted from his cock, to see him watching my hand as it worked my clit. I fought the urge to pull my hand away and close my legs. My gaze landed on the vibrator in one hand and tube of lube in the other. My hand stilled its teasing and my body tensed. “What are those for?”
He didn’t answer, but gave me a wicked smile as he placed the items on the bed next to me. He crawled onto the bed, settling between my legs, and captured my left nipple in his mouth. He nipped just hard enough to cause me to yelp and then moan as a surge of pleasure flowed down my spine.
“I think you know what they’re for,” he murmured, kissing his way to the other breast.
I suspected I knew and it both thrilled and scared me.
Chapter 26
Emily
His tongue swirled around the nipple until it turned into a rock hard nub, then he sucked it into his mouth, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I wanted to grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his back and pulling him down to me, but refrained, opting to fist the blanket under me instead.
“Tanner. Ohhh,” I moaned as his lips released my nipple and he paused, glancing up and into my eyes. His hand slid down between us and palmed my mound. I instinctively bucked against his hand. “Please, Master.”
“I do love how you beg me.” He brushed his lips along my jawbone as he slipped a couple of fingers into me. “I’m going to make you come harder then you’ve ever come before, my beautiful slave.”
I trembled under him. Hearing him refer to me as slave with raw hunger turned me on worse than the most sweet of phrases. Slave was no longer my place with him, but simply a temporary role, part of this fantasy scenario. Reaching up, I caressed the side of his face, which had several days growth on it. It was just at the point where it gave him a sexy, dangerous edge, although he hardly needed a beard to give off a dangerous vibe.
Tanner removed his fingers from me and ran his finger, coated with my juices, along my lower lip. I moaned and sucked his finger into my mouth, relishing the expression on his face as his eyes watched my lips. My pussy felt barren and my need level was increasing to the point where I was going nearly insane.
“You’re so damned sexy, baby. You have no fucking idea.” Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach. Tanner positioned himself over me, his lips kissing the back of my neck and slowly kissing their way lower as his hands began caressing my ass.
I jerked away from him as his lips reached my lower back and his hands parted my ass cheeks. “Tanner. Master. I…”
“You’re going to be a good girl and do as told,” he said, the lust thick in his voice as he pressed his thumb to my back entrance. “And when I fuck your ass, you’re going to be screaming for me, louder then you’ve ever screamed before.” We’d been slowly progressing with the sizes of anal plugs over the past couple of weeks, but none were the size of his cock and I couldn’t help the apprehension I felt.
“I don’t think I’m ready…”
He stroked the length of my slit, taking a moment to tease my clit until I cried out, my body demanding more. “You’re ready.”
I heard the faint sound of the lube bottle being opened and then the coolness of the liquid as it slid between my ass cheeks. He took care to focus on lubing up my back entrance, testing and teasing. His thumb pressed into my ass and I groaned as the now familiar need rocketed through me and I pressed back against his thumb, plunging it deeper.
When he removed his thumb, I whimpered, my hands fisting the blanket under me. The need flowing through me was so intense, I silently begged him to put me out of my misery, my apprehension over him fucking my ass slowly fading away. The vibrator began to hum and he pressed it to the entrance of my core. Crying out, I welcomed the toy, pressing back into it, until the vibrator was fully entrenched in my pussy, sending tremor upon tremor of pleasure through me.
“Beg me for me, cock-slave.” Tanner took his time, fucking me with the toy until I couldn’t take any more.
“Yes. Tanner, please.” I rocked against the toy, needing to come. I was so close it was becoming agony.
“Tell me, say what you want.” He thrust him thumb into my ass and I screamed.
“My ass, fuck my ass. God, Tanner, please!”
He groaned, his thumb pulling from my ass to be replaced by his cock. Despite the pleasure I was feeling, it felt like every muscle in my body tensed as he gently pressed the head of his cock against the tight rim of muscle in my ass. “Relax. Just relax, baby.”
Releasing my death-grip on the blanket, I forced myself to relax. I concentrated on the feel of the vibrator in my pussy. The sweet vibrations. I focused. But then he pressed into my ass further, breaching my back entrance, and hot pain radiated through me.
“Hold on.” His hand slipped between my legs and began working my clit. As soon as he rolled my clit between his fingertips I lost my mind as the pleasure became too much. I screamed out, bucking back against him, my entire body trembling as I came. As I bucked back, he thrust forward, slamming his cock into my ass. I barely noticed the pain in my ass as I indulged in the pleasure.
“Yes, oh yes. Tanner. Ohhh.”
“Oh fuck, baby. Your ass is incredible.” He groaned, loud and feral. It wasn’t until his hand left my clit and I began to recover from my orgasm that my mind began to refocus. I was so full; between the feeling of the vibrator in my pussy and him thrusting into my back entrance, I felt like I was going to tear apart, but at the same time, I was in the express lane for a second orgasm.
I couldn’t move; I could barely breathe. The need and the desire were too intense. All I could do was cling to the blanket and enjoy the ride.
Tanner
I don’t think I’d ever felt anything so damned good. Breaching Emily for the first time had been amazing, but this. Oh sweet fuck! This was pleasure beyond imagining. Her ass was so damned tight and the vibrating toy in her pussy felt like heaven against my thrusting cock. And admittedly, there’s simply something about claiming a woman’s ass, the taboo nature of the act, that in itself…was mind-blowing.
And Emily, my sweet, innocent church girl, the girl who wouldn’t even say the word pussy when I’d first taken her, was thrashing and moaning under me, begging me for more – harder, faster, deeper.
More, more, more.
Harder, deeper, faster. Holy fuck! I let my head fall back and I groaned, the sound so feral I could hardly believe it came from me.
Dammit, I was barrelling towards an orgasm way too soon. When Emily hit her second orgasm I nearly lost it. I had to slow to a near stop, my fingers digging into her hips as I forced myself to calm down. I’d only been thrusting for five minutes and my back was beginning to pain me; I knew some of the stitches had ripped because I could feel the warm blood on my back.
Fuck my back. It was the last thing I had any intention of dealing with right then.
The pleasure and the screaming, crying, begging woman under me was my sole focus. Emily drove me wild. I had an insatiable appetite for sex to begin with, but with her it was like waving cocaine in front of a drug addict.
“Tanner!” She clawed at the blankets under her as she rocked against me.
Opening my eyes, I stared down at my cock as I began to pound into her again, punishing her ass. With each thrust my balls would slap against the plastic head of the vibrator, making a soft, smack, smack, smack sound. And each moan from her fuelled my desire.
“I don’t… Too much. Oh God!”
She was coming close again; I could see it in the way her body began to tremble under me. “Wait for me,” I commanded. The only thing better then coming into her ass was to come in her ass while she screamed out her third orgasm.
“I… I...”
“You can.” My thrusts quickened as I grew closer and she met my pace, rocking back against me, our bodies working as one. My balls and the muscles in my stomach began to tighten as I got closer. The anticipation was becoming too much. So close. My entire b
ody began to vibrate as I held back. One second, two.
“I can’t!” she cried out as her body convulsed and she screamed.
And then I was there, slamming into her a final time. I groaned as I shot my load into her, the relief and pleasure so intense I felt light-headed. Spurt after spurt of my seed filled her and with each spurt the relief washed over me and I collapsed, catching my weight with a hand on either side of her head a second before falling onto her. “Oh baby, Emily. Fuck, baby,” I murmured, nipping at her shoulder.
After catching my breath, I gently pulled out of her ass and then removed the vibrator, placing it onto the bedside table. With a sigh, I flopped onto my back next to her. Just as my back landed on the bed, a surge of pain raced up my back so intense that it left me breathless. Holy fuck, the whipping hadn’t felt as painful as lying on my back right now.
Quickly, I rolled over onto my stomach and caught my breath.
“Ohmygod!” Emily gasped, sitting upright on the bed, and her dark eyes grew wide as she stared at my back.
I winced as I attempted to adjust myself so I was getting a better view of her. “What’s wrong?” As if I didn’t know. With the adrenaline draining from me, I could feel the warm dampness of the blood against my back. I’m sure the bandages looked like something out of a horror movie.
“Your back.”
“I think I pulled a few stitches.”
She looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “A few? The whole thing, I bet.” She jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. A moment later she returned with the first aid kit. Damn, we seemed to use that a lot.
“I’m sure it looks worse than it is.”
“Uh-huh.” Setting the kit on the bed, she flipped it open, and once she had the supplies she needed out, she began to remove the bandages. “We really should have taken you to the hospital.”
I laughed and then groaned as even laughter hurt right now. “I think we’d have a hard time explaining why my back looks like it’s been through a cheese grater.”
“I’m so sorry.” Her eyes filled with tears.
Reaching out to her, I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t be. I’m not a good person Emily. I don’t deserve your sympathy.”
She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue from the kit. “I have to re-do this.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you stop?” She peeled the remainder of the bandages from my back and gasped.
“That bad?”
“Uh-huh. But I can fix it.”
“Thank you. Can you give me some pain killers?”
“The little blue ones?” she asked, picking up the unlabelled baggie. She gave me a dubious look.
She didn’t like the way they made me groggy. Hell, I didn’t like it either, but at least groggy I wouldn’t do stupid shit like tear all of my stitches. “Yeah.”
She opened the baggie and passed me a couple of pills then went for water. I hated that I’d be out of commission for a couple more days because of this. I had so much to do. I had no idea what was going on with her father. I needed to know so I could keep her safe. Unfortunately, I sure as hell couldn’t go after him in this condition; he’d kick my ass in a New York minute. As sobering as it was to admit it, it was true.
Chapter 27
Tanner
“I’d really like to go with you.” Emily gave me a disappointed look.
I frowned. “You know you can’t. I’m really sorry.” And I meant it. Having her company while I ran errands would certainly make the tasks more enjoyable. “If someone recognized you there would be trouble.” Reaching out, I ran my thumb along her lower lip. “I’ll figure out a way for you. Okay?” Once your father is dead and six feet under, that is, I silently added. I supposed that not telling her what I knew about her father would technically be lying, and up until that point I’d been very diligent with keeping things open and honest, but there are some things you just can’t tell someone. This was one of them. I was leaning towards calling in a favour with Flynn and having it done for me; she didn’t need to know the ugly truth about dear old Dad. I’d let her spend her life thinking he was the man she’d grown up believing his was.
She nodded, but then frowned. “Is everything okay?”
“Of course.” I cocked my head to the side, eyeing her with scrutiny, “Why do you ask?”
“Seems like you have something on your mind.”
“No.” Giving my head a shake, I leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Turning, I exited the house and made my way to my Mustang sitting in the driveway, pulling the car keys from the pocket of my leather jacket. I didn’t bother making her wear the collar or locking her up. She’d stay. I was as confident in that assumption as I was my next breath; she’d had plenty of opportunities to leave and never had.
There was something about the way things had progressed between us since the day she’d whipped me, quite literally, nearly to death that I loved. I won’t lie, there was still that gnawing need at the back of my mind that wanted me to grab her around the neck and squeeze as she clawed at my hand, but it was manageable. Of course, unbeknownst to her, that dark part of me was plotting her father’s murder, which certainly helped keep the beast at bay.
But the bottom line was…it was manageable. She was pleasing me in a way that I hadn’t even considered I’d want to be pleased, with her unconditional love and affection. She hadn’t said the words, but I saw it in the way she looked at me. And that look that she gave me, that look of love and affection, was becoming more powerful than her tears or screams.
She was changing me and I was okay with that.
Was I on the road to being able to love her back? I didn’t have an answer for that question. What I did know was that I couldn’t be without her and would do whatever I could to make her happy and keep her at my side – aside from letting her go.
Turning on the car, I made my way to the iron gates blocking anyone from coming or going without being buzzed in. Punching in the code at the keypad, I waited as the gates creaked open and I drove through. The drive into Portland was close to a half hour; I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d told her that the house was out in the middle of nowhere. Just as I was approaching the grocery store I always frequented, it occurred to me that I’d forgotten the damned list Emily had given me of things she wanted and needed. Sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store, I debated whether I should go back or not. With a sigh, I put the car back into gear and headed back home. Emily had spent close to a week nursing me back to health and she’d never asked for a thing. She damned well deserved whatever it was on that list.
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Emily
I’d made my way into the bedroom to take a shower and get ready for Tanner’s return. Tanner had bought me several dresses and I figured that he’d be pleasantly surprised to see I’d gone to the effort to dress up for him. I hadn’t mentioned my desire to him yet, but I’d like to go buy some new clothes, something I rarely ever got even before he’d taken me; even if it was to go online and pick some things out.
Unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing, I was pulling it off when I heard a soft crinkling sound. Reaching into the front pocket of the shirt, I produced the list of the items I wanted him to pick up for me. My heart sank. I didn’t need the things on the list, it was mostly some books and feminine products, including a perfume I’d always wanted, but Father wouldn’t allow me to use perfume. But having them would have been nice.
I was crumpling the list up in my fist when the doorbell rang. I was actually startled upon hearing the doorbell. It never rang; this was actually the first time aside from the day of the auction that I’d heard it.
Hmmm. I hesitated. Should I answer it? Maybe it was Tanner and his key wouldn’t work or something. With a shrug, I quickly buttoned the shirt back up as I made my way to the front door and without bothering to look through the window flung the door open and gasped.
“Father.” I couldn’t beli
eve my eyes. Surely I was dreaming.
“Emily.”
“Oh my, Father.” I threw myself into his arms. He hugged me, but as usual it wasn’t a tight fatherly hug like most girls got from their dads, but more of a formal embrace before he stepped away.
“I see you’re not injured.” Releasing me, he took a step back and his eyes scanned me, his face contorting into a look of disgust. “And WHAT are you wearing?”
I looked down at myself, a flush colouring my cheeks. This certainly wasn’t the outfit of a decent Christian girl. I was only wearing Tanner’s button-down shirt, which was way too big for me. Nothing else, not even panties. I’d gotten so used to it just being me and Tanner that my attire hadn’t even registered to me when I’d answered the door. A rush of shame washed over me and I took a step back. “I. Father. I can explain.”
“We’re been worried sick and for what? So you can whore yourself to some disgusting flesh-peddler!” His look of disgust contorted into rage.
“I…Father. You don’t understand…” Why was he acting like this? Shouldn’t he be happy to see me? He advanced on me and I took a step back. I don’t know why I stepped back; this was my father. But something wasn’t right about his demeanor. I’d seen him at his angriest, but he’d never looked like this. His expression of cold rage. He was looking at me as if I disgusted him.
“You’ve given him your virtue.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me roughly to him. “You’ve spread your legs and are now impure.” With his free hand he grabbed my chin, staring down into my eyes. “Haven’t you?”
Tears sprang to my eyes and began to stream down my cheeks as I choked on a sob. I didn’t understand. “Daddy, what’s going on? It wasn’t my fault. He forced me.”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!” he bellowed, releasing my chin and slapping me open-palmed.
I wasn’t sure what stung worse – the left side of my face or my heart. Why wouldn’t he give me a moment to explain? Why wouldn’t he…
His words broke through my thoughts. “You’re not chained. Not bound. You spread your legs and spoiled yourself while your family worried. You’ve shamed me and your family. Don’t dare lie to me, girl.”
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