by Zoe Blake
“Continue,” Drake said, stilling his finger until he felt her tongue give him another lick. “That’s very nice. You’re learning that there is no part of a body that isn’t capable of receiving pleasure.”
She didn’t bother to speak, her tongue busy licking, tasting, pleasuring as he began to slide his finger in and out of her ass. She continued to obey, rimming his anus with her tongue, pressing against the puckered opening, feeling her pussy pulse at the naughtiness of the act. It wasn’t until he ordered her to return to his cock that she gave a final, long circle of her tongue around the wrinkled skin before pressing her lips against the opening, giving it a kiss before moving back, effectively driving his finger deeper up her ass as she repositioned herself to give his testicles another suckle. He chuckled when she hesitated to change positions yet again.
“Go ahead. I want you to impale yourself on my fingers as you suck my cock.” She waited until she felt his finger withdraw only to be joined by another to press back into her ass.
Shuddering slightly, she obeyed, moaning again as she sat back, his fingers sinking deep within her. Lowering her head again, she opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside. She used her tongue to spread his pre-cum over the tip of his cock, then suckled just the mushroom shaped tip as one hand continued to stroke up and down, the other moving to cradle his slick balls in her palm, rolling them gently. It wasn’t long before he gave his next order.
“It’s time for you to ride, Red.”
Giving a last, long lick along the bulging vein of his shaft, she released him and slowly lifted herself, blushing hotly when she realized that he was going to make her unseat his fingers. Bracing her palms on his thighs, she gave her bottom a little jerk, squealing a bit when his fingers popped from her ass. She took a moment to gather herself before turning her head over her shoulder to look at him, noting the look of amused satisfaction on his face.
“Shall I ride facing you or away, Master?”
“Facing me. I’ve yet to give your tits the attention they deserve for being so very brave while in their clamps.”
Adjusting herself required lifting her leg and turning. She saw the evidence of her arousal glistening on his chest where she’d been squirming as he played with her bottom. It did nothing but cause her pussy to spasm as if demanding she fill it immediately. Lifting herself, one hand braced on his chest, she guided his cock to her entrance.
“Slowly. I want to watch every inch of my cock disappear into your cunt.”
Flushing at the crude word that never failed to make her feel a bit dirty and very much desired, she nodded and began to lower herself. God, was there any better sensation on this Earth other than being impaled on his cock? She moaned as his size stretched her, pausing to adjust to his girth. His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them gently for several minutes, causing her body to produce yet more lubricant, enabling her to settle another inch… then another. Her pussy felt impossibly full and when she finally settled, her hot ass on his groin, she could feel him touching her cervix. It was slightly painful and yet it only increased her pleasure.
“Ride,” he said softly and she began to move. Feeling a pressure on her nipples, she blushed. He was using them like a cowboy would a pair of reins, tugging them up and then down, twisting them to the right and left, using her own body to communicate his desire to have her rotate her hips as she fucked herself on his cock. When he pulled them out towards his chest, she groaned and bent forward, adding a new step to the dance. Continuing to follow his lead, it wasn’t long before she was begging to be allowed to come.
“Master, please… may I come?”
“Ah, so my girl does know how to ask before taking her pleasure?”
Her cheeks flushed and she gave a soft smile. “Yes, sir, and believe me, I wish I’d remembered how generous my Master is about my needs.”
Drake laughed, “For your sake, I hope that is true. For mine, just know that I won’t hesitate to repeat the lesson whenever it is needed.” Not yet giving her the permission she’d sought, Regina continued to post on his cock but secretly prayed he didn’t intend on making her wait for permission. Whimpering a bit had him smiling. “Good girl. Yes, you may cum. Cum very hard for your Master. Cum now!” With that, he compressed her nipples between his fingers just as tightly as the clamps had earlier. She screamed, the pain tipping her over the edge. Her body convulsed, her cunt spasming around his length, contracting again and again as she exploded. Before the last spasm ended, he lifted her off and placed her next to him. “Hands and knees!” he ordered, giving her bottom a smack as he moved to kneel behind her. “Get those legs spread and that red ass up!”
Still dazed from her climax, Regina obeyed, his hand between her shoulder blades pushing her tender nipples to the mattress, her hot cheek pressed to the cool sheet. She whimpered when, with his fingers spreading her sore bottom cheeks apart, she realized his intention.
“My turn to ride,” he said, cutting off any request she might be considering. “I’ve wanted your ass for a very long time. Tonight, it is mine.”
She tensed as she felt his cockhead pressing against her anus but, remembering her promise, made no further protests. He was her Master… every inch of her body belonged to him.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl, push back. Open your asshole and let me in.”
Again, she obeyed, grateful for the enema and the butt plug, both serving to loosen her tight muscles though she still cried out when he breeched her first ring and reared her head back as he continued through the inner ring, forcing it to stretch wider than ever before. “Master!” she wailed as he gave a hard thrust, breaking through to sink deeply into her ass. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as he didn’t stop thrusting until she could feel his balls slapping against her pussy. He was true to his word… it… this was his time. He fucked her hard. He fucked her fast. He fucked her where no man had ever fucked her before. She sank into the euphoria of feeling completely owned… completely without control… completely filled and completely, unequivocally loved.
As he pounded into her, his fingers gripped her buttocks, his palm lifting to slap against her flesh, each stroke of his fingers, palm and cock driving her to a pinnacle she’d never reached before. Regina writhed beneath him, her nipples raking across the sheets, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “Harder… oh, God, yes, Master… harder!” She didn’t understand the need but felt it building inside her, threatening to consume her soul. His hand moved between her legs, finding her clit, pinching it hard before driving three fingers into her cunt.
“I’m cumming!” she shouted, unable to ask permission as it was far too late. Her body convulsed as liquid gushed from her core. She screamed again and again, the sensation too intense, too much, not abating as he fucked her ass. His roar rang in her ears as he drove balls deep, his cock jerking within her, filling her bowels again and again with his seed. For the first time in her life, Regina saw stars dancing beneath her eyelids, her body no longer her own, but his as it continued to convulse, tightening around his cock, her clit pulsing at he moved to pinch it again and again and yet she continued to come.
“Mas… Master,” she stuttered, “Oh… Master…” screaming as she splintered apart beneath his hands.
The next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes to find herself cradled on his lap. Drake was sitting against the headboard, his hand stroking down her back as he held her close.
“Welcome back,” he said, grinning as he bent to give her a kiss.
“What… what happened?”
“You, my dear, experienced la petite mort… the little death.”
Regina blushed, her body trembling at her last memory before awakening. “That was incredible, sir. I… I never knew.”
“You were magnificent,” Drake said. “You’ve got the most amazing, responsive body, Regina. Feeling your ass around my cock, it is the softest velvet and yet became a vise when you squirted.”
“Is… is that wha
t happened? I thought I wet the bed.”
Drake’s bark of laughter caused her to smile. “No, you didn’t potty. You trusted me to keep you safe, to be free from the embarrassment of what you used to consider dirty and taboo in order to finally let yourself go. To just feel and experience intense sensations.” He tilted her head back in order to look into her eyes. “And then, you fainted dead away.”
“I’m sorry…”
“No, don’t be sorry. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait to see it again.”
She snuggled into him, accepting the truth of his words. Yes, she had not only given him her body to use as he desired, she’d finally given him every measure of her trust and that had set her free. Giggling, she looked up at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking. When Mr. Grimm told me to follow the ribbons, I teased him about there not being breadcrumbs. I knew I was supposed to be playing the part of Little Red Riding Hood but when I reached the cabin, all I could imagine was that the walls were made of gingerbread, and rock candy.”
“Are you saying the next time you want to be Gretel?”
“Oh, no, Master. I can’t imagine you as anything other than my big, bad, wonderful Wolffe.”
His cocked eyebrow and his grin had her pussy contracting. “Well, since I’ve already roasted you quite thoroughly, I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”
“What’s that?” She squealed when he tossed her off his lap and then crouched over her, using his hands to pull her legs over his broad shoulders, his fingers gripping her red buttocks, lifting her pussy towards his mouth. Just before he lowered his head, he waggled his eyebrows and growled, smacking his lips.
“Why, eat you of course.”
The End
About the Author
Maggie Ryan
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Goldi in Chains
A Goldilocks Story
Maren Smith
Goldi in Chains Warning:
Three vengeful shifters... one thieving burglar caught red-handed... Beware! The following story contains serious caning, bondage, and all the anal and sexual punishment that ought to occur when someone is reckless enough to get caught in a were-bear's dungeon. When too big meets too hot, it's always just right.
Maren Smith
Chapter One
She was an independent career woman with a penchant for the seamy underside of life. But then, she was Goldi, and she didn’t mind that. She had always walked her own path.
Lockpicks in hand, Goldi moved through the cool forest shadows. The assorted pick sizes jingled as she twirled the ring of them around her finger—flip, catch… flip, catch—and beneath her feet, crisp pine needles and brush twigs crunched softly as she slipped through the trees.
It was a remote house, the directions certainly were right about that. Not a mansion by any means, but far from a hovel and hidden well back amongst the old forest cedars that blended damn near seamlessly with the mossy roof shingles. Shadows cast by overhanging branches seemed to draw one hazy grey curtain over the river-rock walls, while the overgrown trellises of hollyhock and ivy drew another in green. From this distance, what bits of the house she could make out clearly looked more like the face of the mountainous cliffs just beyond it, or perhaps the jumble of some past landslide already grown over with vegetation. If it weren’t for the glint of daylight that periodically reflected off a second floor window as she circled the property, she might have walked right past the place without even noticing.
And that would have been a pity, because her caller had promised to pay two grand for this job. Divorce—such a nasty business. Especially when one soon-to-be ex decided to be a dick about how much she really did make and yet was stupid enough to keep records. Not that Goldi was any kind of tender-hearted Robin Hood or Scarlet Pimpernel. Oh no. When she robbed someone, it was all about the money and she certainly didn’t give it away once she got it. However, every now and then, it did give her warm, fuzzy feelings to know her impending thievery was about to shaft someone who really, genuinely deserved it. Be they male or female, exes, in her opinion, always deserved it. If they didn’t, they’d still be married.
Dressed all in form-fitting black, Goldi circled the house. First from a distance, then cautiously moving in closer, she stayed in the shadows where she’d be harder to spot until she felt confident no one was at home. No thin wisps of smoke snaked from the chimney nor were there lights on inside, not from any of the many windows and most had the curtains wide open. In this day and age, that practically begged for someone to break in. Goldi was too damn good at her job to refuse.
She made one last circle, this time with all of her attention fixed on each avenue of entry. The front door faced a small clearing; she wasn’t quite comfortable with the idea of boldly going in through the front. There was a side cellar-style door, half hidden behind a chopping block and enough neatly stacked cords of wood to keep a small village warm for at least six months, but it had a padlock on it. The lower floor windows were all high enough that she’d need something to stand on in order to reach them, but if worse came to worst, she supposed she could climb one of those wood stacks. She’d hold
that in reserve for Plan B, since the house did have a back door. Nice and secluded, tucked behind a small porch and two ivy-covered trellises. A simple door latch. No deadbolt. One look at that and she was decided; she was totally a backdoor kind of girl.
Somewhere in the forest, a twig snapped. Goldi froze, but a quick scan of the trees behind her revealed no hint of danger, especially not the two-legged, just-returning-home kind. Still, she hesitated, waiting and listening, her eye following the dip of each breeze-bending fern and the rustle of the brush. Maybe it was coincidence, or maybe it was the source of the noise she was looking for, but less than ten feet from where she had pressed herself to the trunk of a large evergreen, a pinecone suddenly dropped. Tic-toc-tac—it bounced off the thick branches high over her head and all the way down to the ground. This was a forest, she told herself, her wary eyes searching for signs of what had dropped it. Forests had animals. Squirrels and birds and all that shit.
Keep it together, Goldi, she told herself. When she got her phone call later today, she was not about to report she couldn’t do the job because she’d let herself get spooked by a bunch of rodents chucking nuts at each other. She forced her attention back to the job.
The house remained still, with no signs of occupation behind any of those open windows. Slipping through the undergrowth, she approached the back door and climbed the steps. The ivy trellises hid her well, although that honestly didn’t matter. The house was so remote, she could have done a striptease in the open yard without anyone ever knowing.
Tic-toc-tac! She jumped when another pinecone fell out of the trees, landing within feet of her. She looked up, seeing nothing but tree branches.
