by Linnea May
Before I can ask what he means by that, he holds up a black lanceolate-shaped toy, with a tiny button at the lower end. Even innocent little me knows this is a butt plug.
“Lick it,” he orders, moving the tip of the toy up to my mouth.
I hesitate, casting him a questioning look.
“Don’t worry, doll, it’s brand new and clean,” he assures me. “It’s all yours.”
That's not exactly what I'm worried about, but I nod nonetheless, leaning forward to take the plug between my lips and lick it with my tongue. He just holds it still, barely moving it back and forth, while my tongue circles around the tip of it, trying to get it as wet as I can.
"Good girl," he praises, slowly removing the plug from my mouth and out of my reach.
My eyes instinctively follow his motion as he lowers it down to my exposed core. He places the tip on my exposed center, and then he begins drawing circles around my sensitive nub. A sigh escapes my lips and I find myself shifting on my sore behind in an effort to get my hips closer to his touch.
"My impatient little doll," he comments. "Eyes on me, little girl, or I'll cease to be gentle with you."
I pull myself away from watching his movements, forcing my eyes to meet his blue ones, now dark with lust. He's smiling at me, looking so dashingly handsome that I feel another rush of shame spreading through my chest.
"Very good girl," he whispers. His voice is hoarse and laced with desire. I can’t see whatever it is that this man sees in me, but I feel flattered to be the current center of his attention.
"I wouldn't want to miss seeing the expressions on your face," he adds. "When I do this."
Before I get a chance to ask what "this" could be, he pushes the button on the end of the plug in his hands, causing it to vibrate against my hot entrance.
I gasp out in surprise, my eyes widening as I force myself to hold his gaze. He hums with approval, increasing the pressure against my clit with the vibrating plug.
"Beautiful," he assesses. I’m panting desperately as the vibrations play havoc with my body. They stir through my entire upper body, sending jolts of pleasure racing through my system as he continues torturing my throbbing nerve endings.
"You're not allowed to come, doll," he says, only fueling my bliss by demanding this constraint.
I moan in reply, shifting to try to ease the pressure being inflicted on my tender bundle of nerves without escaping the sheer ecstasy it‘s bringing me altogether. There's no way for me to escape, as I'm tied in place and at his complete mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me right now and there's nothing I can do about it, except to take it.
My gaze pierces his, accompanied by the desperate heaving and squirming of my needy body. The toy's vibrations are surprisingly strong and invading my body with a lot more force than any toy I've ever used. I know I could come any moment, if I let myself.
But I won't. I can do this. I'm determined not to let him down again.
To my relief, he withdraws the plug after pressing it against my nub with extra force one final time. I groan needily when he moves the plug further down, sliding it along my slickened slit and wetting the tip of it with my juices before he continues on his journey.
I let out a helpless moan, begging for more, when he teases me in a place no one has ever touched before. His eyes are glued onto mine as he begins to apply gentle pressure on my tight puckered hole, drawing intrusive circles around my anus, all the while observing my reaction.
"You can do this, can't you, little doll?" he asks, narrowing his eyes in a foreboding manner.
I nod, biting my lower lip to suppress another moan. "Yes, master."
I recoil when he moves his other hand toward my center, taking my swollen nub between two fingers and pinching it so harshly that the sensation is almost too much for me to bear. The shriek that escapes my lips is underlined with agony and pleasure in equal measure.
"No, please, I'm gonna c –"
"No, you're not," he warns, softening the pinch on my clit, gently rubbing it between his fingers instead.
I pant in ecstasy, desperate to come, and so, so, close.
But I won't. I can do this.
Just when I feel as if I've lost this round as well, I can feel the pressure against my hole increasing. He's slowly pushing the plug forward, stretching me relentlessly. The pain isn't too much to handle, but it serves to act as a hot spice to my mounting arousal.
"Don't you dare come," he warns me again, noticing my increased agitation.
He underlines his words with one last push, forcing an undisciplined shriek out of me after the plug breeches the tight ring of muscles. The vibrations stir me in places I've never felt before, obscuring my mind as I melt into the flurry that takes a hold of my insides.
I've never been so aroused for such a prolonged amount of time, and I don't think I've ever been this desperate to come. I’m not a stranger to orgasms, but I merely got myself off for quick relaxation or to get my mind off of things. I've never been toyed with like this, and I've never been looked at like this.
Ryan, my master, is getting up on his feet. His eyes never leave me when he strokes one hand across his crotch. He's hard again, displaying an enormous bulge that confirms his desire for me.
"Look how beautiful you are," he says hoarsely, nodding toward his shielded erection. "Look what you're doing to me."
I manage nothing but a hearty groan in response. The tremors of the toy have shifted and are no longer torturing me at my most sensitive spot, but my excitement is still growing stronger nonetheless.
He enjoys the view for a few more moments before he leans his chiseled physique over me, flexing his massive muscles as he begins unfastening the ties binding my left wrist. He doesn't let me lower my arm on my own volition, but grabs my wrist as soon as it is freed. He caresses my sore skin while slowly lowering my arm back down, allowing it to rest on the floor before he moves over to the other side.
My arms are tingling with an achy pain as the blood flow returns to my limbs. I've been tied up for quite a while, and it shows in the way my limbs react to finally being freed.
He unties my legs, lowering each one with the same caution and tenderness he showed my arms. The plug continues to oscillate through my core, causing me to jerk as I sit on the floor with my legs lazily stretched out and my arms hanging to the side of my body. Just like a doll, a marionette whose strings have been cut.
He steps back to watch me adjust to the newly granted freedom. My eyes meet his with furious determination.
I can do this. I've come this far. If I could get through all of this without giving in to the urges he was tempting me to cave in to, I can withstand so much more.
It's obvious that he has more in store for me, more to test me, more to toy with me.
And he's not going to make it easy.
"Stand up," he commands. "And walk for me."
Chapter 22
Ryan
Her struggle is real this time, I can see it written all across her innocent face as she struggles to get back up on her feet. She's stumbling like a newborn deer, and she has to work even harder to control her long limbs than she normally does.
She's close to coming, very close, and I know she wouldn't have been able to resist any longer if I had continued to tease her clit like that. I'm strict with her, but I know when to withdraw, when it’s reaching the point of no return.
Besides, this is not how I want her to climax.
This time, she's going to come with me buried deep inside of her. I want to feel her tightening around my cock when she peaks for the second time tonight. The knowledge that I will be the first man to ever experience that with her is fueling my desire. I can hardly wait, but I have to.
I watch as she follows my command, holding on to the bed post as she straightens her back. She pulls her shoulders back and takes a deep cleansing breath before she begins parading for me once again. She's doing better this time, even managing to maintain eye contact despite t
he turmoil brewing inside her.
My eyes are glued on her as she obediently walks up and down the length of the room, this time treating the room like it’s an actual runway. She's trembling and struggling to keep her balance, but that's to be expected, especially under the circumstances. This is not the part I'm focusing on as I observe her, my hands wandering to the waistband of my pants.
It's her posture and her attitude that really draws my attention. She's such a beautiful girl, but for some reason, she chooses to hide that God-given beauty from everyone. I wonder why. Was she bullied as a teenager? Or is she afraid of drawing the wrong kind of attention to herself?
The green of her eyes stands out in sharp contrast to the red of the room, flashing at me with urgency as soft moans escape her pouty lips. She's fighting, silently begging and pleading for me to end her misery, if one can call it that.
The way she looks at me, trying so hard to please me with her walking, is exhilarating, even more so than admiring the curves of her luscious body. She's wearing nothing but stockings and the garter belt that keeps them in place, her pussy bare and dripping wet. The binds have cut marks on her knees and wrists. I wasn't planning to take those cuffs off before it was time for her to leave the house, but then again, there are a lot of things that I didn't plan to do with her.
"You're doing very good, doll," I praise her, reveling in the cute smile she casts in my in my direction. "Now get down on your knees for me, on all fours."
She doesn't hesitate, lowering herself to the floor in apparent eagerness. It's obvious she's grateful for no longer having to parade in front of me wearing those heels.
"Show me that ass while you crawl over to the bed, doll," I tell her. And again, she doesn't pause before playing along, turning the perfectly round shape of her ass toward me as she slowly crawls over to the bed. The plug is still spreading her, causing her entire body to vibrate with its motions. Her ass cheeks show faint marks of my earlier punishment, but not as much as I'm sure she thinks they do.
She hesitates when she reaches the bed, casting a look at me over her shoulder.
"Get on the bed," I say, nodding toward the sheets.
"Yes, master," she breathes, before obeying my order. I can tell she's trying to look pretty for me as she climbs onto the bed, but my cute little doll has yet to get used to those heels. She loses her balance when she tries to push herself up, supporting herself on her feet, and stumbles to the side, looking anything but elegant.
Nevertheless, I find the sight sexy. She's trying. She wants me to enjoy her - what more could I ask for?
I get rid of my pants and approach her with wide steps, determination running through each one of them. Her eyes are wide with anticipation when she looks back at me, still presenting the full view of her plugged ass and her glistening center to me.
I reach for her ankles, pulling on them to force her down on her stomach, before I turn her around, spreading her long legs in front of me. I can't wait any longer, I need to be inside her.
"You're so fucking beautiful, doll," I tell her, my voice gruff, as I tease her wet entrance with the tip of my rock-hard cock.
She casts a worried look at my dick, obviously intimidated at its size.
"I bet you didn't imagine your first one would be this big," I say, leaning forward, supporting myself by placing my hands on each side of her flushed face.
She's heaving beneath me, so dizzy with desire that I fear she'll explode all over as soon as I begin stretching her virgin pussy. Her nipples are hard, begging to be sucked. I follow their calling, lowering myself over her ample breasts to take her left nipple between my lips. She groans, arching back under me and bringing her wet cunt dangerously close to my steely length. I suck and bite on her nipple, taking it between my teeth while stroking the tip of it with my tongue. She's close to losing it, too close.
I retreat, lifting myself enough to see her face.
"Touch it," I order. "Touch my cock and guide it inside your tight little virgin pussy, doll."
She whimpers with lust and reaches down to my crotch, her slim fingers closing around my member, now hard as iron. She strokes it gently before guiding it forward, spreading her lips with it as she welcomes me inside her virgin hole.
"That's a good girl," I add another praise for her. "Very good girl."
She jerks back, letting go of my cock as I slowly but steadily shove myself inside her, evoking a hearty groan as her tight walls close in around me.
Chapter 23
Laura
He's so big that I'm overcome with a flutter of fear at the thought of having him inside me, even though I know I want it to happen. But as soon as he places the tip of his imposing length and girth at my entrance, I push the fear aside, leaving only need and hunger for him to fill me.
The slight pain I feel when he tears me apart is overpowered by pleasure, and I'm so agitated at this point that I'm afraid I might come right away. I don't want to come just yet, not only because I haven't been given permission, but because I love the way I'm feeling right now, that cloudy high of bliss conquering my entire being, body and soul. There's nothing but sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, a pure sensation of joy that makes me feel as if I'm floating.
A sharp pinch calls me back to reality for a split second, and I open my eyes to find him hovering above me. His pelvis is pressed against my core, his entire length stretching me as I accomodate him, our gazes meeting in dazed smiles.
"You're so fucking beautiful, doll," he whispers, leaning closer until his lips meet mine, claiming a sensuous kiss. He rotates his hips, stirring my insides. I moan between our kiss, biting his lip and joining his circular motions with my hips.
"You said you wouldn't be gentle," I breathe, my eyes latching onto his. "Fuck me, master. Fuck me until I forget my own name, like you promised."
His blue eyes flicker with promise. "As you wish, doll."
He straightens up, displaying that marvelous chest before my eyes, canyons of muscles flexing, as he grabs me by the hips. My hands crawl into the silk sheets beneath us when he starts fucking me like a wild animal, ramming his monster in and out of me with vicious force. I arch my back, changing the angle of my hips so that his cock jams against that sweet spot inside.
His thrusts are relentless and deep, his balls smacking against my entrance with every push. He starts groaning and sweating, looking so damn sexy that I once again doubt this is really happening. His eyes never leave mine, alternating between fixating on mine and wandering over my body while he takes me. There's nothing but desire and lust in his gaze. He wants me, he needs me, and he takes everything he wants from me.
I don't have the clarity or will to analyze what these thoughts do to me; all I know is they increase my arousal, sending the first harbingers of my climax raging through my core.
"Master," I breathe out between my frantic gasps. "May I come?"
Relief spreads through me when he nods. "Yes, doll. Come on my cock. Now!"
His demanding words send me over the edge. I'm not even ashamed of the hearty groan that escapes my lips when my orgasm finally rolls over me. My muscles clench around him as waves of pleasure sweep over me with such force that I almost feel like I'm choking. My eyes roll back into my head, accompanied by moans so loud that I'm deaf to everything but my own pleasure.
He doesn't slow down, but continues slamming into me until I can feel him tensing up inside me as he joins my ecstasy.
"Fuck!" he exclaims, his hot cum coating my walls. He thrusts into me a few more times, sweat running down his temples as he leans over me, supporting himself on his elbows, his frazzled face closing in on mine. He finds my lips, placing a kiss on them that I'm unable to reciprocate.
We're both breathing heavily, locked in a close embrace, waiting while our climax slowly subsides. I don't know how much time has passed since he brought me here, and I don't know how much time we spent in intimate silence before I regain enough clarity to remember the circumstances under which all of t
his is happening.
He bought me. I'm his property for one night.
That's it. That’s all it will ever be.
Whatever I think I'm feeling right now, I shouldn't feel it. I can't.
I'm only making this harder on myself because there's one thing I can be sure of.
No matter how I'm feeling right now, he's not feeling the same thing. Whatever he's doing, no matter how good and intimate it feels, he's done it with dozens of other women before me. He doesn't see me as anything more than his temporary fuck doll.
He made that very clear.
But it's hard to remind myself of all those things, especially right now when I look into his marvelous blue eyes. A crooked smile is playing at the corners of his mouth as he looks at me, his face still so close that I can feel his erratic breath warm and caressing on my skin. He's still inside me, still hard. Did he not come?
"How do you feel?" he asks, pulling me away from my thoughts.
"Good," I reply. Very clever. "Great."
"You're going to be sore, doll," he says, getting up and withdrawing himself.
A burning sensation underpins his words as he pulls out of me, making it obvious that he did come inside of me. I can feel the results of his hot release dripping out of me, when he lies down next to me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
He chuckles at the pained grimace I'm making.
"I warned you," he says, placing a peck on my temple. "And we're not done yet."
"I know," I breathe. "I know what I signed up for."
His eyebrows knit together for a moment. It seems like he doesn't like to be reminded of our arrangement either, but probably for completely different reasons.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a little break," he says. "As a matter of fact, I may need one, too."
"You? Why would you need one?" I tease, adding a little smirk to my words.
He huffs.
"Doll, fucking you is not for the weak," he says. "But it's a sublime joy. I can't wait to do it again."
"Me neither," I say in a low voice, once again reminded of the fact that there's a time limit to all of this. And I don't even know how much time we have left. The room is completely shielded against the outside light, so I have no way of knowing if it's still daytime or if the night has already settled in.
