Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
His fingers grew firmer. The pressure built with shocking speed.
“I’m going to make you come on my plug,” he said near my ear. “And every time I do this, your body will learn a little more. It will learn that opening your ass for your sponsor leads to pleasure. It will learn to welcome fullness there. It will learn to beg.”
“No,” I said again, but this time it came out as a moan.
He laughed softly, not unkindly. “You can say no with your mouth while your cunt says yes with every pulse. I know how to listen.”
CHAPTER 16
Alex
That did it. Something in me gave way at a level that felt biological: physically, helplessly. I stopped trying to separate what I felt from what he meant me to feel. The plug sat snug and intimate inside me, claiming me from behind. His hand worked me from the front. His other hand kept me bent and offered and exactly where he wanted me. I was not a woman in a bath with a man anymore, not in any civilized equal way. I was a female creature being handled, taught, conditioned.
An animal, I thought wildly.
And then, because the thought itself sent a shudder through me: his animal.
Then, suddenly, he pulled his hand away.
“What kind of girl are you?” he asked, in a growl that corresponded so well to my tiny fantasy of being a creature of the wild that it nearly made me come without his hand there, just with the force of the words.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my back arching helplessly, my pussy seeking his hand. “Sir… I’m… I’m the kind of girl who needs it in the ass… oh, please… God… sir…”
His hand returned. He worked my pussy for one moment more, and then the orgasm hit so hard that it felt as if the fullness in my ass had been translated directly into fire in my cunt. I cried out and convulsed, my thighs shaking, my back arching uselessly against the steady restraint of his hand. The plug moved inside me with the contractions, making the pleasure stranger and more degrading and somehow more complete.
“That’s it,” he said, voice low and intent. “Come. Come while your bottom is full. Learn what it feels like, and how your body needs it.”
I did. Helplessly. Repeatedly. My body milked his fingers and the toy together, and I heard little ruined sounds coming out of my own throat that I somehow told myself originated in another girl’s body.
He did not stop immediately when the climax crested. He worked me through it as if to seal the lesson into my nerves. By the time he eased his hand away, I was shaking so hard I nearly collapsed.
For a few moments all I could do was stay there on hands and knees, wet hair clinging to my shoulders, the bathwater lapping softly around my arms, the plug still inside me like a mark of my degradation and his mastery.
Then he stroked my back once.
“Good girl,” he said quietly. “You did well for your first real lesson.”
Tears of shame pricked the corners of my eyes. My whole body felt too open, too known.
“I don’t… I don’t like… that you can… do that,” I whispered.
His hand paused between my shoulder blades. “No,” he said. “You don’t like that I can show you things about yourself you’d rather not have to know.”
I shut my eyes.
He let me stay there another moment, then said, “Sit back slowly.”
I obeyed carefully, wincing at the feeling of the plug shifting inside me. When I settled back on my knees in the water and turned enough to look at him, he was watching me with that same composed, dark gaze that seemed to make concealment pointless. He reached out and tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear.
“Your proper training has begun. The plug will remind you what your body is for, now.”
I laughed once, weakly. “Your definition of proper is insane.”
“From one point of view, at least,” he said.
That nearly made me smile, which felt outrageous under the circumstances. I looked away instead.
He put a finger under my chin and turned my face back. “You do understand, don’t you, that I won’t rush this.”
“What?” I asked, though I knew.
“Your ass.” His tone stayed matter-of-fact, and that made the blush rise all over again. “I’m not going to ram my cock into your anus and call the result training. I’ll prepare you. I’ll make sure your body learns to want what it’s taking. When I fuck your bottom, it will be because you’re ready.”
The words wrapped around me in a strange way. More shame. More fear. But also relief so intense it almost hurt. He saw it in my face at once.
“Yes,” he said softly. “That matters to you.”
I nodded before I thought better of it.