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He leaned forward, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them around her, pressing them into the small of her back. This put her chest onto the bed, her ass sticking up in the air, impaled.
“Say please.” It was clearly a command, but Heather wasn’t in the mood to submit. She tried to move herself on his cock, but he lifted up on her hands when she did, lightly torquing her shoulders to still her. “SaypleaseHeather. Are you aiming to see if you can make me punish you? Are you ready to bring that into our play?”
“No. I don’t know.” Maybe, but not if it meant pulling his dick out of her ass. “Not now. I just want you to fuck me, Marcus.Please. I need something. I needmore.”
He let go of her hands and she tried to put them back, but realized the cuffs from earlier were still on her wrists, and he’d attached them together.
He put one hand at the top of each thigh, right where her legs bent into her hips, and said, “Ah, there’s the magic word. Hang on, my beautiful little Spitfire. Oh, I forgot, you can’t do that right now.”
And then he pulled back until he was almost out and slammed back into her, knocking the breath from her lungs as he impaled her on his beautiful, long, fat cock.
He was all the way in now, the front of his thighs against the back of hers, and Heather froze, spread open, violated. No, that wasn’t right. She’d asked him in. Still, she felt violated, but in a good way.
“Am I giving you too long to think?” He asked, a touch of humor in his voice. “I need a verbal check-in, my little Spitfire. You good?”
“I will be as soon as I can orgasm again.”
He pulled out slowly, so there was barely any friction, paused, and then slammed back into her, one hard thrust that filled her so completely she couldn’t manage the scream that wanted to come out.
He only paused a few seconds this time, and then he was suddenly pistoning in and out of her, and the thing in her pussy was turned all the way up, and she was trying to moan and scream but her vocalizations sounded like some kind of drumbeat because he was pounding into her — like when someone beat on your back as a child while you sang, making your voice come out funny.
She took another breath and then felt his hand at her clit.
“Come for me Heather.”
It was an unmistakable order, and her body obeyed — squirming, twisting, and spasming until she was flat on the bed, and he rode her down and stayed fuckingburiedin her ass. Her body contracted and jerked around whatever was in her pussy, rippled and tightened around his cock spreading her asshole wider than anything he’d yet to put inside her. The sensations pushed her orgasm even higher, and she felt her shoulders and feet shuddering too, then she heard him growling behind her, and felt him coming into the condom in her ass.
When it was over, she felt like melted jello. No way would she be able to get her muscles to do anything; they were completely useless. She felt the loss of him like an ache, and the sounds she heard told her he was taking the condom off and cleaning himself up, then his fingers were back at her pussy, pulling whatever had been inside, out.
It was some kind of orb, but it must’ve had wires sticking out that he’d used to remove it.
Next, he used what felt like a warm baby wipe to clean her ass, and hefinallyreleased the wrist cuffs from each other.
She rolled to her back as he leaned over the side of the bed, she assumed to throw away the baby wipe, and she reached to unbuckle the wrist cuffs because she didn’t want him using them on her again. Or, at least not in the next hour. Her fingers fumbled the buckle, though, so she gave up and put her arms back beside her.
“I know I said I’d let you decide when to take the blindfold off, but I’m ready to see your eyes.”
She felt his hands on her cheeks and then felt him lifting the blindfold. She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, and his face swam into focus in the dim light.
He touched her cheek. “There you are. You were magnificent. Here let me get these for you.”
He gently removed the cuffs and set them on the nightstand, and then wrapped his arms around her again, folding her into his strength. How could he hurt her one moment, and represent safety and comfort the next?
“How do you feel?”
“Umm, like I’ve been whipped and fucked? But in a good way, not a bad way.” Her voice came out drowsy. “I also feel like I’ve had a few joints, but I haven’t done weed in years. What’s up with that?”
“Endorphins. It’s called subspace. Maybe it should be called bottomspace instead, tonight.”
“Thank you, Marcus. I...” There was too much going through her head, and she had no idea how to put it into sentences, so she repeated herself and just said, “Thank you.”
“Sshhhh. Close your eyes and float for me. There’ll be plenty of time for talking later.”
Chapter 20
When Heather awoke the next morning — in the middle of the bed, alone, with sunlight streaming in the windows — it took her a few minutes to remember where she was. And theneverythingcame back in a flood of memories, and her insides clenched. How had she gone from assuming she was asexual, to someone who begged her boyfriend’s best friend to fuck her ass?
She stood and did an inventory. Nothing hurt, but that didn’t mean anything. She went to the bathroom and stopped at the mirror, twisting to look at her ass and back, and saw three lines and two ugly looking bruises on her ass, but that was it. She figured the marks were from the cane and the single tail, which meant all of that flogging hadn’t left a single mark.
