He speaks just loud enough that I can hear him, his voice measured, his tone menacing. “Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished. Do you want to be punished, little bee?”
“You’re insane,” I snarl. But I don’t try to pull back. He’s making me feel way too good for it to just stop.
In response, he leans over me and brings something into my line of sight. It’s a sleek black dildo, short and thin. My pussy clenches over nothing at the sight of it—what is he planning to do with that?
“Get it nice and wet, baby,” he instructs, moving the toy to my mouth.
I want to act outraged that he’d have me do something so demeaning on command like a show pet. Instead, my ovaries take control of my brain, and I open my mouth wider, letting him slip it in.
“Attagirl. The wetter it is, the easier it’ll be on you. Of course, I don’t mind using a little brute force.” Just as he finishes saying the last two words, his digits bottom out inside me, and I squeal, the sound coming out muffled because of the dildo in my mouth.
“Animal,” I try to say around the silicone, but the attempt is pathetic, and all I get in return is more laughter and a twisting of his fingers inside me.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” he admonishes.
The mix of physical stimulation, praise, and degradation has my butt wiggling against his hand. I need something, I need… more.
“Please,” I whisper as soon as he takes the dildo out of my mouth.
“Please, what, firecracker?” He keeps gently thrusting in and out of my ass even as his voice is as casual as if we were talking about the weather—nice fog you have here, Mr. Masked Man.
“I don’t know,” I admit, desperate for more stimulation.
“You want my cock splitting open your pussy, love?” he suggests mildly despite the crass words.
I’m nodding when another slap hits the side of my ass.
“Use your words, little bee. You know what I want to hear.”
“Yes,” I moan, my head drooping down in surrender. “Give me your cock, Ethan, please.”
“Such a good girl,” he purrs. “And I will, I’ll give you every inch of my cock. But first, I didn’t prepare your tight ass for nothing.”
His fingers retreat, and I feel the smooth material of the toy press against my rosebud instead. I immediately lock up.
Ethan clicks his tongue. “None of that, Barbara. Relax for me. Take this toy in your ass like the good anal slut you are.”
With a whimper, I let him breach, the toy slipping inside me inch by inch.
“There you go. That’s it. It’s all in now, baby. You should see how good your ass looks like this. Fuck,” he growls, giving my butt another light slap. This time, the sensation seems to gather around the invasion, sending spikes of lust in every direction. I moan wantonly.
“Now,” he says at the same time as I hear him lower his zipper. “Now I’m going to fuck your snatch while your ass is nicely plugged with this dildo. I’ll make you feel so good, little bee.”
As my head hangs low, I can see my pussy dripping over the floor, disappearing into the virtual sawdust. As soon as Ethan notches his cock at my entrance, I drop down to my elbows,ready to be used, ready to let him bring me the pleasure he’s promising.
“Dreamed about filling both of your holes at the same time since I first saw your ass,” he groans as he pushes in. The stretch is out of this world. “Next time, I’m fucking your ass while your pussy is plugged with a giant dildo. I’ll strap a butterfly toy to your clit too, and clamp those pretty nipples.”
When he’s all the way in, I stop breathing, my brain struggling to process the fullness. Ethan leans over my back and grabs my breasts through my bra, pulling on the peaks through the thin material. He twists until I scream out, then leans back again so he can grab hold of my hips.
“I caught my prize,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Now I get to enjoy it.”
The first time he slams in, he knocks the wind out of my lungs. The second time, my eyes roll into the back of my head. By the time he finds his rhythm, I’m panting and drooling, making incoherent sounds that echo in the cyber warehouse-turned-lumberyard.
“Barbara,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips so deep, I know I’ll feel them for days. “You’re fucking mine.” He punctuates every word with a violent slam of his pelvis against my ass, pushing the dildo deeper inside me and making the tip of his cock kiss my cervix.
All I can do is take everything he gives me while something inside me coils so tight, I feel like it’ll destroy me once it snaps.
“Please, Ethan,” I moan, not knowing what it is I’m even asking for. More? Less?
