Page 61 of Rockland

Slowly, my feet like lead, I trudge up the three flights of stairs to the bedroom. I peel my cashmere sweater from my chest. Toss it on the dresser. Unsnap my bra. Throw that over the sweater. Shimmy out of my jeans. No panties to remove. The last time I wore a pair was on my little escapade to the Parish.

Should I sit on the bed? Pose by the bed? Stand in a sexy manner that will make him forget my running away?

I’m still standing by the bed, biting my nails and trying to decide when I hear heavy footsteps treading on the stairs.

A light perspiration dots up underneath my arms. I shift my weight from one foot to the other. I cross my arms over my breasts. My peaked nipples press against my forearms.

The door opens. His gaze appraises me. “Good girl. I thought you’d have climbed out the window by now.”

Then I see the bullet between his fingers and consider his comment. I could make it…

He sees me glance toward the curtains and a deep chuckle rises from his chest. “Don’t even think about it.”

I gulp. Shirk away from him as he heads toward me. Bump into the dresser behind me. He’s inches from me now. His arms wrap around me. There’s a dangerous air about him as he leans down, lightly kissing my lips. His mouth hovers by my ear. “Tess, what are we going to do with you?”

“Let me go?” I helpfully suggest.

“Not a chance.”

I gasp as his fingertips dig into my ass cheeks, making me stand on tiptoe. He presses me toward him, pulling me to the bed. He tosses me down. I sit before him, my eyes locked on that shiny plug he’s rolling in his hands.

“Turn and bend over the bed. Legs spread.”

A whine rises in the back of my throat, but I comply. I lie on the bed. My bottom bare and angled toward him. My legs spread. My breasts and tender nipples pressing into the covers. My eyes squeeze shut tightly as I hear the cap of what I assume is a tube of lube.

“Further,” he says.

“It’s just not fair! I didn’t doooooo anything!”

There’s a sharp smack on my bottom. The sting makes my breath catch but it’s not enough to stop my protests. “I had absolutely nothing to do with Paige’s harebrained scheme to hatch a child and had she asked me as much as my opinion I would have told her so. Please, Rockland, be reasonable!”

“I’m the picture of reason. The Sisterhood hides something and so the Brotherhood must punish you collectively. Your woman tries to run away from said punishment, so after plugging her you give her ass a good hard strapping. Let me ask you a question—if you did know what Beauties were involved, or had gotten wind of Paige’s plan… would you tell me?”

Sweat pricks at my brow. He’s referring to the pact. The one we Beauties made with one another. The one that says with exception of threat of death, we never, ever rat one another out. Ever. The pact I thought was secret. The pact that’s never been broken.

“Can’t get anything by you,” I murmur. I know if I could see his face there’d be a cocky smirk on it.

“The sooner you learn that, the better, princess. Now what do I do with a naughty little girl who runs from her plug?” As he speaks, I feel the warmth of his body leaning over me. His fingertips caress the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs even further apart until my skin is stretched. The cold tip of the plug is hovering at the entrance of my trembling pussy. He thrusts it in and I gasp at the shock of the cold metal. “A little extra lube never hurts and you’re soaking wet.” He pumps it once and my fingernails dig into the bedspread. There’s a stinging burning pain to the pleasure and I bite my lower lip. My hips start to move, my pelvis wanting relief from the tension building in my core. The bullet’s pulled back out and I squirm again, disappointed by the emptiness I feel.

There’s pressure, crawling invading fingertips traveling up the crack in my ass. Straight into that taboo place he’s taken me once before. For whatever reason, having a foreign object, in lieu of his cock, pressed into me is humiliating. Degrading. Shameful. And has my pussy an absolutely pulsing, dripping mess. My nipples are tight little bullets pressed into the covers. He’s got that cold, wet tip pushing against my unwilling muscles, forcing its way inside of me. He whispers the word relax, and despite his anger at my earlier actions, his hand is softly stroking my back. I breathe deeply and will the tension to leave my body. There’s a push and a tug and a push. Stretching and burning and longing and yearning. My womb throbs. My breasts are suddenly heavy. My pussy continues to pulse and clench as blood flows to my already swollen clit.

This—intrusion—has my breath coming in hard gasps. My skin flushed. Perspiration rises on my flesh, already dotted with chill bumps.

I let out a long, low moan. And it’s all the way in.

“There’s my princess. I knew your body would respond this way. You always were such an anal gal.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You enjoy the pleasures of the flesh—particularly the flesh surrounding and within your bottom. Perhaps you carry your tension here—” he gives the plug a shove, then a twist and I lose my breath for a second, “and you find it a relief to have it played with. Though I’m afraid as much as you are enjoying insertion, you will eventually find this type of punishment maddening.”

I want to move my hips, clench my cheeks, and wrap the walls of my bottom tighter around the plug. I want his cock inside of me, banging me into oblivion over this bed. I tell him so, crooning, “Please, can you fuck me with this thing in? It would feel so, so good.”

“Sure.” Elations travels through me at his response, then he finishes his thought. “I would if you had been a good girl and taken your punishment like you knew you should. Had you been the submissive woman I know you can be,” his hand travels around my thigh, his finger teasing my begging clit, “I’d be inside of you right now. Giving you the pleasure you so crave.” His hand is gone and I’m left panting and begging. “Instead, I’ve got a very naughty girl on my hands who needs to be taught a lesson in obedience.”

His hand comes down in a sharp slap on my bottom and I cry out. “Ow! Wha-what are you going to do to me?”

My tummy tightens as I hear his belt unbuckling. “Let’s start with a few stripes on that pretty ass.”