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The grave expression he cast her way made her quickly resume her position with her skirt raised, panties down and legs slightly parted.
This time his finger collected juice from further down below where she seemed to be spewing buckets of female juice. With enough on his finger to lubricate his way, the offending finger drove beyond the opening giving Gwen her second anal shock.
Reggie thought she might faint the way she swayed. She was certainly a quick study in submissive arousal. Rising from his chair, he held her close to him while he continued the probing with his finger, and she groaned not so much from pain but from the newness of such play.
Leading her to a broad footstool, he gently placed her on hands and knees. An affectionate hand tapped her inner thighs until she parted them wide. Turning away from her he picked up a leather paddle. Turning back, he began to spank her ass.
“Oh, my good god, no!”
The spanking shocked her, and she was soon a wiggling fright.
“Better steady yourself…you want to be dominated, this is what it means.”
He let loose with a brisk assault, then paused every few smacks to rub the plump rounds of Gwen’s ass and work her anus more. Her moans of pleasure grew crazed and almost frantic. By the time he’d spanked her three rounds worth, he could easily insert four fingers inside the tight chasm. Novice that she was, she was ready for his cock with no more foreplay. It had been a while since he’d enjoyed the pleasure of a woman’s ass. He entered her swiftly, and rode her naughty ass as if he’d been riding it for years.
Gwen’s body responded immediately to the ferocity of Reggie’s anal assault. Fear always kept her from allowing a man to enter her ass even though several had tried. With Reggie, however, as much as she feared she’d balk, she was determined to submit, her first really submissive act with a man, and she would do nothing to dissuade him.
He was tight inside her. So tight, half of her wanted to scream, the rest of her was too confused to know what she wanted. Sparks flew in her brain, her emotions were on overload. She felt used, diminished and humiliated, but was so aroused that she could feel her swollen clit pulsing and a deep longing inside her cunt. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand any more of the furious fucking, she felt him erupt. He pressed his groin tight against her ass and ejaculated. Every pore of her body tingled raw and alive, then without her really understanding what was happening, she was cumming, crying softly, her body spasming in ways she’d never experienced before.
Moments after the commotion ended, Reggie turned her over on her back, and his dripping cock was at her lips where she licked away the last of his present to her. Not even the fact that he’d just been lodged in her behind took away from her desire to taste the substance of him as it was mingling with hers.
Chapter Twelve
Jocelyn was half-dead waking from a sound sleep to stare up at Ian’s face. His eyes looked like the devil’s sparking with evil plans. That disturbed her. His darkness made her psyche coil up inside itself in a childish fetal position. Such darkness had never disturbed her as it was disturbing her now. It had been several days since the night he woke her at midnight and interrogated her with questions about submission. Waking her again in the dead of night, she was afraid.
“Get up,” he insisted. Then not waiting for her to respond, he reached down for her arm and dragged her from the heated sheets into the damp chill of the room.
“What you are doing?”
“Getting you dressed, we’re going out.”
“Where are you taking me?” She was still too stunned to understand what was going on, and stood in the center of the room aghast, watching him rifle through her closet, tossing out clothes. When she failed to dress herself, he did it for her, drawing a lacy lycra dress over her head and down her torso. Usually she wore a black body stocking underneath so that her skin didn’t show.
“You’ve got it all wrong,” she finally leapt out in protest.
“In the daytime perhaps, but it’s night now.”
“And you’re going to take me out like this!” She looked down at her jutting nipples and the pale red pubic hair poking through the fabric.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have the dress on long,” he said.
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here was hardly enough life in her limbs to carry herself, and there certainly wasn’t enough will to keep Ian from what he was bound to do. He pushed her toes into a pair of stilettos and fluffed her hair as if it would magically fall into place.
“No make-up?”
“Not where you’re going.”
“Where are we going?” Jocelyn finally asked, when they were in the taxi speeding away from the center of town.
“You’ll see,” was all the answer he gave. They rode together in silence until the taxi pulled into the drive of a house that Jocelyn could only barely see. There were no lights gleaming outside and only dims ones burning within.
“You have to promise me you’ll behave yourself or this will be no fun,” Ian warned.
“And what’s behave yourself suppose to mean?” The more she came back to life, the more frightened she became. Ian still looked half-crazed, and the evil in his expression had become more pronounced the longer they sat in the taxi.
“It means you have to submit,” he stated flatly. It was all that simple and he wasn’t planning to explain anything else.
