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“Three?” she whispered. “I’ve never—”
“Three.” His gaze shifted to her face. “Do not question my orders again.”
Something dark and deadly lurked beneath the passion glazing his eyes and the sudden spike of fear only added to her desire. She felt her pussy expanding, heat rising in waves with every rapid beat of her heart.
She pulled her two fingers out, joined her index finger to them and pushed all three into her throbbing vagina. They almost didn’t fit, the walls of her channel forcing her fingers into a tight triangle even as her fingers stretched her opening wider than it had ever stretched before.
She moaned, shivers of delight cascading through her body as her inner muscles clenched and released over and over, trying to accustom themselves to the invasion.
“Dip your other fingers into your juices and paint your nipples.”
Releasing her folds, now held spread open by the palm of her hand, she stroked her other fingers across her wet clit. A lightning bolt of pleasure seared through her, making her hips spasm and her shoulders bow backward as a hoarse cry ripped from her throat.
“I did not give you permission to touch yourself there!” he snapped.
Sam blinked, his furious expression transmuting her pleasure into pulse-pounding terror. “I’m sorry! Forgive me!”
Her knees tightened against the arms of the recliner but she could neither close her legs nor rise to a less vulnerable position.
“I warned you what would happen if you did not follow orders. Now you must be punished.” A hint of a smile played around his lips and his dark eyes filled with smoldering heat. However he planned to punish her, he was looking forward to it.
She trembled, each shiver rocking her against her fingers, which were still buried deep inside her. Slowly, her fear transformed to desire until she panted with frustrated need.
Giacomo stepped forward, holding out a six-inch-long tapered steel weight that must have been tucked into the back of his belt or a back pocket. Or maybe he’d magicked it into existence. The black angles of his tattoo reflected in the polished steel surface, giving it a hint of savagery.
“Take it. And place it inside you instead of your fingers.”
Hesitantly, Sam reached out and took the weight from him. It was cold against her fingers, hard and unyielding. Her throat closed, her lungs struggling for breath as she imagined the alien invasion of her most private parts.
“I’m waiting,” Giacomo cautioned.
She nodded. Taking a deep gulp of air, she held her breath as she slid her fingers free and placed the narrow end of the weight against her opening.
“The other way. This is a punishment after all.”
Silently Sam reversed the weight. The narrow end was only a half-inch wide, barely wider than her finger. The wide end, on the other hand, was huge. Over an inch wide, maybe even an inch and a half. Wider than all three of her fingers together and that wide all the way around. S
he could never take something so big inside her.
But she had no choice. She had disobeyed, moving when she’d promised she would not. She deserved whatever pain her punishment brought her.
Her total subjugation to Giacomo’s will made her pussy pulse hot and wet, opening eagerly to take her punishment.
Slowly, hesitantly, she placed the bulbous end of the weight against her flexing muscles. Her pussy spasmed, trying to pull the slick steel deeper inside—to the hungry emptiness aching to be filled. But it was too big. She couldn’t stretch that far.
Tears leaked from her eyes. She wanted to obey him, she did! But her body failed her, as worthless as her ex-husband had claimed.
“I can’t!”
“You can. Put the heel of your hand against the end and press between the contractions.”
Sam gasped. “You make it sound like labor.”
His low chuckle rasped across her taut nipples, vibrating into her rib cage, as if his face were buried between her breasts. “If a woman can give birth to a nine-pound baby, a one-pound weight shouldn’t be any problem.”
“If I were giving birth, I’d be high on drugs by now.” But she dutifully pressed her palm against the end of the weight and when the next spasm ended, she shoved the steel past the ridge of muscle.
She gasped, spirals of pleasure shuddering through her as every nerve was stimulated. A low, hoarse groan ripped from her throat.
