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Benson toyed with her lower lip, which he knew was tender. “You didn’t think public exposure would feel exposed?”
Mal opened her eyes and mockingly glared at him. He chuckled, then reached out with his other hand to play with her dangling nipple rings. He was careful to touch only the jewelry.
Mal was on her hands and knees on a wide ottoman. He’d set up the ottoman at the edge of the stage, ensuring anyone who stopped to look didn’t have to bend over too far for an up-close view of Mal’s ass and pussy.
This particular stage had a large post in the middle—useful for so many things—and Benson was using it as a backrest while he sat on the stage beside her ottoman.
Now he slid to the edge and rose, stretching before he turned and eyed his handiwork.
Mal’s pussy and ass were both lewdly exposed.
Medical clamps like the one he’d used to pull on her clit gripped her pussy. Two on each labia. The handles were taped to the back of her thighs, pulling her open.
She’d whimpered when he placed them, admitting that her labia apparently were sore from all the pulling and stretching.
Since an exposed, helpless pussy was one of his kinks, and Mal’s cunt looked particularly good when being pulled and pinched, he hadn’t changed his plan, but been gentler with the clamps than originally planned, and also not spread her open as much.
The faux clit piercing glinted in the light, the charm dangling from it tapping against her vulva when she shifted position.
He hadn’t told her what the charm was. He’d meant to, but what he’d planned as a joke hadn’t seemed funny once he saw it on her.
Her ass was also spread by a three-prong rectal speculum.
He’d worked her with a series of successively large plugs before inserting the speculum and cranking it open.
Every ten minutes, he gave her a break and removed the speculum. That also meant every twenty minutes he got to reinsert it and listen to her sweet moans and whimpers.
Slipping on a glove, he prodded her anus, touching the stretched flesh, and listened to the change in her breathing.
“Lower your shoulders and head. I’m going to take it out.”
Benson attached the handle, then carefully squeezed, releasing the pressure a bit at a time. The three smooth barrels of the rectal speculum drew together. He didn’t bother to close it all the way before rocking it in and out a few times, then finally removing it. Mal moaned and whimpered, making such soft, sexy, submissive sounds that his cock physically hurt, he was so hard.
He watched her ring of muscle close, then pushed a finger in, testing the tightness. She was loose. Would be easy to fuck.
Benson checked the sky. He’d had her on display like this for nearly an hour, and had removed and reinserted several times. Dozens of people got a good look at her pussy and ass. He hadn’t allowed touching, since that wasn’t what this letter was about.
And because she’s mine.
He wasn’t looking forward to the next item.
Time was slipping away, and after everything he’d put her through, she deserved some more direct sexual contact. She’d get that with this next scene.
But before he let anyone else touch her, he was going to use her. Benson pulled over the plastic bin he’d brought with him, dumping the speculum in with the dildos.
Then he undid his leathers, rolled on a condom, and grabbed her hips.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Mal. You’re nicely stretched, but tell me if the pain level or discomfort is too high.”
“My ass hurts, Sir.”
“I know.” He massaged her anus with the pad of his gloved thumb. It slid easily inside. “Where are you?”
“Green.”
“Honesty, Mal.” He slapped her ass, hard.
“I am, sir! It hurts, but I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck my ass so badly. I just…I need you inside me.”
