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“Mmm, now for my breakfast.” He watches my face closely as he uses both hands to fondle my breasts and teases them to ripe, aching points. Then he’s feasting on my neck. He tugs me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. My heated pussy is pressed flush against his hard, straining cock and only the layer of his sweats between us. He strokes my clit and murmurs about how ripe I am. He also tells me that he’s going to make me scream so much I won’t have a voice left.
I can’t wait until he delivers on that promise, too. I’m almost positive that if he breathes on me in a certain way that I’ll come at this point. What he’s doing to my nipples alone is getting me close. Again.
Close but no cigar.
Speaking of cigars. His cock is impossibly hard and straining against me. He can’t possibly wait much longer.
“Does it feel good, Madeline?” he asks in a dark, hoarse voice.
I’m about to answer when I realize I may be walking into a trap. “I only want to please my Master,” I say.
With a growl, he stands up and pulls my legs so that I clasp them around him. He walks over to the bed but deposits me by the footboard instead. He doesn’t tell me to move so I stand and watch as he moves to the headboard and removes the dangling handcuffs there. I swallow a thick lump in my throat. He also grabs two pillows and lays them down across the top of the footboard.
He attaches one set of handcuffs to each of my wrists. Then, bending me over the footboard, cushioned by the pillows, he pulls the other end of each set of the cuffs to lock against the bottom frame of the bed. I’m now on my tiptoes, splayed over the footboard with my ass high in the air. He grabs yet another pillow for my head and front of my chest. I’m now poised in a super awkward—but not uncomfortable, thanks to the pillows—position.
He stands back to admire his handiwork, running an almost reverential hand over my ass. Then, I pick up in my peripheral vision that he’s discarding his clothes and going over to the dresser to pull something out of the drawer.
My heart races. Another riding crop? A paddle?
I’m in the perfect spanking position. Perhaps this was what he meant by payment and complete submission?
I could do spanking. I’d actually enjoy it.
Maybe if he hit me hard enough, I’d come just from that. I’m almost excited as I adjust myself. The footboard is so high that I’m on my tiptoes and it’s hard to readjust. Evan returns to stand behind me and he starts touching my ass again.
“Unless you want your ankles tied down, too, you’ll keep your legs open and not move them. Am I clear?
“Yes, Master.” My reply is muffled against the pillow.
He continues to rub me. “Such a pretty little ass…”
And he’s about to make it allllll red. I hold my breath in anticipation. He hesitates, doing something…maybe grabbing for his toy of choice—when suddenly, something very cold touches me right in the asshole.
I yelp and jump, and he places a hand across the base of my spine, holding me still. “Shhh, relax.”
“But—”
“You will not speak.”
My mouth hangs open as he enters my ass with first one finger, then another. The feeling is strange…not painful, but not comfortable either. I’m tight back there, and I think I know where this is going.
I tense again, fighting with myself on whether or not to protest this. I was a fool to think that he wouldn’t test me in this way. I remember that night at the restaurant when I’d told him that anal was a hard limit. His reply is still branded in my brain. I will own every inch of you. I will dominate you in every way imaginable. There can be no boundaries between us.
He’s been working up to this moment for weeks, but he planned this all along. Because letting him take me this way—in this way I’d told him felt like a degradation—will prove his total domination over me.
Soon he’s pumping three fingers slowly in and out of me, and I’m trying hard not to make any noise. I’m still foolishly hoping against hope that his test stops here. That he’s going to finish with this and then take me in the pussy, the way we both enjoy it.
But a few more minutes of him murmuring about how much he needs to fuck my ass, and he pulls his fingers out, I feel something much bigger than fingers at the entrance point.
I jerk up, the cuffs restraining my movements. He might not even listen to me. I’m in no position to fight him. He can take what he wants when I’m like this and he knows it. Slowly, he exerts pressure against my anus, pushing to enter me.
I gasp and tense, clenching.
He pulls back, thank God. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“So you don’t want to show me your complete submission? After all this?”
I’m breathing so hard that I’m gasping. “What?”
