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“The anal plug looks so pretty,” she replied. “How about we add a nice fat vibrator into her tight little cunt?”
“Absolutely,” Mason agreed.
It was strange in the extreme to be talked about and handled as if she were a doll or a toy. In a way, it was wildly freeing not to be the one in charge. She had no decisions to make. All she needed to do was submit. That added layer of surrender made her sexual excitement all the more powerful. There was no denying how incredibly turned on she was. The vibrations inside her anus were spiraling through her entire groin. Her sex felt swollen, and her clit throbbed almost painfully.
Unlike the plug, the vibrator slipped in easily. In spite of herself,Hannah moaned with pleasure as the toy filled her. A deep shudder moved through her body.
Since Andy’s passing, she had masturbated now and again, using a similar vibrator on herself. But that had just been scratching an itch, the satisfaction limited to a brief, spasming pleasure. This promised to be something altogether more powerful.
“So responsive,” Aubrey purred. Then the phallus, too, clicked on, sending more pulsating waves of pure pleasure through Hannah’s core.
Oh, it felt so good. So, so good. She’d never experienced anything like it—both orifices filled at once, each pulsating against the other through the thin membranes that separated them. Her awareness that others were watching her—focused solely on her as she squirmed in her bonds—somehow made her pleasure even keener. While it was utterly foreign to be the center of this sort of attention, it was also wildly exciting. And the fact that Mason was the one orchestrating this whole thing—allowing the others to use her forhispleasure, satisfied something deep in her soul.
She heard a moaning sound and realized it was her own voice.
“You’re not going to let that worthless slave come without earning it, are you?”
It took Hannah a moment to place the reedy voice: Lawrence.
“I’m not sure I could stop her,” Mason replied with a chuckle.
“I’ll stop her.” Lawrence said. Hannah heard the unmistakable whoosh of a cane being whipped through the air. “With your permission, of course.”
“By all means,” Mason said. “Just be careful not to break the skin.”
“Understood.”
Before Hannah could open her mouth to protest, the cane flicked against her ass, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. It hurt, make no mistake. But the thrumming pleasure radiating from the dual phalluses offset the pain.
Almost.
The next flick was a little harder, yanking a gasp from Hannah’s lips. Yet another line of fire seared over both cheeks. In spite of the pain, in spite of being bound and exposed for all to see, Hannah was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. Her clit was going to explode. Her entire body trembled on the edge of a climax.
Just as she was about to topple over, the cane whipped against her flesh, landing in such a way it caught her spread pussy in its path. Blinding pain short-circuited her brain and she howled.
“Take it,” Lawrence snarled. The cane landed again in a flurry of sharp, flicking strokes over her bottom. The vibration inside her cunt increased, accompanied by the steady pulse of the vibrating plug.
Hannah broke out in a cold sweat as the brutal cane snapped relentlessly against her ass and thighs. Mercifully, it didn’t catch her exposed pussy again. Even so, she writhed in her bonds. Her body was bathed in sweat, her breath rasping, heart smashing, cunt pulsing.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt so much.It hurt so good.The pleasure was unbearable, the pain intolerable. Then fingers—rough, calloused chef’s fingers, were suddenly on her vulva, which was slick with her juices.
At his touch, everything else fell away, and Hannah came. And came… And came…
Chapter 25
Mason sent the others away while he saw to Hannah’s aftercare. He was impressed with how well she’d handled what had to have been quite a difficult scene for her. It was one reason he’d chosen that particular spanking bench—to allow her the refuge of hiding her face when she needed to. She wasn’t quite ready to look her task Masters in the eye and accept their bidding with head held high. That would come in time.
Apart from being a sexy and, in his estimation, very successful scene, Hannah’s response further solidified what had been growing in his mind the more they spent time together. There was definitely a slave lurking beneath that innocent exterior. When she could get out of her own way, Hannah demonstrated real potential as a full-on submissive.
After removing the toys and treating the welts inflicted by Lawrence’s cane, Mason released the leather straps that held Hannah down. She swayed a little as he helped her from the bench to the ground. Her hair was tousled, her eyes fever-bright, her color still high.
He placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Again, he had that absurd desire to kiss her. It was his own damn fault. He never should have given in to his teenage impulse in the kitchen. That kiss had cracked a door he’d thought was locked. And damn it all, he only wanted to open it wider…
He dismissed the thought with a slight shake of his head. At least for the time being, now that he’d signed up as her trainer, he would need to remain on a professional footing. It was essential he keep his emotions under control and his dick in his pants. While it irritated the crap out of him that Anthony had allowed her hard limits, that didn’t relieve him of the responsibility of observing and respecting those limits.
Now he smiled down at his charge. “You did well, Hannah, exceptfor one thing. You failed to ask permission when you came.”
“I couldn’t help—” she began.
