Only five submissives had won, and they openly gloated as they picked their prizes from the cards their Tops held. The defeated Tops took their razzing from the other Doms with good grace.
Abby eyed them thoughtfully. This was almost like a family game, everyone involved but no pressure. The—
A pinch on her breast yanked her out of her thoughts.
“That head of yours rarely stops, does it?” Xavier turned when Virgil called his name. Apparently the judges had liked Xavier’s targeted paint job, and even more that he’d hit each bull’s-eye.
Becca walked over with the prize basket, using her belly to help support it.
After taking the basket from her, Xavier took his time examining the contents. Abby held her breath in terror at a huge dildo; mouthed, no no no, to the sharp-looking breast clamps; and cringed at the ball gag. Finally he slipped something in his pocket before she could see it. A packet of lubricant joined it.
Oh, that didn’t look good at all.
AS VIRGIL DISTRIBUTED the final awards, Xavier smiled. Finally. His little war prize was squirming nicely on the dildo, and he looked forward to replacing it with his cock.
When people started leaving the stage, Xavier tossed a few essentials into a bag and returned to Abby. He helped her off the board and pleased himself by burying his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. Fragrant with lavender and her arousal, she smelled quite fuckable.
They cleaned the board up as Doms and subs moved off the stage. When a scream came from the forest, her eyes went delightfully wide. “What happens now?”
“You do what I tell you, of course. Stand right there.” He bound her wrists in front of her, leaving one end of the rope loose to use as a leash. “Are you dizzy? Hurting anywhere?”
“I’m fine.”
He smiled as she shifted her weight from leg to leg, rubbing her thighs together. The dildo would have left her pussy sensitive. The chill breeze—and her arousal—tightened her nipples to pretty pink spikes that called for his attention. In fact… He walked back to the supplies and grabbed a small tube of body lotion.
“What’s that for?”
He could almost see her picking through various uses for lotion, and he chuckled. “Stop thinking, Abby. The only thing you have to do is what I tell you to do. Your job isn’t to worry—it’s simply to obey. Can you do that?”
Her breathing was rapid and shallow as she nodded.
“Very good.” He held her arm as he guided her off the stage, but she was steady on her feet and still wearing the pool shoes. Excellent.
After releasing her, he used the leash to pull her toward a trail off to one side, setting a fast pace to take her out of her comfort zone. Reinforcing that she had no control.
He chose a clearing that had several dangling glow sticks. Whatever they did tonight, he wanted to see her face. Needed to. Shadows danced across the sparse grass as the lights swayed in the wind. The quarter moon was high in the sky, lending a silvery light, and Xavier shook out the blanket in the center of the clearing.
Frowning, Abby took a step toward the more secluded areas under the trees and cast him a look of appeal.
He ignored it. “Kneel.”
As she dropped to her knees, he walked around her in a Dom’s inspection, enjoying the sight. Her fairness made it seem as if the moonlight had come to life. A fairy-tale elf with a wonderfully lush body.
And her mouth…
“All right, my little war prize, time to pay.” He stepped in front of her. She’d lowered her bound hands to cover her bare pussy, and when she looked up at him, he quietly set his foot on the leash.
Standing a few inches from her face, he took his time as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Her breathing quickened.
His cock had been painfully erect for most of the game and sprang free of his clothing with a heady rush of freedom. Patience. Age removed the ability to get off several times in a night, replacing it with the control to stay erect for hours. Since he planned to come in her cunt, he’d start with that pretty mouth.
After curving his hand behind her skull, he guided her forward, tilting his cock to a good angle for her. Her lips closed around him, and her hot, wet mouth slid down his shaft in a way that made his balls tighten. Gripping her hair with both hands, he set her to a fast rhythm.
The first time his cock went farther than her comfort zone, she tried to raise her hands, and the leash under his foot jerked. Another jerk. Her eyes lifted to his.
“Just your mouth, pet. Nothing else.” He’d taken away her ability to control how she’d suck him off. He studied her face, her shoulder and neck muscles, then let her pull back until tiny puffs of air hit the head of his shaft. Anxiety was good, but he didn’t want her terrified.
Her jagged breathing steadied, and after a few seconds, she pushed forward, loosening her jaw to take him deeper. Good little sub. She continued sweetly sucking and licking, even when he held her head still and started to thrust lightly in and out of her mouth. “You feel wonderful, little fluff.”
She gave a tiny feminine grunt and worked harder. Her tongue licked a hot strip up the underside of his cock, circled the head, and ran down. Back up, teasing the thick veins on the way. He didn’t force her to take all of him—they’d work on that later. Instead he made encouraging noises and kept a steady rhythm, pleased with how her eyes had closed and she leaned into her task.
Her thighs were pressed together—bad submissive—and he grinned as she squirmed, aroused by what she was doing to him. When she sucked harder, his hands tightened in her hair. Her enthusiasm and sweetness unraveled his control faster than any perfect technique could.
When his balls began to draw up, he stepped back, holding her hair to keep her from following. After the heat of her mouth, the cool night air was like a slap against his wet cock. “Hands and knees.”
She gave him a hot, anxious look and wiggled herself into position, leaning on her elbows.
After zipping himself back up—which wasn’t easy—he dug in his pocket for the prize he’d selected. A considerate person had taped a battery to the package, and he grinned. After lubing the anal plug, he pulled Abby’s ass cheeks apart and drizzled lube over her small, puckered hole.
AS ABBY FELT cold liquid trickle between her buttocks, she panicked. Yes, he’d won her asshole, but he was huge. He’d kill her for sure—or she’d wish he had. “No. Please, Xavier!”
She tried to crawl away, but he gripped her hips and pulled her back.
“Relax, pet.” His deep, calm voice steadied her. “I’m not going to take you anally. Not tonight.”
Oh, thank you, God.
“However, I did win this hole, and I intend to play with it.” He pressed something against the rim, and her anxiety skyrocketed. Sounding as if he was trying not to laugh, he said, “That seems fair.”
No, no, it didn’t. But he wasn’t asking her.
The anal plug was cold and slick as it pushed in a little, retreated, pushed in farther. Burning spread as her muscles resisted, and she tightened them, trying to close against him.
“This is not behavior I like to see.” The disapproval made her eyes burn.
“I’m sorry, my liege.” Her fingers curled into the blanket as she forced herself to relax.
“Much better.” The plug pressed lightly against her. “Abby, you’ll find this easier if you push down, like you’re expelling something.”
Easier would be good. She tried. The plug felt smooth and huge. It burned as it stretched the ring of muscles, finally settling inside her with a soundless plop. Uncomfortable and big—but not nearly as large as Xavier.
“Breathe, pet. Breathe.”
She hauled in a breath, trying to relax around the oddness of something…there. It felt foreign. Wrong. Exciting. As she shivered, the burn flowed outward to encompass her entire core, filling her with a monstrous need. Please, take me.
With a low laugh Xavier ran his hands over her bottom. “Look at you wig
gle. I thought you’d enjoy that—as will I, since you’ll be extremely tight when my cock is in your pussy.
The promise—threat—made her vagina clench.
Without warning, he firmly rolled her onto her back. His hair had come unbraided during the hunt, and the black silk spilled over his shoulders and onto her stomach with teasing, feather-like touches. Despite his aristocratic bones, his moonlit face appeared almost savage.
And she wanted him with every beat of her heart. She opened her legs.
“Not yet, pet. I watched your breasts wobbling and bouncing all night,” he said. “I’m going to play with them before I continue collecting my prizes.” His grin flashed and disappeared. After pushing her legs together, he straddled her, settling enough of his weight on her pelvis to push the plug deeper, making her squeak. Making him laugh.
His crotch rested on her mound, and his jeans scraped just above her clit whenever he moved. Heat kept growing inside her.
He ran his finger under the ropes binding her. “Tingles or numbness or cold or pain?”
“No, sir.”
“Good.” He lifted her arms over her head, setting her bound wrists to press on the top of her scalp. Holding her leash, he tipped her far enough to run the rope down her spine, between her buttocks and labia, then back up so the end rested below her breasts. His experimental tug proved that the rope rubbed the side of her clit and moved the butt plug.
Her breath caught when he tugged harder, setting nerves jangling in her pussy. Her ass. He smiled down at her. “If you don’t move, I won’t use the leash…much.”
Leaving the rope lying like a threat against her stomach, he squirted his tube of lotion all over her heavy breasts. The scent of lemon and vanilla filled the air. His big hands fondled her, massaging the lotion in, then sliding up almost to her nipples and away. Acting as if he had all the time in the world, he simply…played. Pushing them together and gliding his palms in from the outside. Squeezing in a milking motion, first one, then the other.
Her breasts swelled. When his fingers slid over the tightly bunched peaks, she arched into his hands as the glorious sensation flowered outward.
“Mmmmh, I knew you’d react like this,” he murmured as his sure hands never stopped in the most erotic massage she’d ever known. Her breasts felt tight, hot, and the heat grew, melting down through her body to settle in her pussy. Her hips wiggled.
He tsk-tsked at her and gave the rope a sharp tug.
The butt plug rammed against the sensitive nerves in her asshole at the same time the rope scraped beside her clit. Her too tight, needy clit. “Ahhh!” She couldn’t keep from squirming even more.
He tugged on the rope in admonishment, but she could only groan. Everything down there throbbed, and she’d never wanted to be taken so badly.
“Getting a bit needy, pet?” A crease appeared in his cheek, and if she hadn’t been dying, she’d have sworn at him. “Let’s take care of your little problem, then.”
He pushed her legs apart. As he pulled the rope away, she whimpered. Her clit felt raw and far too sensitive, pulsing over her entrance that begged to be filled. With hard fingers, he separated her labia and nudged the hood back. His smile flickered. “All puffy and pink. Very pretty.”
He flipped her onto her hands and knees. With a hand under her chest, he mercilessly pulled her bound hands off to the right and lowered her onto her left shoulder. The side of her face pressed into the blanket, her bottom tilted up in the air, and she had no way to prevent anything that might happen.
She tried to move, and a hand between her shoulders held her in place. “Now you understand, Abby. The control is mine, and you’ll take what I give you.” As he leaned down, his eyes trapped her gaze, reinforcing the knowledge.
Left with no escape, her body relaxed into acceptance. As her mind bowed under the inevitable, a peaceful hum filled her head.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured and straightened. Calloused hands stroked over her back and downward. After kneading her bottom, he wiggled the plug, making her whimper at the unfamiliar zinging of nerves.
She heard his zipper, the rustle of a condom wrapper, and then the head of his cock pushed at her entrance. He slid in slightly, retreated, pressed farther with the same movements he’d used with the anal plug.
She groaned as he advanced. Too tight. With the plug in she was too full. When her thighs tried to push her forward and away, his grip on her hip tightened. “Easy, Abby.”
His low voice called to her, wrapped around her. Pulling in a breath, she made her muscles relax again to offer what he demanded. To gift him with herself.
He stilled. Then he swept his hands down her spine in a rush of sensation, warming her with his heat and attention.
His cock pushed again. Farther. Stretch, slide, stretch. As she pulsed around the intrusion, the discomfort changed to pleasure but still was too much. Overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop shaking. She moaned.
Startled at the sound, she tensed and realized she heard people in the forest—the slap of flesh on flesh, whimpers and groans and moaning. That meant they could hear her and Xavier.
He stopped, his thighs hot against hers. “All in,” he said.
“Shhh!”
Even as she cringed at what she’d said, he laughed. Laughed. “Needless to say, trying to silence your Dom is a mistake.” He tapped a finger on her bottom as he considered…as she throbbed around him, unable to move.
“Every time I thrust, you will give me a noise—a groan, a scream, or a moan—loud enough for everyone to hear. If not, they’ll hear the sound of my hand on your ass.”
No. No no no.
He pulled back and slammed into her. Oh, she couldn’t. She swallowed her moan.
The splat of his hand—and her yelp at the stinging pain—was probably loud enough to be heard in Bear Flat.
He thrust again, and her lips instinctively pressed closed.
“Stubborn little submissive.” He slapped her other buttock.
Pain burst; then the sting merged with the heat low in her pelvis.
His hand pushed between her butt cheeks, and the anal plug started to vibrate.
She jerked as every nerve back there jolted and tingled.
He chuckled. “I can feel the vibrations. Very nice.” He pressed deeper inside her as if to enjoy and stroked his hands over her.
“Make noise, Abby.” He slid out and plunged in hard. Her groan at the unexpected pleasure couldn’t be stopped. When he was in, stretching her around him, the vibrations felt too, too intense. The slick slide of his hard cock out was…incredible.
“That’s better. Keep the noise coming, pet.” In. Out. In. Out. With each thrust, his hair washed over her skin, her cheek dug into the blanket, and her body shook with pleasure. She could hear her own moans as the pressure inside her built higher. It was so good and yet not enough.
He increased the pace, and the rushing in her head grew until she couldn’t tell if she was making noise or not. He hammered her and then slowed.
She groaned. The air was thick. Hot. Sweat trickled down her back. Her core was too tight, throbbing and riding the edge of reaching the peak. But not.
He bent forward, his rock-hard chest on her back, and she squeaked as his cock bumped her cervix. His groin pushed the anal plug deeper. So full. Her moan came out long and deep, making him huff a laugh.
His hand settled beside her head, his arm a column on which his weight rested. He slid his other hand down her belly to her mound.
When one hard finger rubbed over her swollen clit, her entire body clenched. “Oooo. Oh God.”
“Now that’s a good sound, pet.”
His finger went lower to slicken in her wetness. Then, with a hard thrust, his shaft stretched her, even as his finger slid along the tight nub. She gasped as the two sensations hit, and he laughed.
Laughed as he moved his finger over her, his hammering thrusts accompanying the movements like drums with a saxophone.
She tr
ied to groan for him and realized she was moaning continuously. Vibrations beat at her from behind. His cock filled her. Emptied her. Filled her. And his finger never stopped teasing her clit, driving her higher and higher.
Pressure coiled in her core, in her whole lower half, pulling her senses after it, until her universe was made up of movement, the slick slide of his finger, of his cock. Her thighs quivered, her fingernails dug into her palms, and slowly, inevitably, every muscle grew rigid.
“Let it go, pet,” he murmured, and his finger went sideways, over the top of her clit. Everything inside her clamped down and then blasted open, sending pleasure singing within her veins, her nerves, down to her toes, until her body shuddered with it. Over and over.
Mercilessly gripping her hips, Xavier slammed into her, keeping the waves of sensation rolling through her. His fingers tightened painfully, and then he came inside her with a growl of satisfaction.
He leaned over her, his lips on her nape, his body hot above her, and she tried to rouse her mind, but it had gone dead. Erratic spasms made her jerk, her legs shook, and she was sure she’d had at least one heart attack.
“Hold on for a moment, pet.” He pressed a kiss to her nape and squeezed her shoulder before pulling out and removing the anal plug as well.
Empty and shaking, she couldn’t find the willpower to move.
“Let me get you unbound.” With gentle hands he rolled her onto her back and removed the ropes. As he massaged the dented skin, she stared at him, feeling lost. A couple of minutes ago, she’d needed him physically; now it was all emotional. Tears prickled behind her eyes. I don’t like this.
“Shhh. You’re exhausted, little fluff.” He slid down on the blanket beside her and propped his head up on a hand. His face was all shadows, while hers was in the moonlight, open to read as he stroked a big hand up and down her breasts, and her belly. Petting her, soothing her. His body warmed her on that side, and his hair tickled as the wind feathered it over her skin. “Just rest for a bit. I’m here.”
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