Breaking Me In- The Complete Series

by Penelope L'Amoreaux

The pressure was building in me. He knew it, but he wouldn’t touch me where I wanted the most. I was primed to detonate but he wouldn’t let me. I knew what he wanted. Writhing under his hands, I struggled to find release. He was taunting me, my orgasm remaining just out of reach until my legs were quivering and my body burning with the pin-pricking need to climax.

  “Yes, please, just make me come!”

  “Yes, what? I want you to beg me.” He withdrew all of his fingers then, leaving me so wanton and crazed with need that my hips bucked and swayed. He kept me pinned down, though, my face pressed into his mattress. I cried and mewled.

  “Ask me, Alice.” His voice was soft, careful.

  “Please fuck my ass, Mark. Make me come and fuck my tight ass!” I cried. I was so desperate to climax I would let him do anything to me.

  Instantly his fingers grabbed my clit, stroking and pinching it. My orgasm exploded, my whole body jerking while I screamed. He continued to rub circles around my swollen clit and pussy, dragging my climax out into delicious waves.

  As I came down I tried to collapse but Mark wouldn’t let me, one hand keeping a firm grip on my hip.

  “Good girl. Now I’m going to do the same thing to your ass I did to your pussy, ok? I’m going to warm you up before I fuck you.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “It shouldn’t. If it does, I’ll stop, ok?”

  It was strange, this gentle tone he was taking, so different from the man who had just made me beg. Whimpering, I looked around at him and nodded.

  “Keep your ass in the air like this.”

  I heard a drawer open and then a cap pop off.

  And then his fingers were at my tight asshole, massaging cold lube on to it. The heat of our bodies and his fingers quickly warmed it up, though. I felt a fingertip pressing into my entrance. Slowly, he pushed in. My instinct was to tighten and keep him out.

  “Shhhhh. Relax and breath. Let me in.”

  So I did. Just like I relaxed my walls so that William could take control of my body, I focused and worked and releasing my ass.

  He worked me, then, one finger dipping in and out, spreading the lube. Soon it was two, then three fingers in my ass. He was right—they all fit. And more than that…it felt good. I found I loved the sensation of being stretched around him. The more his fingers worked into me, the more I felt a familiar tugging in my groin, my pussy beginning to recover, tingling and hot.

  “God, you are so tight here.” He pulled his finger out for me and I sighed, surprised at how much I missed them already. I heard the foil of a condom wrapper tearing.

  Then he returned, he placed his hand between my shoulder blades again. Feeling pinned yet open and vulnerable made me want him to take me even more.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  “God, yes, please fuck me.” I meant it. I wanted him in my tight asshole.

  I felt him push in a little, my ring stretching more around his big cock than I had around his fingers. I just worked on relaxing, taking deep breaths. I trusted him.

  Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into me. It was unreal, feeling almost as if he was splitting me in two as he pushed in.

  “Ahhhhh, you’re so hot and snug.” He moaned, his hips jerking forward. His cock sank in all the way, his balls slapping my wet pussy. For a minute he just waited, allowing me to adjust.

  Then he moved both hands up and grabbed my hips. He pulled out, out all the way until just the tip was in me. I mewled, wanting. Mark slammed back in.

  He fucked my ass, making me moan and howl. I felt his balls slapping my pussy each time he slammed home.

  I didn’t think the sensations could get more intense, but he reached and grabbed my hair, jerking my head up. My lower back arched and he was able to pound even deeper, plunging into me.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded, his breaths coming in sharp rasps.

  My fingers went to my clit. My body was a bow, pulled tight by his grip in my hair, lodged on his cock. The feeling of him fucking my ass felt so good. My fingers furiously circled my swollen clit.

  We came together, him thrashing above me and me spasming below, my body jerking.

  Together we collapsed on the bed. He was still inside me, slowly growing softer until he fell out with a plop.

  Mark wrapped his arm around my body, snuggling close. I sighed as he began to thumb my nipple.

  “Do you feel broken in now?”

  “Mmmm… in the best way.”

  Chapter Six

  “What the hell is going on here?” William was standing in Mark’s doorway, scowling at my body snuggled close to Mark’s. We must have drifted off to sleep.

  Rubbing my nap from my eyes, I sat and gazed at William. He was beautiful when he was incensed. Shame began to burn through my skin as I realized what he was seeing. Quickly I bolted from the bed, trying to keep a sheet wrapped around me. Not that it mattered, he had seen me naked before. This felt different though, being caught with Mark.

  God, what he must think of me.

  Mark stayed calm, though. He rolled onto his back, unashamed of his nudity. Hell, his cock was starting to grow hard again and I realized that he was turned on by getting caught.

  “It is exactly what it looks like, Will.” Oh, I wanted to slap the smug grin off of Mark’s face as he said that.

  “William, it isn’t what it looks like.” The tremor in my voice spoke volumes more than my lie.

  “Oh, Alice, yes it is. You and I have been fucking in here without poor William to watch.”

  That was when William exploded. He launched himself at the bed, pinning Mark down and a fist hovering, ready to crash into Mark’s face. Will’s face was twisted in anger. I watched as a small bead of sweat dripped down, landing on Mark to the left of his mouth. The tension in the air was almost unbearable.

  Mark’s tongue snaked out and licked the sweat. I froze, waiting for the fist that was still up to come slamming down. Instead, William let out a choked moan. I watched in confused horror as Mark spread his legs, wrapping them up and around William’s waist. He rocked his hips up into William’s, grinding them together.

  “Stop,” William hissed. He punched down but hit the bed beside Mark, grasping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. I could hear his short, quick inhales from where I stood. Hell, I could smell it, the arousal mixing in with the scent of sex that already permeated the room. It was arousing and uncomfortable, not knowing if I was intruding or should try and stop what was happening.

  “Stop what, Will?” There was a cruelty to Mark’s voice, a taunting I recognized from my own recent encounter with him. It made me feel cheap, knowing he used the same withering seduction technique on just anyone. It made me angry that I fell for it, a raging heat building in my gut.

  “Fuck you, Mark. You know we need to be training. Alice and I aren’t ready.” Heaving his body off of Mark’s, William slunk off of the bed and stood near me. Not as close as I would have liked, and I worried it was distaste keeping him so distant.

  “I’m…I’m ready when you are, William. To practice.” I didn’t sound ready, though. I sounded like I felt: a dejected animal that wanted to crawl into a hole. Being used by William, being used by Mark, by the entire fucking mission was getting to be a little too much. Maybe Mark had been right in that—no one deserved to be used the way I was.

  “Fine. Mark?” William was all business again. As if I hadn’t just watched him almost lose it to another man grinding on him.

  “Whatever.”

  We got dressed and went to the training room, each afraid to speak. Once inside, I waited for directions.

  “Well?” Mark was already shrugging back out of his clothes. Apparently he had only worn them for our convenience. I hated that he was so clinical in his actions.

  “I’m going to slip into Alice. Salvatore is known for some eclectic tastes. Unfortunately, Alice, some of those tastes involve pain. Since I share all of your sensations, we’re going to try some things that might
hurt. I need to make sure I can stay in you through pleasure or pain.”

  My throat felt as if it was closing up. “What do you mean? Who would want to hurt someone during sex?”

  I felt Mark’s hands slip around my waist. “Remember what we did earlier? You thought that was going to hurt, but it didn’t, not really. This is sort of like that. Some people enjoy their pleasure tinged with pain. It can heighten the sensations you feel.”

  I bit my lip as I considered this. The orgasms I had already experienced had been blindingly intense. I wasn’t sure I believed the body could feel more.

  “I’m not sure… ” My hesitation stemmed from more than fear of pain. As much as I had said I was ready to practice, I was reluctant to let William in. My shame at being caught with Mark was lingering below the surface.

  “I understand, Alice. But you made a choice to commit to this mission, and there is a good chance something like this will come up. Salvatore likes to use, in every sense of the word, his conquests.”

  There is was again. Likes to use… So, I’d be used no matter what. Something in that gave me a feeling akin to courage, but shadowed with apathy.

  “Fine. Come on in, I guess.” With that, I pushed my walls down. Before I had been so nervous that I had struggled to let William control me. This time, whether it was because of my anger at Mark or that fact that sex wasn’t as new, it was easy.

  I immediately sensed William in my mind.

  We’ll get through this, Alice. He was being kind, I knew, but I was too jaded to accept it.

  Let’s just do what we need to, okay? I was ready to move on. Sleep with Salvatore, get the secrets I needed, and then… I didn’t know. I’d cross that bridge when I got there.

  Mark was already naked. He came to me and, with William assisting by moving my limbs, removed all of my clothing. The cold air chilled me and my nipples became painfully erect.

  “Stand here,” Mark commanded. William held my body still and we watched Mark move to a chest of drawers. He opened the bottom drawer and began to pull things out; a black silk tie, some kind of silver clamps, some rope, and what looked like a ball with fabric on either side.

  “Come over to me, Alice.” My instinct was to slam down my walls and march over to him. As much as I was afraid of the pain, I also remembered my all too recent encounter with Mark. He had taken me in a place I didn’t know could be pleasurable. This could be the same thing and, despite my feeling upset at the situation, a tremor or anticipation ran through me.

  However, William was still in control of me. He moved my legs, stiffly at first but quickly getting the hang of it. By the time my body reached Mark I didn’t look like I felt—like a marionette.

  “I’m going to tie you up, Alice.”

  My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “If I’m tied up, what is the point of William?”

  “You aren’t the only one practicing letting him in. He is trying to learn to extract while maintaining control of you. All on top of trying to make it look natural. This is a test for both of you. You’ll have to continue to have the presence of mind to let him in while being tied up and subjected to some pain. He’ll have to work on seizing any moment my body comes into contact with yours, while also dealing with the stimulation you feel. See?”

  I nodded like I did, but it still didn’t make much sense. Apparently nothing was up to me, though, so I was just going to let whatever happened, happen.

  “Put your forearms together behind your back.” William moved me, my hands grabbing opposite elbows behind me. My shoulders had a good deal of flexibility, so it wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, but I was embarrassed by how the position made my tits jut out.

  Grabbing the rope from the bed, Mark moved behind me. He wrapped it tightly around my arms, securing them together from elbow to elbow. He pulled the rope so tight I felt a twinge of discomfort.

  “Ouch!”

  “Sorry, babe. Breath in and out and then tell me if you really need me to loosen them.”

  I wanted to protest, but William must have known.

  He’s right, Alice. Is this really too much to bear, or are you just frightened?

  Fine. I took a big inhale, letting my lungs expand and closing my eyes. As I slowly released the breath, I realized that no, it didn’t hurt that much. I looked at Mark. His dark eyes were dancing, waiting on me.

  “Keep going.”

  “That’s my girl.” His girl? Is that what I was? We barely knew each other. Well, other than in the obvious, intimate ways. Besides, I still wasn’t sure what to make of his seduction earlier. He had claimed to have wanted me for so long, but then used our intimacy as a weapon against William, cheapening it.

  Leaning over, Mark grabbed the silver clamps next. “These are going to be a bit more uncomfortable.” He held them in one hand while his other reached and palmed my right breast. I moaned as he kneaded it, his thumb beginning to skim and tease my nipple. It quickly raised to a tight point and every touch of his sent a jolt of arousal straight to my groin.

  Mark pinched one of the clamps to open it, and then let it close on my nipple.

  “Ohhhhh,” I gasped. It wasn’t painful, exactly. But the pressure the tiny clamp exerted on my sensitive areola was overwhelming.

  Breathe, Alice. You’re pushing me out. Well of course I was. Who would focus on letting someone in when their breast was now a focal point of intense pressure.

  Suddenly I understood that this was going to be so much harder than losing my virginity. If this was what Salvatore had in mind for my body, we were in big trouble.

  As I wrestled to let William back in, Mark was at work at my other breast. His expert fingers pinched and twisted until he could easily clamp my other nipple. With both of them in their vices, a jolt of pleasure streaked to my pussy, which quickly became soaking wet.

  “Hold on, both of you.” William sat up and moved to a closet. He rustled inside until he produced something long and thin. With a swoop of his arm, I heard the tiniest “crack” and realized it was a riding crop.

  “Use this. She’s struggling. We need to up the ante.”

  Fuck you, William, I screamed at him mentally.

  I swear this is to help you. We need this level of practice. Nothing is off the table with Salvatore and you’ll be glad to not be blindsided by him.

  “Better to be blindsided by friends?” I spoke aloud, despite knowing Mark was not in on William’s and my telepathic back and forth.

  It must not have mattered to him, because he grabbed the black silk next. “Speaking of blind…”

  He knotted it around my eyes, shutting out all of the light. My body wobbled and thank goodness for William’s control or I would have fallen.

  Shhhh, it’s ok. I’ll keep you up. You just work on keeping your walls down, ok?

  I can do that. You work on trying to extract, buddy. You have the easy job, I think.

  I heard William’s laugh. With the blindfold on it sounded louder, richer.

  It’s not as easy as you think. You look… incredible right now.

  His words cut through me and made me gasp. Until now, we had only shared the intimacy of a shared mind and body. I didn’t think he found me attractive, though. The image of how I must look to him formed in my mind: standing helpless, arms bound and chest out, blindfold masking my eyes… it was an erotic vision. Suddenly I felt incredibly sexy.

  There wasn’t time to revel in my new-found confidence, though.

  “Open your mouth.” I did, and the ball went in. I realized that it was a gag of some sort because Mark secured it at the nape of my neck. Drool began to pool at the sides of my mouth as it stretched to accommodate the large rubber mass in it.

  “Gorgeous.” Mark’s voice was like it had been before, when it had been just me and him. Raspy. Dark. Primal. Like when he had taken me in my fundament, he was enjoying this, was going to take what he wanted from me.

  I wanted to be angry at him. Instead my anger was directed at myself because damn it, despi
te it all, I was becoming so turned on my clit was beginning its delicious ache.

  I felt Mark’s hands on me. William worked in tandem with him by making my body pliable and both of them guided me to kneeling on the bed, my ass in the air and my face pressed into the mattress.

  Ok, Alice. He’s going to use the crop on you. Try not to kick me out.

  Snap! Oh, fuck. Easy for him to say. A thin streak of pain lit up on my backside. The crop left a concentrated line of pain on my cheek. I yelped into the gag, my mind already beginning to cloud.

  Alice, here’s where you need to focus, babe. Focus on me, if you need to. But don’t let your mind wander or you’ll push me out.

  The crop slapped down two, three more times. Mark alternated between my buttocks and exposed thighs. Every time the crop’s smart top made contact, I felt red and knew my skin would show the lines of Mark’s handiwork. Vaguely I wondered if they would disappear before Salvatore came. I wouldn’t be a virgin for him, but that could be faked. He wasn’t expecting already used goods.

  “Spread your legs.” I moaned in fear at Mark’s words, but William made my body comply all the same.

  Connect with me, Alice. Listen to my voice and this will be fine.

  There was the sharp sting of the crop on my pussy and I screamed, but I could hear William in my mind over the pain and surprise. He hummed, whispered, anything to keep me from doing what I wanted, which was to disappear into myself. Then again, his calming reminders of his presence in my body and mind diverted my attention to the pain the crop was bringing to my swollen pussy.

  As the crop hit again, I realized that there was blood rushing to the skin that had felt its bite. My pussy was swelling, luscious and wet, all the more tender and vulnerable in its exposed state.

  That’s it, babe, you’re doing well. I can feel it, you know. If you let it, like you are now, it can feel good.

  How come I can’t hear you screaming in pain, Mister?

  This is what I’ve been practicing. You know that. Salvatore can’t know I’m in your body.

  Oh. Right.

  Trust me, though. I’m still feeling this.

  I was so lost in my conversation with William that I didn’t notice the crop wasn’t hitting me anymore.