The stern tone in his voice set off butterflies in her stomach. Nervous, scared, but at the same time deeply aroused, Rylie approached. She had to step up on the footstool to get her body in position. Sullivan made no move to help. He sat silently, simply waiting for her to stop fidgeting. Rylie realized that being required to assume the humiliating position herself aroused her even more. Finally, when she was draped over him, he shifted his legs to push her bottom up higher than her head.
“You’ve been spanked once already for wearing panties when you were told not to. Apparently you need a more serious consequence to convince you to obey the rules in the future.”
She heard him rummaging in the bag he’d brought upstairs. Then she felt his fingers, spreading apart the cheeks of her ass. Rylie froze.
“From now on, if I have to spank you a second time for the same offense, it will be while you’re wearing this reminder.”
She felt a hard, cold object pressing against her tight bottom hole. Rylie shrieked, struggling to get away. Sullivan’s hand cracked down on her quivering bottom.
“Don’t move—or I’ll simply tie you down and do this anyway, with double the number of swats. You know the rules. No cussing, no squirming to get away. Take the punishment you have coming like a good girl.”
Rylie moaned softly, remembering the reward he’d given her the last time he said she’d been a good girl when she was punished. He spread her apart again and she shuddered when she felt the tip of one finger probing insistently.
Rylie had never engaged in ass play. She was far too inhibited to allow her lovers to do anything so dirty, so wicked. But she’d fantasized about it, read the naughty descriptions of it over and over in a couple of e-books she bought. It was her guiltiest secret. Now, being forced to lie across Sullivan’s lap while he prepared to do things to her ass filled Rylie with an almost unbearable combination of fear and dark desire.
Sullivan was moving his finger, sliding it in and out of her tight hole. He’d coated it with some sort of scented lube, and he was going slowly, taking pains not to hurt her. Despite her fear, Rylie found herself wiggling around, hot with a mixture of shame and lust at the sensation of being invaded in a forbidden place.
When he pulled his finger out, she sagged against him, part relieved, part disappointed. But then she felt the cold object again, pressing relentlessly against her tight opening. She gasped as the tip slid in.
“This is a butt plug, Rylie. Have you ever had one inserted before?”
Blushing madly, she shook her head, not trusting her voice.
“It’s a tool I’ll use when you’ve been especially naughty or disobedient.” He pulled it out and held it in front of her. Rylie’s eyes widened. Small and rounded at the tip, the hard plastic sex toy flared out to an impossible width before narrowing again to end in a wide, flat base.
“No! It’s so big!” She began bucking wildly, only to have his other hand crack down on her ass again.
“This is a small one. If I have to punish you like this very often, you’ll get used to having one inserted that’s much larger. Now lie still. You’re going to get spanked with this butt plug deep inside you tonight. Then you’ll wear it for a while afterwards, just to remind you that your ass belongs to me when you’re in this house—and if I say I want to see it with no panties covering it, then you’d better not disobey me again.”
One hand spread her cheeks apart again, while with the other, he slid the tip inside her again. Rylie moaned as he began working it deeper.
“You may discover you like this. You may even ask me to do it again sometime, just for fun.” His voice was low and smooth, seductive. She shuddered as he slowly, relentlessly, increased the pressure, stretching her further apart. When he moved his other hand to dip his fingers into the wetness between her legs, she thought she’d scream.
“Oh, yeah, I can tell you’ll grow to love this.” He slid his fingers further down to stroke her clit for a moment. “But tonight, it’s not about your pleasure—at least, not yet. It’s about your punishment. When I’ve got this butt plug all the way up inside you, I’m going to take that hairbrush you chose and spank your ass with it… good and hard.”
Hearing those arrogant words, having her ass invaded while she lay helpless—Rylie almost came right then. She moaned again when he slid the cold, hard object in all the way, feeling her bottom hole squeeze around the narrow base to hold it tight inside.
But the moan turned into a scream when she felt the first whack of the hairbrush.
“Ow! Dammit, that hurts!”
“Okay, that’s one. You just earned yourself five extra strokes.”
His hand came down again and Rylie gasped in shock. She’d chosen the hairbrush because it was so much smaller than the other implements in the shop. But now, she bitterly regretted that decision. The big paddle had spread the agonizing whacks over a large surface on her well-padded ass. Now, it felt like he was putting all of his might into each stroke, all that searing pain centered on one tiny spot at a time.
She bit off another scream as the hairbrush connected again, driving the butt plug deeper. The combination of pain from the spanking and shameful pleasure from the thick, hard plug filling her ass was overwhelming.
“Stop it! Please, stop, stop!” She was crying now, begging and pleading even though she knew it would do no good. Sullivan was relentless, spanking her over and over as she bounced on his lap. Fists clenched, she beat on the mattress helplessly, burying her head in the butter-soft comforter to muffle her cries.
Sullivan carried on, spanking her until she was sure her bare bottom would be black and blue for a week. When he stopped, her chest was heaving and she hardly realized he was speaking again.
“Count these last five out loud—to remind you what happens when you swear.”
Crack! The hard wooden brush connected with her blazing bottom, harder than ever. Rylie jerked and let out a shriek.
“Aaah!”
Sullivan reached down and gave the butt plug a firm twist. She gasped.
“Count, Rylie… or I’ll have to start over.”
“O… one.”
Again she heard the harsh smack of wood against flesh and again she jerked when the lick of flame seared her tender skin.
“Two.” She began sobbing openly, her mind filled with warring emotions. The pain of the spanking was incredible, but at the same time, her pussy throbbed with need, wanting desperately to be filled with something hot and hard.
She forced herself to keep track, to count the strokes out loud. By the time Sullivan delivered number five, Rylie was shuddering so hard she could barely get the word out.
Sullivan tossed the hairbrush on the floor. His hands began tracing slow circles on her burning bottom.
“Lie down on the bed, Rylie. I have a lotion that will take away some of the sting.”
He guided her off his lap and onto the comforter, face down. Rylie couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Waves of pain poured over her but every move set off a jolt of raw lust as the plug wiggled in her ass. She felt cooling liquid being massaged into her skin, those big, tough hands touching her softly, so soothingly. When he gently nudged her legs apart, she didn’t protest. His fingers roamed down the crack of her ass, grabbing the base of the butt plug and sliding it out till just the tip was inside her. Rylie let out a soft cry, grinding her throbbing clit against the mattress.
His hands moved smoothly, with such finesse. One finger slipped inside her aching pussy, then two, while with his other hand, he slowly stroked in and out of her ass with the plug. Before she even realized it, she found herself opening her legs wider, wanting more, needing more.
“You’re getting wet again, Rylie. I love how responsive your body is. I won’t make you beg—not yet. But if you want me to continue, you have to tell me. Shall I go on?”
Pain was fading, replaced by savage desire. She squirmed under his probing fingers, then moaned when he slid the plug deep inside her again.
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bsp; “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please.”
“I have a surprise for you,” he murmured. When he added, “Don’t you dare move,” she shuddered with an intoxicating mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
She felt his body shift, heard him rummaging in the bag again. He placed a soft silk blindfold over her eyes, fastening it firmly behind her head. She panicked for a moment when he trapped both her wrists in one hand, wrapping a thin leather strap around each of them.
“Roll over onto your back.”
His voice was low and rough, setting off a bolt of lust deep inside her. Powerless to resist, Rylie did as she was told. Her hands were pulled over her head, arms spread apart and wrists securely tied to the sturdy logs of the headboard.
She groaned in pain when her burning ass touched the soft suede of the comforter. Sullivan moved swiftly, lifting her lower body to place a pillow under her hips, leaving her aching bottom suspended over the bed. Then he slid one hand down to her ankle and she felt him slip another thin strap around it. He guided her leg, spreading her wide apart as he tied the other end of the strap around one of the logs on the footboard. Then he did the same with her other leg.
Rylie could only imagine how she looked—tied spread-eagled on his bed, wearing nothing but a blindfold and black heels, legs wide apart with the base of a butt plug clearly visible in her ass. She felt him back away again. Then probing fingers parted her folds, stroked across her clit. There was a strange buzzing sound. The next moment had her bucking and squirming as a powerful vibrator pulsed against her.
Helpless to resist, she could only cry out. He kept up the sweet torture, moving it slowly back and forth across her aching clit as she strained against the ropes. Robbed of sight, unable to move, her entire being focused on the part of her body he was expertly stimulating, the sensations he was creating. Rylie felt her orgasm beginning to build, but Sullivan was far too skilled to allow her such swift release. To her dismay, he withdrew the toy. Then he began a leisurely exploration of her body with his tongue, starting at her breasts.
His mouth nibbled, then closed over one hard peak. When he sucked, an electric charge shot through her, as though there were an unseen wire connecting her nipple to her throbbing clit. Rylie whipped her head from side to side. He worked his way slowly down her body, carefully avoiding her dripping wet slit, softly biting the insides of her thighs, licking the backs of her knees. Rylie had no idea those parts of her body were so sensitive, but everywhere his lips touched seemed to become an erogenous zone.
She felt his fingers glide back up, spreading her apart. When his mouth fastened at last on her clit, she screamed. He flicked his tongue across it lightly, then sucked hard on the throbbing tip. She exploded, thrashing around. He grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her hips off the pillow and holding her immobile while continuing to suck. With the fingers of one hand, he grabbed the base of the butt plug, moving it around inside her ass. The stinging pain of his other hand gripping her punished ass mingled with the exquisite agony of his relentless assault on her clit. She came again, wave after wave flooding over her until her body went limp.
Her heart thudded against her ribs and she gasped for breath. When she heard the low buzzing sound begin again, Rylie shuddered.
“No, please, no more.”
Sullivan let out a wicked laugh.
“Haven’t you learned yet? You aren’t in control here, Rylie. You don’t get to tell me what to do—or what not to do.”
She thrashed around but the ropes held her in place. This time, the intense vibrations pulsed against the lips of her pussy… sliding just the tip inside, ever so slowly, and then withdrawing.
“You’re going to come for me again, Rylie. I’m going to tease you until you beg me to fuck you.”
Despite her protests, Rylie’s body betrayed her, responding once again at his command. The hunger that she swore had been sated flared up and she was suddenly frantic to appease it. Unable to resist, it drove her even higher than before when she felt the butt plug withdrawn, only to have it once again probe the tight opening of her ass. She dug her heels into the mattress and thrust her hips up, trying to draw the forbidden object deeper inside again, but he continued to tease and torment her, moving it slowly in and out, burying it further with each stroke. When he finally rammed it in place, she was desperate.
“Yes, oh yes.”
He stopped and she moaned.
“Say it.” His voice was hard.
Though she was ravenous, she shook her head stubbornly. If he made her speak the words, she knew she would be giving up a part of herself to him forever.
She heard the buzz of the vibrator again, felt it pulsing hard against her engorged clit. She thrashed around on the bed, straining against the ropes that held her spread-eagled, unable to stop the wild sensations.
He dipped his head, violating her again with his hot tongue.
She heard her voice as if from far away; shameless with need, hopeful that one syllable would be enough.
“Please.”
His mouth moved up to her ear; his fingers took the place of his tongue, teasing her wet velvet opening.
“Please what?”
She heard him unzip his pants, heard them drop to the floor, then felt the incredible heat, the iron-hard length of him sliding back and forth against her.
“What do you want, Rylie? Say it. Tell me. Now.”
Tied to the bed, she was powerless. Her body was his to do with as he pleased. She couldn’t grab his hard shaft and guide it deep inside, couldn’t pull away. She was left with only one way to end this torment. She could bow to his will.
She felt the thick head of his cock ease into her, just the tip, and sighed in blessed relief. When he drew back again, leaving her aching and empty, her rigid restraint finally shattered.
“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Please, please fuck me now!”
His body slid over hers and with one powerful lunge, he buried himself deep inside. When he reared back, she nearly sobbed, but it was only to ram his cock even further into her. She wanted, needed, to wrap her arms and legs around him, to bury her hands in his hair, to hold him there forever. But she was bound and spread and could only cry out his name as he took her with reckless fury. He rose to his knees and grabbed her hips with both hands as he ground up against her over and over, with a savage rhythm that brought them both to the peak.
She was lost, truly and forever lost.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me good, baby! Yes, oh yes. Give it to me…”
At her desperate cries, his intense control snapped. He came, his cock pulsing inside her as she exploded. Together, they crashed over the edge of oblivion, then soared.
Chapter Five
It was Monday, 6 P.M. Rylie sat for a moment behind the wheel of her car, working up the courage to head up the flagstone path and knock on the door. All weekend she’d been in turmoil, locked up alone in her apartment while she relived a gamut of emotions over and over. First the white-hot anger at Sullivan, then memories of the horrible embarrassment he’d subjected her to, followed by that nightmare of pain from the hairbrush spanking.
Somehow, his wicked manipulation of her body turned the pain into breathless pleasure, then into raw, savage desire he sated with multiple orgasms that rocked her to the core. She still didn’t understand how he’d done it. Her face flushed with shame every time she thought of how he’d fucked her ass with that butt plug… and how much she loved it. She cringed when she remembered actually begging him to ram that big stiff cock deep inside her.
This jumbled-up mess of intense feelings didn’t belong in the sensible, well-ordered world R. L. Duncan had created for herself, the world she’d been living in for so many years. The man was dangerous. If she could just keep these wild emotions tightly under control during the remainder of this despicable six-month ordeal, maybe she could stitch together the tattered shreds of her self-respect.
That dream was shattered the minute she walked in the door.
“Glad to see you’re on time, Rylie. Come in—and take off your clothes.”
She flushed. Though she’d expected this, even tried to prepare herself for it, there was no way she could keep that dreaded mixture of shame and unwanted arousal from hitting her right in the gut.
Once again, he stood there and observed. Not ogled—for that she could have easily hated him. Instead, he watched her every move with the calm assurance that she would simply bare her body at his command. In fact, it was his lack of what she expected as the typical male response that made her pussy wet every time. He wasn’t desperately waiting for her to strip so he could pounce. Unlike every other man she’d ever met, he was so much in control. Only the barest flicker of lust in his narrowed eyes betrayed his desire when she stepped out of her panties and forced herself to coolly meet his gaze.
“Are you hungry? I was in the mood to barbecue and pulled out a couple of steaks. Why don’t you join me on the back patio while I’m grilling?”
Whatever she expected to hear, this casual invitation certainly wasn’t it. He never waited for an answer, simply heading down the hall and through an enormous kitchen to a set of French doors that opened onto a wide deck. Rylie followed, feeling self-conscious as she stepped out the doors into the large back yard. It was bad enough being naked inside his house. Now she was apparently expected to parade around unclothed outdoors as well.
When she hesitated at the doorway, he looked back at her in surprise, as if suddenly becoming aware of her discomfort.
“Don’t worry. This property is secluded. The house sits in the middle of about five acres and there’s a wide patch of woods between my place and my nearest neighbor. Or maybe you were concerned about sunburn?” he added, with a mock air of innocence.
“It’s much too late in the day for sunburn,” Rylie replied tartly. Despite his assurances of complete privacy, she looked around nervously as she stepped onto the deck. The space was bordered on one side by a glistening pool with a rock waterfall bubbling noisily into the deep blue water at the far end. There was an outdoor kitchen area along the other side of the deck, with a stainless steel grill set into a stone base, flanked with cabinets and a granite countertop. The grill was already heating up and Sullivan gestured for her to take a seat on one of the cushioned stools lined up where the countertop extended out to create a bar.
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