by Ally Vance
Now I had no choice. This time I had to go through with it. Because it was my last chance. For weeks, I had tormented her, never once offering her a wish, even though I had promised her.
I had always intended to punish her when she wished for freedom, but I had never been able to bring myself to do it.
Kate
When I came to my senses, I realized I was tied to a chair by my arms and legs. My mouth was gagged.
Hiroshi was standing in front of me, holding something strange in his hand. It was a stick with a large ball attached to the end. I had not seen this tool lying on the dresser.
Hiroshi did not say a single word. Instead, he pressed the broad head of the instrument against my intimate opening. He swayed the head several times, sending a sudden hot jolt through my body when it reached a specific position. I expelled air sharply through my teeth, and Hiroshi stopped the movement, then I heard a clacking sound.
I stared down at my naked body to find that Hiroshi had snapped the staff’s handle into a holder.
When I looked up again to make eye contact with him, all I could see was his back. He was wearing a white T-shirt through which his enormous tattoo, which I found so sexy, shone. I watched in horror as the device’s cord ran from between my legs to his hand. He plugged it into the power socket, and the head of this wand began to vibrate against my clit.
Immediately, waves of that pleasurable sensation shot through my body that Hiroshi had so often caused me during his chastisements.
I gasped as those waves quickly became more intense. This had to be due to the size of the head that pressed hard against my opening.
Too well, I could remember that this pleasant feeling turned far too quickly into something unpleasant that reminded me of the need to go to the bathroom.
Panic quickly mingled between the feeling of well-being, and I tried to fight against my bonds. Until now, Hiroshi had stayed with me every time. At some point, he had stopped the chastisement, each time in time before I felt like I was going to empty my bladder.
Now he was not there. Until now, I had always felt pleasure in Hiroshi’s punishments; this time, it was no longer the case.
Faster and faster, the ecstasy shot through my body like a hot flash, only to be followed by the fear that I was spoiling myself with my urine.
I screamed into my gag. Alternating between pleasure and panic. But Hiroshi was not there to hear me.
Hiro
Leaving Kate alone with the wand, I marched through my house, not only to cool off but also because I was determined to finish her treatment this time. Very early on, it had become clear to me that she had no idea what a real orgasm felt like. She was going to learn that today. Even if she left me afterward.
At first, I sat on my bed and watched her via the livestream on my phone. But this time, I was unable to do so. The temptation was too high to pull the plug and release her. I could see her shame and fear in her eyes. With any other woman, I wouldn’t have cared as long as I got my way, but not with her.
So I got up and marched through my house.
But at no point did I find peace. In my mind, I was with Kate all the time.
I knew that the wand would do its work, no matter how much Kate would resist it. Only, how long would it last with her?
Kate
Soon I could think of nothing but the feeling between my legs. The hot jolts that shot through my nerves came faster and faster. It felt so damn good, and yet it was accompanied by a certain amount of pain.
I had quickly lost all control of my voice, but my own moans somehow sounded foreign to my ears.
I no longer felt the rope that bound me, only the severe vibration that I wanted more of, but also wanted it to stop.
I knew that soon it would reach the point that was too uncomfortable for me. This time, however, it wasn’t Hiroshi standing over me with a sly grin on his face.
Was he perhaps watching me?
That thought excited me, and that suddenly made everything so much worse.
Suddenly my clit felt like it was on fire. This unbearable, cramping sensation was getting worse. My body tried to squirm and jerked wildly. Tears welled up in my eyes as the feeling of hot ecstasy spread millimeter by millimeter from my pussy.
Soon I would not be able to contain it.
The shame that helped hold me back was being overtaken more and more by my lust.
I screamed into my gag and squeezed my eyes shut.
I lost the fight and let go.
A feeling of incredible relief made me feel disembodied and composed only of ecstasy. Now, I was the electricity that had tortured my nerves.
I felt drained and limp, tears streaming down my cheeks, but the head continued to vibrate between my legs. Immediately, I was electrified again. Again my nerves burned.
I could not breathe.
This time, I came so much faster.
Chapter Six
Hiro
Without really noticing it myself, I had returned to my bedroom step by step.
Once there, I held on to the door frame and listened to Kate’s moans. How much I personally wanted to be the cause of her making such sounds!
My body responded to her voice with every single fiber. This time I was unable to distance myself from her in any way.
When I heard her come for the first time, my cock became rock hard. Still, I dug my fingers into the wooden frame of the door.
“Three times,” I promised both Kate and myself.
Three times she was going to come so she wouldn’t be afraid of this feeling anymore. I closed my eyes and listened, waiting for the particular sound that told me Kate was having an orgasm.
Two more times.
Restlessly, I stepped on one foot to the other.
My mind deluded me that she was aching under my mouth, wriggling when that sound rang out one more time. Then I began pacing up and down the bedroom as I waited for the final time. It should be coming even faster now, but it wasn’t.
Had she fainted?
Kate
When I came to my senses again, I was sitting in a bathtub. It was already almost half-filled with warm water that was still running. The remarkable thing was that one arm around my back, not only holding me upright but also pressing against one shoulder. Meanwhile, the other hand was busy gently ladling water over the exposed part.
My private parts were still throbbing, but they no longer hurt. The warmth that surrounded me contributed to the fact that I was very sluggish. Only the fact that Hiroshi’s scent covered me like an invisible blanket made my mind wake up. Actually, I wanted to stay still and enjoy this moment, but when his fingers brushed a stray strand from my face, I blinked instinctively.
“Kate,” I heard him whisper, and I froze.
Hiro seemed to take that as an opportunity to pull away, but I didn’t want him to.
As fast as I could, I turned to him, grabbed his face with both hands, and pressed my slightly opened lips to his.
Hiro
Kate caught me stone-cold but in a good way. I was absolutely surprised by her actions. I barely felt her dainty, wet hands on my cheeks, her delicate lips on my mouth all the more. At that moment, I was her prisoner and not vice-versa. I closed my eyes and gave myself to this kiss, but only for a moment. My mind was no longer the master of my body when her tongue entered my mouth and nudged mine. I wonder if she was aware of what she was doing.
Our kiss deepened, changing from tender to hungry, and my body awoke like a wild animal.
Somehow, I turned off the water before wrapping both arms around her and burying one of my hands in her hair to pull her to me.
For so long, I had held her at arm’s length, but now Kate had broken the chains that kept me in check. I didn’t care that my T-shirt and suit pants were soaking wet when I pulled her out of the bathtub. I wanted to feel her body against mine. I needed to feel her body around me.
Kate
When Hiroshi lifted me out of the tub easily, I knew what I wanted. I
saddled his lap and stood on my knees. Feeling his body through the wet T-shirt almost drove me crazy, while his kisses took my breath away.
I had to have him inside me. I quickly slid my hands down his chest to undo his belt, then the head of his pants, and finally the zipper. I could feel his hot cock pulsing under my hand, but I couldn’t reach it in this position.
“I want you,” I spoke hoarsely into his mouth.
“Is that what you want, little hummingbird?” Hiroshi asked me in the same tone, and his question carried me like a lightning strike.
I knew exactly what it meant. I had a choice: my freedom or Hiroshi.
“Yes,” I answered.
His hands slipped from my body, and for a moment, I feared I had said the wrong thing. But Hiroshi only pulled down his pants, including his underpants. A moment later, I felt the hot tip of his penis against my opening.
“Then take me,” he said, and I lowered my hips onto his lap.
I could feel him slowly penetrating me as Hiroshi’s hands gripped my hips.
Nevertheless, he let me set the pace. It was such an indescribable feeling to feel him inside me as if we were a perfect match. Again, I felt these waves of pleasure rolling through my body—only this time of a deeper place. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to hold that feeling as I felt Hiroshi move inside me. His hands slid to my back, allowing me to lean further back. But then, I felt his lips close around my left nipple.
Another pleasurable sensation shot through my body. It was almost too much.
Desperately, I gasped for air, and then again, as Hiroshi continued. With huge strides, I approached the abyss again, which caused me so much fear. And that, although what lay beyond it, was so much more wonderful.
Hiro
When Kate’s body closed around me, it took all my control not to immediately come inside her. Just hearing her say that she wanted me almost made me feel like I was a fucking teenager.
The fact that she took a moment to get used to me inside her bought me time because it felt so indescribably good. Almost like it was my first time too. I wanted to show her how incredible sex could be.
I enclosed her nipple with my lips, but that already made her shiver. A tremor ran through her body, and again, I fought for my control.
“I can’t,” she quivered and began to roll her hips, drawing a moan from my throat.
That sound seemed to encourage her even more. Her hands grabbed mine and placed them on her hips again. I obeyed and grabbed them to penetrate her even deeper.
“Kate,” I gasped, for she was so wet now it was taking my mind away.
“Come with me!” she pleaded desperately.
Kate
As Hiroshi’s hands closed possessively around my hips and pulled me hard on top of him, I felt that tormenting lust take full possession of my body. I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up. The slightest movement of him inside me made it thousand times worse and better at the same time.
Hiroshi also fulfilled my second wish without hesitation. Even more, when I felt him coming inside me, he brought me to another orgasm with it. But this one was so much better, so much more right.
It was perfect.
I wrapped my arms around him and didn’t let go even when our bodies stilled. He also held me in a tight embrace.
“Now, I’m not going to let you go,” he murmured against my neck as he buried his face in my hair.
“I don’t want you to,” I replied.
Hiroshi didn’t say a word. Maybe he didn’t know what he wanted to say or feared saying something that would make me change my mind.
“I can see you too, Hiroshi,” I whispered.
This time it was his hands that framed my face and his lips that closed over my mouth. And I returned his kiss.
The End.
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Ensnared
Ryleigh Sloan
Prologue
Raine - Age 17
I straddle Dale reverse-cowgirl style and slide onto his rigid cock, the sound of his groan as I sheath him helps to push the lump that has been in my throat all day down a bit.
“Yeah, baby! That’s right. Take all of him.”
My gaze locks with Asher’s. His steel-gray eyes rove over my entire body while he fists his cock and bites his lip. I’m drenched. So turned on by riding Dale while Asher watches us from where he’s seated on the floor of the barn—his naked back leaning against one of the beams—that I know I’m going to come so fucking hard.
Dale sits up; his cock pushes deeper into me as his hands come around to cup my breasts from behind, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while I struggle to fuck him slowly instead of bouncing on him hard and coming in three strokes. I need this to last. To get out of my head. To forget for a short while, and if I come too soon, it will all be over.
“How does he feel, baby? Is it good? Does he feel good inside you?” Asher’s voice rasps over my overheated skin as Dale’s lips place a kiss on my neck.
“You feel so fucking good, Raine,” Dale breathes. “So good. I feel that sweet pussy of yours clenching around my cock.”
“Fuck!” Asher moans, and in one lithe motion, he’s off the floor and standing in front of me, his torn jeans resting low on his hips. He traces my mouth with his cock, the bead of precum coating my lips. I dart out my tongue, tasting him, his saltiness heady and needed. I open my lips, taking him in as my hands go to his hips, and I continue to move up and down on Dale’s thick length.
“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good. So damn good,” Asher says. The panther tattooed across his torso looks like it is writhing on his skin as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. A sob catches as I remember Samuel saying the very same words to me, two years ago today. The day they took him away from us. Me away from them. Asher’s cock thrusting in and out of my mouth covers the sound of my sobs, but they do nothing to stem the flow of tears running down my cheeks and dripping onto Dale’s legs.
“Jesus!” Asher stops his thrusts, tucking his still hard cock back into his jeans. “Baby, what’s the matter?”
I shake my head as I feel Dale shift beneath me. His strong arms lift me and turn me around so he can see my face. The concern in his amber eyes nearly breaks me.
“Raine, talk to us. Did I hurt you?” Dale’s voice hitches on a breath as he asks.
I try to speak, but more tears stream down my face. The guys exchange a look and do that thing they do where it’s almost like they’re having a telepathic conversation. It used to wig me out, but now I’m so used to it from the cousins. Dale shifts again, pressing his back against the bale of hay while Asher grabs his t-shirt and gently pulls it over my head, covering up my naked body. It’s unnecessary. I don’t care if I’m naked or clothed—my body never feels like my own anyway—but it’s a nice gesture.
Dale rakes a hand through his blond hair before he wipes my tears with his thumbs. “Talk to us, Raine. You’re fucking scaring me.”
I’m scaring me.
I’ve never cried a d
ay in my life. I had no idea what heartache was until they ripped me from the farm and forced me to live in foster care with a bunch of strangers in a foreign society. And even then, I hadn’t cried. But now that I’ve started, I can’t seem to make myself stop.
Asher pulls a flask from his back pocket and twists off the cap before pressing it gently to my lips.
“Here, have something to drink.”
The liquid burns going down and gives me a small reprieve from the agonizing tears tearing at my throat.
“Please tell us what’s wrong,” Asher asks, and I realize I need to get my shit together to be fair to the guys.
“It’s been two years.”
They share another look.
“What has?” Dale asks, his fingers running up and down my spine.
“I came to live here two years ago today.”
Another look. One that tells me they’re getting it.
“Do you miss your old life?” Dale asks, his hand smoothing back my black tangled tresses.
“They tell me I shouldn’t. That it was wrong.”
“How do you feel?” Asher offers me another drink.
I take the flask and put it to my lips, gulping down a few large swigs before answering. “Like they are right. For the first time since I came here, I feel like maybe they are right, but I still miss it. I still miss them.”
Dale looks down, his throat works a deep swallow, and the same feeling I’ve been wrestling with for the longest time fights to push its way up again. I know I’m hurting Dale. I know he loves me. I can see it every time we’re together. Whether it’s when we’re fucking or watching movies or skipping stones over the creek. I see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch. I know it because it’s the same way I feel about him. In fact, we all love each other. It’s a love born from mutual need, a depraved instinct that brought us all together. But it’s different with Asher, and I can’t explain it. I know my heart is safe with him because I don’t love him the same way as I love Dale.