by L. A. Boruff
“Now, how about some other play. I think I need to get your mind back on what we were doing.” Orrin stops speaking then and starts moving. While he was speaking I could tell where he was, but now, I have to use other things to know where he is. The bed gives on one side as he positions himself, his hand kneading my bottom as the other pushes my legs apart. Then he moves between my legs, still kneading my bottom as he pushes his thumbs into the cleft. I tense and his one hand immediately leaves my bottom to slap down hard on the one cheek, once, twice, three times.
“Naughty Girl. Don’t tighten on me. I won’t hurt you unless you do something to cause me to hurt you. From now on if you need me to stop, you need to say ‘stinky snurples’, alright?”
I start giggling so hard that I can barely speak, “st- sti-nk-y sn-sn-ur-ples?”
Orrin instantly stops touching me and sits back. “Do you have a problem?”
“No, No, sir. It just caught me by surprise.” I hiccup a giggle out as I try to keep a straight face, “But I really think I am more comfortable with failing phallus.’”
“Oh you are, are you?” I can hear the smile in his voice and suddenly his hands are on my inner thighs and he is pushing my hips upwards so my bottom is in the air with my breasts pushed into the bed. His fingers plunder into my core causing me to moan. “No, that safe word will not do. You have to do better than that.”
“Um, ah,” I try to think but his fingers moving in me cause my thoughts to scatter, “How about cobalt cojones?”
He removes his hand and gently slaps my throbbing nub and I arch my back as I scream in pleasure, “No, that will not do either.”
“Bluephie! Bluephie! You’re driving me crazy, sir.”
He leans down and kisses my clit, suckling and teasing me with his tongue. “Bluephie it is. Now, do not move. I need to get a few things.”
I hear him moving around the room. It is slightly disturbing, being ass end up in the room, the cool air hitting me, open for him to see everything. And if I am honest with myself, a part of me wishes I could step out of myself and see what he sees. I know how my body reacts, but what does that reaction look like to Orrin. That would be something to see, but that isn’t possible.
A puff of warm air blown on the entrance to my core heralds Orrin’s return. “You think you’re so funny, changing you’re safe word to pick on me. I think I should doubly punish you for that.” I can feel myself tighten at his words, the tingling sensation growing as he roughly shoves a finger into me and then draws it out to rub over my entrance and then up over the cleft of my buttocks. He blows on me again. He starts to nibble on the skin and then bites down on the nub. I moan at the exquisite sensations, only to cry when he moves away to push something large and cold into me, which feels slightly odd. I don’t dislike it, but it doesn’t give me that rush of pleasure that his fingers just caused or that Warren and Puck’s fingers made me feel the night before.
“Oh, no my minx. Your pleasure will come and go for a long time. I will play with you ‘till you beg.” He pushes another of the large cold objects in me, stretching me. Then he nibbles the skin around the long cold objects, working his way up one side and down the other until I am dripping again. He takes a third object and works it in until I am so full that I am sure that some part of me is going to rip, at the same time I find I am oddly turned on and wanting him to do more, but I don’t know what.
“Ah, now you feel full, but not full, they don’t satisfy that itch,but leave you wanting more, right?” He ask me, as he rubs his hands down my bottom to where he has stuffed me full and the juices are leaking out. He rubs his hand back up, pulling those juices back up the cleft of my bottom. I shiver at what he is hinting at. I am not sure I am ready for this.
He circles that tiny bud over and over, his thumb ever closer and he pushes ever so slightly in. Each pass sending tingles to my core and making me gasp and arch my back.
“Don’t move, minx.” Is the only warning I get when he pushes his finger into my little rosette ever so slowly. I try to obey and stay relaxed, but it burns and my body wants to push back. I feel tears starting to burn at the corner of my eyes and then with a small pop, it is easier and he starts to move his finger in and out. First slowly, then ever so much faster and with my core full, I want to scream with the sensation. Just as I am adjusting to the feeling, he removes his finger.
“No, minx. Stay still.” He pushes something longer and wider into my bottom. It burns and I want to cry, my body wants to reject it, but he is insistent and in time it pops in. Unlike his finger, this does not have any give and stays in place. I cannot push it out. Between the item in my bottom and the items in my core, I feel so full that I can barely move.
“Perfect, now you can take the blindfold off, minx.” I quickly move to obey. Pulling the silky fabric off my eyes, I find myself in a loft, similar to my old house. Warm honey toned wood and red fabrics make it quite homey.
“Sir, may I move?” I look over my shoulder at him, his hand is resting on my bottom rubbing lazy circles. He shakes his head.
“Not yet. I will move you. I want to see those expressive eyes now with everything I do.” He walks around the bed and grabs some pillows, bringing them to pile under me, which allows me to rest my back which was getting quite sore. He taps my bottom, so close to whatever he has inserted into it, which sets it quivering. I yelp at the odd sensation as I feel my muscles spasming. He then massages my bottom, tapping both cheeks in rapid succession, only pausing every few minutes to massage the slightly sore skin and to run his finger from the top of my cleft down to my little nub. He flicks it, causing me to gasp at the tingling sensations that course through me. The combination of pain and pleasure has me squirming.
“Please, sir,” I cry, as he starts in again, trying to apply pressure and friction to my little nub to grant some release. A harder smack is his response.
“Stay still, minx. You don’t get your release till I give it.” His words only make me hotter. “I want your bottom to be a nice hot, rosy pink before I take you and then every time I come into you and hit you, it will burn anew and remind you that I alone can master you fully.” His hand comes down slightly harder each time, not enough to truly cause pain, but enough to sting and I again wonder at my body’s response. I feel as if the bed will be soaked from all the juices flowing down my thighs.
His hand stills and then he gently pulls one of the objects from my core and sets it aside, replacing it with his finger. “You’re so wet and ready,” he groans.
Pulling me to the end of the bed, he pulls the pillows out from under me and removes the other two objects from me. Then in one swift move, he thrusts into me and I scream in pleasure as he hits the sensitive skin of my heated butt cheeks. He reaches around and grabs my breasts, kneading and pinching, holding me up with them as he pounds me from behind.
Whatever he inserted into my bottom makes me feel full and moves a little with each of his movements, further increasing my pleasure.
“Sir, please. I can’t take much more!” I scream.
He pinches my nipples hard, “No, you must wait or you will be punished.”
I am past the ability to make rational decisions and with his idea of punishment, I think I want to know what he would do to me for coming without his permission. Either way, the decision is taken out of my control as he reaches down and pinches the small nub and I scream in pleasure as wave after wave of white hot pleasure rolls over me. I swear my eyes roll back in my head and I lose consciousness.
I awaken as he pulls out of me. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come, did I?” His voice is still rough from the aftermath of his orgasm.
I blush, “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it.”
“We will need to work on your control. First part of your punishment will be that for the rest of tonight and until tomorrow, you will have the plug in and wear no underwear. Whether you are with me, Warren, Puck or Ren.”
“Orrin! I can’t do that! It wo
uld be so embarassing! And what if I need the bathroom?”
“Well, you will have to learn to control your emotions. If you need the facilities, I will help you, then put it back in.” He smiles, “I will thoroughly enjoy putting it back in and might have some fun while doing it.” He taps my bottom right where the plug sits and I moan.
“Now for your current punishment.” He flips me over onto my back. “Now move up to the top of the bed and put your hands behind you head.” I do as he says, watching as he reaches down under the bed. He stands with a feather in one hand and a small stick with thin leather pieces coming off it.
“No matter what, do not move, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you remember your safe word?”
“Bluephie” I giggle.
“Minx!” He smirks and uses the small stick with leather tassels and flicks it at my left breast, hitting the nipple. I arch my back and hiss at the slight sting then relax as it fades into a almost pleasurable feeling. He does it again, hitting just the nipple with the tips of the leather. He then runs the feather over it, making me moan. He repeats this with my other breast, my stomach, and moves lower. I start to move my hands, but with a look he stops me.
“What did I say?”
“To not move, sir.”
“Have I hurt you?
“No, sir.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No sir.”
He stops to reposition me, moving my feet so that my heels touch each other and are close to my bottom, leaving me open and exposed to his gaze.
“Please?” half question and half plea.
He just looks at me and I nod. He continues lashing me with one hand while the other follows with the feather, over my inner thighs, and then he hits my little nub. I arch off the bed and scream in pleasure. He groans.
“Sir, I promise not to come without permission, if you stop. Please, sir, please.”
He sets the lash down and he suckles my little nub until I am crying, wanting release, then he kisses the sensitive flesh where thigh meets torso. Slowly, he moves up to kiss my belly button. Eventually, he kisses and suckles one breast while his hand toys with the nipple on the other. I am panting and moaning, wanting more, wanting release. Finally, he trails kisses up my neck and claims my mouth as he thrusts into my body. Once, twice, then… “Now you may come.”
And I do.
“I love you, my little minx.”
“I love you, Orrin.”
The rest of the night is spent, not in domination, but in the give and take of love.
Other Books by KB Wheelock
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Protect
Sanctify
Cherish
Boxed Set
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An Empyrean Tale
Redeem
Finding Her Wings
A stay at home mom with a hubby who is a tetchy wonder, K.B. Wheelock writes in her free time. She loves to read all genres, with the exceptions of non-fiction and horror, and on average can knock out reading a book a day. Dabbling in many different styles of writing, many authors have inspired her muse and creativity which has led her where she is today.
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Arizona Tape: Mary Had a Little Harem Excerpts
Chapter 5: Admire My Elf
Mary splashed cold water in her face, hoping it would calm her down a bit.
"Shhhh!"
With a hand clamped over her mouth, a figure yanked her into the last stall.
"What the!" she started, ready to yell or kick whoever was stupid enough to abduct her.
The masked figure pulled his helmet off, revealing a set of blue eyes.
"Sam," she hissed, glaring at the man cramping the stall."What the fuck are you doing in here? This is the ladies room!"
"That's why I said shhhh," he hissed, placing a finger over her lips to silence her.
In a hushed voice, Mary continued. "Whatever. What are you doing here?"
Sam pouted. "Just wanted to check up and see if you were okay."
"And that couldn't wait until I was out of the bathroom?"
He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now what would be the fun in that?"
Mary pulled up an eyebrow. "What do you want?"
Sam chuckled huskily, drawing her attention to his sharp jaw. "I think the question is more: what do you want?"
Immediately, the coals in her stomach flamed up again. Embarrassed, she averted her eyes. "I don't know what you mean," she denied, trying to silence the greedy monster that usually laid dormant in her stomach.
"You sure?" Sam teased, pushing her chin up so she had no choice but to look in his eyes.
A shiver ran down her spine. Damn, he was beautiful. "I'm very sure," she whispered, her voice shakier than ever.
Without waiting for her permission, Sam crashed his mouth on hers, stealing her words from her lips. Breathlessly, Mary parted her lips, hoping to draw in more air. Instead, she drew in more of Sam. There was only a vague hint of anise left on his tongue. Mostly, he tasted sweet and dark. Like Pinewood, or maybe cedar.
"Wait," she protested, the image of Louis flashing through her mind as she replayed their kiss in her mind.
"I'm on a date with Louis," she reminded Sam, shocked he'd shamelessly make a move on his friend's date.
Sam chuckled darkly, running his thumb over her bottom lip. "Don't worry about it, Louis and I always share."
Doubt flashed through Mary's mind. Could that be true? Then what was all the testosterone about before?
"I'm not sure-" she started, but Sam cut her off with another possessive kiss. His tongue flicked against her lips, and involuntarily, she parted her mouth for him. Not wasting a second, Sam drew Mary in, his tongue wrapping around hers eagerly.
"Sam..." Mary tried again, pushing him softly away. Damn, that was one hard chest.
"I promise you, Louis and I are okay with sharing," he assured her, grazing his teeth over her cheek down to her nape.
"You sure that's—OH!" Mary gasped as Sam sucked on her soft spot, his tongue playfully darting over her skin. How did he know she was so sensitive in her neck? A lucky guess?
"I'm sure," he growled against her skin, digging his fingers in her hips as he pulled her against him.
Mary stifled a whimper as he pressed his bulge against her. Even without looking or touching it, she knew he was big. And hard. Very hard.
“I only need to hear one word to rock your world,” he murmured, nipping at her neck.
Clouds of lust crowded Mary’s mind, but through the midst of the haze, she managed to breath out a single word. “Yes.”
"Turn around," Sam growled in her ear, nipping her neck again.
Electricity sizzled through her veins as he ground himself against her, eagerly. Desperately. Ever since they met, she'd been running through his head. He wanted her. He needed her. And he couldn't wait.
With one tug, he yanked her flimsy shorts down. His other hand snuck under the hem of her green shirt, over her smooth stomach. She sighed under his touch, arching her back to give him easier access. She could already feel the signature tingle between her legs, the one that would ensure a smooth entry for whatever hardness was waiting for her.
Without any hesitance, he pushed her bra out of the way so he could cup her breast. Mary gasped as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, only softly tugging.
"Shhh, be quiet," Sam hissed in her ear as he pinched her hardened nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. Wantonly, she ground her ass against his bulge, hoping to make it clear how much she wanted him.
Without another thought, he slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers tickled her thighs as he nudged her.
"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, his cock straining hard against his jeans. He wa
s glad he guessed right. Mary seemed like a tough cookie, but underneath the harshness, there was a submissive girl waiting for him to take charge. If only he could explain how it worked to Louis, but his friend didn't seem to get it.
Mary whimpered, clamping her legs tight around his hand. "Maybe..."
Sam tweaked her nipple harshly, yanking her hard into him so she could feel how mad she was driving him. "Spread wide for me," he commanded, the heat radiating from her core clear enough how much she was really enjoying this.
Without further protest, Mary's legs relaxed. Another surge of electricity shot through her body as Sam pushed her panties to the side and slowly ran a finger through her slit. For a moment, she worried if the other people in the surrounding stalls might be able to hear what they were about to do.
Every worry was erased from her brain as Sam teased her pussy, up to the little button hidden between her folds. With a loud gasp, she pressed herself down on his hand, desperate for his touch. Ever since she broke up with Kurt, the only person touching her, had been herself. And as talented as her own fingers were, nothing beat the touch of another person. Another man.
"What do we say?" Sam grinned as he teasingly drew circles around her sensitive nub.
"Please," Mary whispered, the lump in her throat restricting her from moaning out loud like she wanted to. But she didn't want to get caught and left hanging. She'd do anything to feel him inside her. Even if that meant swallowing her moans and surrendering to his every whim.
"Please?" he grinned, his breath hot in her skin. He pinched her nipple again, pleasure shooting from her chest straight down to her core. Mary could only hope he'd do that right when she was about to unravel.
"Please, I want you inside me," she begged, grinding her hips against him. She could feel his hardness, his lust. He was so close to her, only separated by a couple of layers of fabric. But right now, it felt like it was a mountain. She wanted to reach around and draw him out herself, but she knew he wouldn't allow that. And that just made it even more exciting. Here she was in a bathroom, surrounded by people, about to be taken from behind by a guy she barely knew.