Who used anal sex as a punishment? Had he been holding her anal virginity over her head the whole time she’d been here? Sick fucking bastard.
By the time Colin got to his room he was pacing with anger at the entire situation. He rubbed a hand over his face, then over his head. What the fuck was he going to do? He was in far over his head here. He’d never planned to touch the girl, much less be her first sexual anything. And was he really going to whip her? With his own hand? Bloody hell!
The worst part—the part that made him want to die a painful death—was that he couldn’t deny the excitement he felt underneath all the anger and apprehension and guilt. He wanted to touch her again, in any form. And he couldn’t get it out of his head that she might like it, as well.
As if that excused any of it. Yes, it would fucking blow if she was appalled by him—if she hadn’t “warmed” to him. But it was still wrong, no matter how he tried to spin it. Colin feared he’d go to his grave with the sins of this week staining his soul. And the worst had yet to pass.
A knock on the door signaled the worst was about to begin.
When he opened the door Angela was naked with her head down, her arm being held by Luis. She was still in those damned sexy pigtails, and her hands were tied at the wrist in front of herself. She was trembling and pale. Luis released her and gave Colin a nod.
“Go in,” Colin told the girl. She shuffled past him and he closed the door. Angela went to the middle of the room and gingerly lowered to her knees. He had a perfect view of her from behind, and his eyes went straight to her rounded arse and the sparkling, large crystal nestled between those perfect cheeks.
What the fuck?
It took him a moment to realize she’d been plugged. And ah, God, if that didn’t go straight to his cock. He supposed that’s what they meant by “preparing” her. Probably gave her an enema too, knowing how thorough Marco was about the cleanliness of his people. Colin slowly walked around her. He propped one hip on the side of the small bed and looked down at her.
“Tell me what happened outside today.”
Angela jumped when he spoke, but she didn’t look up at him. She most likely wouldn’t unless he told her to.
When she opened her mouth she spoke in Spanish. “My master called on me to be ready, and so I was. I was waiting to be of service…and then…”
A shudder passed over her and she seemed to shrink herself smaller. The sight squeezed at his chest. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. He knew it was necessary to the moment, but it fucking killed him.
“And then what?” he prompted.
“And then…I saw…” her voice went a little raspy with fear. “I saw another servant girl with you.” Colin struggled to understand each word she said as she went on quickly, her voice quaking in Spanish. “And I wanted to be sure my Master knew I was there…if I was needed.”
Heat poured over Colin and his mouth opened, but no sound came out.
She’d seen him with another girl and been jealous.
Holy fucking shite. He hadn’t seen that coming. Something overcame him then—a softness like feathers falling in his chest. He refused to open himself to it. He couldn’t afford to be soft for anyone in his life. Especially not now.
He rubbed his face and then cleared his throat.
“You knew you shouldn’t have come down there. You knew you were breaking your master’s rule.”
Her jaw trembled and she nodded. Part of him was pissed off that she’d been so impulsive, putting them both in this situation. He felt like a right arse for being frustrated at her actions. She’d been driven by emotion, and emotions were dangerous, flimsy things. Look where it had landed them. For that moment, he allowed himself to give in to that feeling of frustration. He would need that mood to get him through what was to come next.
“Stand up and come to me.”
His heart pounded as she stood on shaking legs and walked forward. She still hadn’t lifted her head. With two fingers, Colin motioned her closer until she stood directly between his legs.
“Look at me,” he said on impulse.
When she lifted her eyes and their gazes met he wanted to backpedal, tell her to look away again. It was too intimate. She was too real, too full of emotion. Too close.
“You understand why you’re being punished?” His voice was low.
“Sí, Señor,” she whispered.
He motioned with his chin toward his leg that was resting partially on the bed.
“Bend over.”
He heard her light breathing go ragged as she reached out and placed her bound hands on the bed, nestling her lower stomach against his thigh. In truth, he was struggling to contain his own breathing. Seeing her splayed out at his mercy sent fucking endorphins marathoning through his body and straight to his head.
She sucked in a breath and tensed when one of his hands rested on her lower back to hold her in place, and the other hand circled the soft, creamy skin at the bottom of one arse cheek. He raised his hand and brought it down with a loud smack. Angela gasped and tensed again. His second slap landed in the same spot on the other side. He methodically worked his way from the bottom up, one side after the other, trying not to hit the same direct spot more than once.
Colin couldn’t deny the primal sense of power he felt dispersing punishment to someone at his mercy. Someone meek and gorgeous who knew he had control and didn’t try to fight it.
Angela was a good, quiet girl for the first ten strikes. She panted and shut her eyes. Her forehead creased in discomfort, but she made no noise.
When the eleventh smack sounded she let out her first whimper. Colin knew it must have hurt, because his hand was stinging. The skin on her arse had blossomed red in response to each strike, and Colin found the series of marks strangely beautiful. But what was even more surprising was the way the twelfth slap elicited a pained moan, and he could have sworn her hips arched against his thigh. As if she were turned on.
He’d been at half-mast the entire spanking, but the feel of her rubbing herself nearly made his cock punch through his shorts. He stretched his hand, flexing his fingers and making a fist several times. And then raised it again.
Smack.
Ah, shit, shit, shit, that hurt!
I was done holding back. I let myself vocalize the pain. Breathing through my teeth like an animal. There just comes a certain point where the body takes over the mind, and I was there. In so many ways.
I was still in blissful shock that Mr. Douglas had stepped up to punish me. Maybe that made him the biggest, dirtiest creeper of all—that he’d volunteered so quickly and eagerly with a possessive passion in his eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was so thankful it was him. And even though I was in pain, it was nothing like the belt beating. Being across Mr. Douglas’s strong lap…knowing it was his hand causing the sensations across my ass…feeling him hardening against my hip…
So grateful.
I’d stopped wondering what it was about this man that made me so crazy. I’d stopped trying to fight all the insane feelings I had, and gave myself permission to just fucking let go and enjoy it. Every second. He could be gone tomorrow, but for now, he was with me. And now that I’d finally let go of my thoughts I was able to enjoy not just this unconventional closeness with him, but also what he was doing to me. The feel of his hand meeting my skin.
Spanking me.
Smack.
Another holler rang from my throat, turning into a moan, because damn it…every time he hit me, the plug would sort of vibrate inside of me. It was pressing against sensitive places. I was getting wet from being beaten.
The idea was enough to make me laugh. Until the fourteenth smack sang against my sensitized cheek. The fifteenth was the hardest yet, and I yelled from the sheer pain as my eyes stung with tears I refused to shed.
Sixteen and seventeen came in quick, simultaneous strikes. He was so hard against my hip. I rubbed myself shamelessly against him now, caught between pain and a build u
p to pleasure. He groaned, and the sound reverberated through me, stilling me. I think maybe I pissed him off or something because the last three smacks rained down hard, right in the middle of my ass above the plug. I threw back my head and yelled from the shocking, blissful pain of it, and then I collapsed over his thigh, my head falling to my joined hands, breathing hard.
My ass was absolutely on fire. My crotch was wet and throbbing. My eyes burned. My head was a messy fog.
And then I felt his fingers at the plug, slowly twisting it. I moaned, too spent to move yet. My breathing quickened when he began to gently pull and the thick part popped out. The rest slid out easily and he tossed it to the floor. In my peripheral I could see him looking at my ass. He could probably see my swollen pussy, as well. What would he think of me? I felt suddenly ashamed, like I shouldn’t have been turned on.
“Fuck me,” he whispered in that low voice. “You are so wet.” He sounded amazed, in a good way. Relief chased away my shame. I was glad he noticed, and I hoped he’d take care of me like he always did. But his hand never ventured down there. Instead, they focused solely on my ass.
“On the bed,” he said, lifting my hips to help me. I crawled up. Mr. Douglas stripped himself of his clothes, and once again I was struck hard at the overall sight of him.
He pulled back the heavy comforter and lifted the sheet for me to climb under. His face looked tense. I didn’t know him well enough to read him, but I swore I saw something like worry there. Sudden fear jolted through me. He wanted to keep a sheet over us.
Somehow, I just knew he wasn’t going to fuck me. He wouldn’t force me to have anal sex. The thought should have made me happy, but it didn’t. Not at all. It made me panic.
After today, I knew without a doubt I’d be expected to do this on a regular basis. That meant whatever disgusting douchebag wanted to bang my ass next would actually end up being my first.
Ah, hell no. If anyone was going to be my first, it would be Mr. Douglas.
I reached for the sheet in his hand and threw it back alongside the comforter at the bottom of the bed. Mr. Douglas’s shocked look was almost comical…until it suddenly wasn’t. Because now he looked just plain angry, and it scared me. The thing was, he knew that I knew what he’d been trying to do. He knew that I was attempting to thwart his plan not to fuck me.
He knew I wanted him.
I shrunk back with my bound hands in my lap, lowering my eyes in shame and fear.
“Lo siento, Señor…” I mumbled to him that I was hot, but that if he wanted the sheet I would pull it back up. I braced myself for a smack to the face, the common punishment for doing something that displeased a patron, but it never came.
Instead he said something completely unexpected.
“To start, I want you on top.”
A thrill shot through me as he sat against the headboard and motioned me toward him. His face was not happy. Again, I couldn’t read him, but I knew instinctually that he didn’t want this. You’d never know it from the size of his rock hard cock. But his manhood and his face were telling conflicting stories.
Still, I scooted forward until I was close enough to swing a leg over his lap. Nerves began to set in. This was really happening. He grabbed lube from the bedside table and put it on himself. He was beautiful to watch, even with that pinched expression that looked like he could punch a hole through the wall at any minute.
Or fuck a woman really hard.
He reached around me to rub lube around the bud of my anus and my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as he pushed two fingers in, circling them, trying to gently stretch me. It didn’t hurt too bad after having the plug in. When he pulled his fingers out I opened my eyes. Our faces were close and our eyes met. His expression softened and he lifted my hips, pulling me nearer. I came up on my knees and positioned myself over top of him. He held himself at the base. I let the sides of my bound hands rest against his chest, wishing I was untied so I could hold his shoulders.
My heart rate rocketed when I felt the head of his penis at my entrance. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. The butt plug only stung a little. But the second he gave my hips a tug downward over the head of his cock I screamed.
Oh, my God! It hurt so bad. How did people do this? He was way bigger than the plug. I closed my eyes, feeling scared now and breathing too hard.
“Shh.” Colin was holding my hips tightly. I opened my eyes and found him watching me. In those blue depths I thought I saw an understanding. He wasn’t going to force himself in. Maybe that’s why he’d chosen for me to be on top. So I could control the pace.
I pushed myself down a tiny bit further and cried out again, panting. Every millimeter felt like a fucking inch. But I found that my body adjusted quickly, the pain waning into a comfortable throb. On my next downward push his head slid into my ass with a snap and we both moaned.
“Christ alive, woman, that is fucking tight.” His eyebrows were knit together.
I pushed a little more. Slowly, very slowly, I worked my way down until his entire cock was in my ass, impaling me in the most painfully delicious way possible. I sat on the base of him, and as my body adjusted, the heat returned. I lifted myself and the sensation of sliding up his shaft was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was as if I could feel every tiny ounce of his hardness against the tight ring of my ass. Nerve endings that had never had the pleasure of being rubbed were massaged by his thick length inside me.
I was wet all over again, and desperate to really ride him. Mr. Douglas stilled my hips when I tried to move against him. He slipped a hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard and deep. I kissed him back, overcome by it all. Then he broke away, his eyes boring into me.
“Little Angel…” he breathed. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
My heart about stopped.
All at once I was crying out as he lifted me off him and flipped me onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. He thrust his entire cock into my ass, making me scream with the pleasure and pain of our rejoined bodies. It hurt in the best way. Then he proceeded to pound me, growling words in his Scottish accent that didn’t even sound like English, but I made out a lot of “fucks.” I could hardly keep myself upright from the force of his thrusts. Oh, God, it felt so good. I never expected this to feel like this. I was so close to coming. If he were to touch my clit even the slightest bit I’d see stars.
But he never touched me. When my arms began to give out, he pushed my head down to the bed to rest on my hands. Moments later his groaning lowered and he grasped my hips harder, pushing as deep as he could.
“Ah, fuck yes, lassie, that’s it…” He stilled, his hands tightening on me, and I knew he was about to come as his words stretched into a low, primal rumble from the back of his throat. I moaned at the glorious feeling of his orgasm inside me. I could feel every pump of him.
When he was done he slowly pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. We were both out of breath, damp with sweat. My body tingled with a need that verged on painful. I waited for him to turn to me, touch me. But he didn’t.
Staring at the wall, he said in a deadened voice, “You may go.”
For one second I was stunned. Then I got my act together and silently climbed from the bed. It took all my willpower not to look back as I went to the door. Shit, I couldn’t even walk right after all that’d just happened.
I’d been a fool to think he was anything more than an average patron wanting to use me. I’d never been used quite so well. Or left feeling quite so dirty.
Luis was waiting for me in the hall. I was surprised when he led me toward the hallway with the video monitoring room. He opened the door and ushered me inside. Marco was sitting alone at the monitor, running a hand over his mustache with a contemplative look. I raised my eyes to the screen he watched. Mr. Douglas was laying naked on his bed with a forearm across his eyes. Without looking at me, Marco spoke in Spanish.
“Was your punishment satisfactory?”
> What kind of question was that? One I could only answer in one way.
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you in pain?”
My ass cheeks stung like hell and my asshole was thrumming from its beating.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
He stood now, and stalked over to me, walking me backward until I hit the wall. He turned me around and ran a gentle hand over my ass. Then he turned me to face him and pulled out both of my ponytail holders. He shoved one of his hands deep into my loose hair and fisted it, forcing my face up to his.
“Who is your master, Angel?”
“You are,” I breathed.
Holding my hair tighter, his other hand cupped my sex and I moaned.
“You were jealous? Of a patron?”
I was too terrified to make a sound.
“Answer me!”
“Yes! I’m sorry, Master.”
“I’m not sure your punishment was enough. I think you enjoyed it too much.”
“No. No, Master. Please.”
“Did you come for him? This man you broke my rule for? Eh?”
“No!”
His fingers worked me in a fast circle, pressing upward with hard pressure.
“Come for me now, Angel, if you want to spare yourself.”
His anger frightened me and excited me, because he rarely displayed his full power over me. I embraced that excitement and leftover lust, and focused on the contrast of his rough hand against my softness. I came hard, bucking into his hand, still feeling the effects of Mr. Douglas inside my ass as my muscles clenched. But I wasn’t allowed to imagine him right now. Marco made sure of that. He kept his face close to mine, forcing my eyes to stay on him as he milked my body for every tremor until I finally stilled.
“Never disobey me again, Angel.”
“Never again, Master.”
“Never allow your emotions to get in the way of my rules and your role.”
“I won’t, Master. I swear.
He kissed my forehead and released me to leave.
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