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  “No, sir.” He finger-fucked the tender opening. It felt . . . unexpectedly erotic. Just as I’d imagined.

  He quickened his pace. “More?”

  I gasped at the sensations coursing through my body. Dark. Erotic. Forbidden. And I wanted it like I’d never wanted anything before.

  “Yes.”

  He uttered that wicked laugh and gave me another digit, sinking deep.

  “I have something special for you, princess. I think you’re really going to like it.”

  His fingers retreated, and moments later something cool pressed against the tiny opening. It was long and narrow, gliding into me with no effort at all.

  “Now comes the good part.” He said it as casually as if we were watching a familiar movie. I heard a hissing sound, and the plug in my butt began to expand. “It’s inflatable.” He patted one of my cheeks. “Once it’s been in for a while, this sweet little ass will be ready to take my dick.” Satisfied with the level of expansion, he gave it a little tap. “In the meantime—”

  A moment later, his cock tapped against my mouth. “Open up and suck it.”

  His tone clearly said he’d brook no refusal. I opened my mouth, and he thrust inside, pressing against the back of my throat. I gagged.

  “I can see I’m going to have to teach you how to suck cock.” His hand fisted in the hair at the back of my head, holding it up. “When you feel me starting to go deep, you swallow. Keep your head up. Got it?”

  I couldn’t answer with my mouth full of dick, so I nodded. He began again, thrusting gently, giving me time to get used to having such a large cock in my mouth. He went deep, and I swallowed, taking him into my throat. It felt as though I was strangling, but he withdrew quickly.

  “Keep going, that’s right.” He gave my hair a sharp tug. “Come on, move your head, don’t be lazy, suck me.”

  After a few more tries, I finally adjusted to the rhythm of his thrusting cock, swallowing as he went deep. His breath was coming in sharp bursts, and he moaned. He was going to come, and I knew he’d make me swallow, which was something I’d never done before.

  “That’s right,” he growled. “Suck me. Take that cock deep, gobble it up.” He held my head tightly in place and thrust one last time, shouting as he came. “Swallow it, every last drop.”

  Semen shot down the back of my throat, warm, salty, slightly bitter, and I swallowed every last bit, licking him clean.

  “Good girl,” he said on a sigh. “Now, let’s let you rest for a bit.”

  I was relieved when he released me from my bonds and led me to a comfortable chair. When he sat me down, the plug lodged in my ass shifted. I gasped. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the cream dampen my thighs. He cuffed my wrists together and attached them to a chain. He left without a word, the lock on the door clicking loudly. He’d take my ass when he came back, and while I was fearful, I knew I wanted it. I shifted in the chair, each move causing the plug to dig into my tender flesh. Whoever he was, he certainly knew what he was doing.

  I couldn’t wait until he got back.

  * * *

  I must have dozed because I didn’t hear the door open or the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. The scrape of a chair being dragged across the cement floor woke me.

  “Time to wake up, princess. I brought you some dinner. Gotta keep your strength up.”

  It smelled heavenly. Rich. Piquant. Tomato-based.

  “Open up.”

  I opened my mouth, and he fed me a bite. Lasagna, my favorite. Perfectly textured with melty cheese, spicy pepperoni and sweet Italian sausage. I didn’t even try to hold back a moan of approval as I chewed. I’d never had better lasagna, except for the chef’s at Giovani’s, or maybe the time Jess had cooked for me. He used pepperoni and crumbled sweet Italian sausage, too. Behind my mask, my eyes narrowed. Was it possible?

  I shook my head. No way. Not Jess. We’d only been seeing one another for a short period of time, and he was definitely not the fantasy-fulfilling type. Besides, last night was the first time we’d made love. Sweet as he was, Jess was strictly vanilla sex. Still, I had a distinct impression I knew my abductor. Dare I take a chance and ask?

  “Sir?”

  I made my voice sound as meek as possible as he licked a dollop of tomato sauce from my breast. He paused in his ministrations and sighed.

  “You want to ask me a question, pet?”

  “If it’s allowed, sir.”

  He pushed my legs apart and slid two fingers into my pussy. Despite the slickness there, it was a tight fit. The inflated plug in my ass would make anything a tight fit, and I hoped he didn’t intend to put his mammoth cock in my pussy while I was so full. He finger-fucked me slowly, making me wait for his answer.

  “You’ve been an obedient little slave so I’ll allow you one question.”

  He unhooked the chain from my cuffs and pulled me to my feet. “You can ask while I prepare you for the next session.”

  I almost asked, “Next session?” but caught myself and concentrated on not tripping as he led me to the next device. Chains rattled, and I heard a creaking sound. Was he going to lock me in a cage? Another bolt of fear shot through me. I couldn’t tolerate confined spaces. It was why I lived in a converted loft in the warehouse district.

  “There’s a box in front of you. Step up onto it.”

  A box? What in God’s name was he going to do to me?

  I found out soon enough as my cuffed hands were pulled out and up, attached to something over my head. Next came a wide, padded leather strap around my back. This too was attached to chains on either end, cupping my back. I was shaking now. I knew what he was doing, had seen a similar device in a BDSM movie.

  He wrapped a similar strap around one of my thighs, lifting it high. Soon, I would be suspended in the air, and he would fuck me, swinging me back and forth on his cock. I didn’t bother to ask if he’d remove the plug. I knew damn well he wouldn’t.

  “Ask your question, princess, because the fuckin’s about to start, and I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer once I get inside this tight pussy.”

  He attached the strap to my other thigh, and I was hanging, arms raised, thighs spread wide. I heard the sound of a chair rolling across the floor, and my heart thumped in anticipation. He was going to eat my pussy before he fucked me.

  “D-do I know you, sir?”

  He chuckled, his breath warm against my exposed cunt. He licked me from perineum to clit.

  “I’m sure you think you do, but trust me, you don’t have a clue about who I am.”

  As I pondered that nonanswer, his lips closed over my clit and began to suck. The feeling was so intense, I tried to swing away from him.

  “You don’t pull away from me,” he growled. “Ever.”

  “Owww!” I howled as his palm connected with my bare ass.

  He stood, his foot connecting with the chair. It rolled away, crashing against the wall. Over and over, his hand landed on my bottom, heating my tender flesh. The more I thrashed and cried, the faster he spanked me. I was creaming hard, wishing he’d fuck me—just ram that big old cock into my cunt and fuck me until I screamed.

  He did.

  He might have entered me gently, giving me an inch at a time, allowing me to adjust to the fullness, but I’d tried to evade the strong suckling of my clit, so he took me in one hard, deep thrust.

  Jesus, it was like being fucked for the very first time. Pleasure mixed with pain as his meaty cock speared me, forcing the heat-slicked walls of my vagina to accept him. It burned, but it felt so damn good.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Oooh.” I sobbed, I writhed, I begged for more.

  I was yowling like a cat in heat as his cock shuttled in and out of my ultra-tight pussy. His fingers bit into my hips as he held me, swinging me back and forth, withdrawing, then driving deep again. He never said a word, just kept pumping, grunting as he slammed into me with no satisfaction in mind but his own.

  But that didn’
t matter. My body had a mind of its own. The familiar heat of impending orgasm began to build. My pussy clenched as the carnal torment of that big dick continued to pound me, and our voices mingled in agonizing rapture. The plug in my ass rocked with every thrust, sending jolts of piercing ecstasy straight to my grasping cunt.

  “Don’t you come,” he growled. “Don’t you do it, princess.”

  What? Was he nuts? I was going to come and hard, and there was nothing either of us could do about it. I was too far gone.

  “Hold it back. Count down from twenty and you can come.”

  Count down?

  “Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen—”

  It was sheer torture, but the power and pace of his thrusts had me ready to go up like the space shuttle. I forced myself to count, screaming out the numbers, even as he held his own release, continuing to drive that steely cock into my cunt.

  “Ooone!” I screamed, and he buried himself deep. His cock leaped, filling me with semen as he ground against my clit. I screamed again, bucking against him as I came so hard I thought the top of my head was going to come off.

  “Good girl.”

  His whispered voice soothed me as he eased out of me and left me hanging there. He would wash me now, as he had before.

  My legs didn’t want to hold me when he let me down, so he picked me up and put me down on a soft bed.

  “Rest for a few minutes, then I’m gonna take that sweet ass of yours.”

  I curled up on the bed, resting my head on a soft down pillow. And that’s when I smelled it. Damnit, I recognized the scent! But I couldn’t remember where. At Macy’s? It was definitely a man’s scent. From someone I dated? Perhaps a walk-by spritzing at the mall? It couldn’t be Jess because he always smelled fresh and clean, like soap and evergreen needles. This scent was similar but with more musk.

  My concentration was so focused on trying to identify the mysterious cologne that I didn’t feel the mattress dip, and I yelped when he grasped my ankles and spread my legs apart.

  “You know, you really do have a beautiful body, princess.”

  He sat between my legs and ran his hands over me, caressing my breasts, leaning down for a brief suckle. His fingers traced the contours of my body, and I shuddered at the slight tickle caused by this gentle handling.

  “Nice, trim waist, curvy hips.”

  He stroked my inner thighs, then drew the outline of a heart around my pussy.

  “Mmm, but your pussy . . . I love this pussy. It starts out this shell pink, and when you get aroused it starts to swell—just like my cock—and the color darkens to a deep rose pink.”

  He touched the entrance to my vagina, dipped inside, then touched that finger to my clit.

  “So sensitive for such a tiny thing. Now, bend your knees, feet flat on the mattress.”

  My breath caught in my throat with his order, and he chuckled. It hadn’t taken him long to learn what I liked.

  “You might wanna grab on to the headboard, princess, because this one’s gonna take a lot out of you.”

  He kissed my inner thigh, licking gently. Gooseflesh rose on my skin as I anticipated his next move. It was to brush his lips against my slit, rubbing with the softest of touches until I was bucking up to meet him. That amazing tongue parted my pussy lips, running up and down, teasing, tasting, dipping into me, tongue-fucking me until I thought I might go mad from the wanting . . . more, I wanted more. He lifted his mouth from me.

  “Mmm, what a sweet pussy. It’s talking to me. You wanna know what it’s saying? It’s saying, Eat me. Lick my clit, suck it. I want you to say that to me, princess.” He lowered his mouth back to my cunt, and his tongue flicked at my clit.

  I moaned. “Please . . . e-eat my pussy. Lick my clit, suck it . . . sir.”

  His chuckle vibrated against my clit, and he gave me what I wanted, sucking it between those soft, perfect lips. With each pull of his lips, the pressure increased, driving me up and up until I was soaring once more. My breath puffed from me in short gasps.

  “Ah . . . ah . . . ah. Please, may I come, sir?”

  “Sorry, pet, but you’ll have to wait,” he said, and stopped.

  No, no, no, I shrieked in my head.

  I felt his fingers probe my ass. He grasped the base of the plug and pulled if from my ass. The sensation brought a shudder of pleasure, but it was short-lived. Surely, he wasn’t going to leave me like this.

  The mattress dipped when he climbed off. He lifted me up, one thick arm between my legs, the other behind my shoulders.

  “That’s quite the juicy little cunt, princess, but I want that ass.”

  He shifted me in his arms and laid me facedown on another piece of bondage furniture. I was kneeling on two separate kneepads with nylon straps tightened over my calves. The leather cuffs he removed in favor of individual padded cuffs. There was another over my back and a final one over my hips, effectively restricting torso movement. I was completely cinched down, unable to move, unable to shift away from the huge cock he would soon introduce into my ass . . . but I tried anyway and got a stinging smack on my butt for my trouble.

  “That is one world-class ass, I’ll give you that.” His hand soothed the sting of his blow. “I can understand why you’re hesitant. My cock is a little bigger than average. I suppose we could stop now, and I could let you go . . . but I’m a greedy bastard, and I’ve been dreaming about shoving my cock up your ass since the first time I saw you.”

  It was sheer torture. He was walking around the table, touching me here, lightly pinching there, sliding a finger into my cunt to make sure I was still wet.

  Finally, he eased his hip against mine, idly stroking my ass. “You’ve had a good time today, haven’t you, pet? Lots of orgasms, a tiny spanking or two, a nice big cock in your pussy.”

  He leaned down, spreading my ass cheeks. “Another pretty, pink little hole, and it’s all for me.”

  He licked across one taut cheek, stroking my pussy from vagina to anus. His index finger penetrated my ass, and I moaned. This man definitely knew what he was doing. He continued to lick, his index finger fucking gently while his other fingers cunningly aroused my cunt.

  “Ah, your clit has decided to come out and play.” He caressed it, gently circling that sensitive nub. “I’m gonna make you so hot for it, you’ll be begging me to take your ass.”

  * * *

  It was true, every word. This . . . criminal . . . had rocked my world. He’d taken me to heights I’d only ever imagined. I’d climbed the sexual equivalent of Mount Everest in the few hours he’d held me captive. And as shameful as it was to admit, once I got over the fear that he was actually going to hurt me, I’d loved every minute of it.

  I was a slut.

  The worst human being to walk the face of the earth.

  The mother of all whores.

  I would have to tell Jess. Be completely honest with him about what had happened here today because I don’t think I could ever go back to vanilla sex after experiencing all the things I’ve written about in my fantasy journal. He would break up with me, of course, and I wouldn’t blame him. Who wanted a slut for a girlfriend? A sharp smack to my backside snapped me out of my mental recriminations, and once again, there was a clenching deep inside me.

  “That’s better.” He soothed the sting with his tongue. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, princess?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Two fingers were in me, curling, stroking, and I was panting, mewling, so close to coming again that I think I’d die if he stopped. So, of course he did.

  “No, no, no!”

  I wailed it to him this time, consequences be damned. I waited for the palm of his hand on my ass, or the tentacles of his flogger, but nothing came. Especially me. He was silent, whatever he was doing. There was the tearing of a condom packet, then the oil dribbled between my cheeks.

  He was behind me now, hands on my butt, spreading my cheeks. His thumbs stroked the swollen folds of my pussy. It was bui
lding again, not as strong as before, but I still felt hot and needy, and the head of his cock pressed against the delicate star of my anus.

  “Ready or not, here I come.”

  I expected a full-on thrust, but once again he was gentle, easing into me. The instinct of my body was to try to expel him, so I pushed out, and he eased in farther.

  “Gaah, jeeze, it hurts!”

  That dark, soft laugh was back. “Of course it does, pet. Keep pushing, I’m only halfway in there.”

  Oh God. It felt like there was a branding iron up my ass. I pushed harder, and he was all the way in, at last.

  “Now, you’re gonna like this,” he whispered close to my ear.

  He straightened and pulled back. The strangled half moan was mine. I had no words to describe this feeling. It was unlike any other. It was a dark, unnatural kind of pleasure, or so I’d been told. Good girls weren’t supposed to like having a dick up their asses, but as he withdrew and eased back in, each stroke getting stronger, I knew I wasn’t a good girl. Not anymore. I liked having a dick up my ass, especially this one.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, more.”

  He was brutal, absolutely merciless, never letting up, never tiring. As full as I felt, it seemed impossible that he would be able to continue gliding out, ramming deep, stretching and burning my battered ass as I panted and gasped. Begged.

  “Yes—yes! Please fuck me. Please make me come. I need to come!”

  He rammed his cock deep, grinding his hips against my butt, and reached around to invade my pussy. Two fingers went deep, and I screamed.

  “Oh, yeah, you’re gonna come, princess.” He found my clit, swollen to nearly bursting, and tormented the hard pearl until I was howling once again.

  “Now,” he growled. “Now you come.”

  He withdrew and lunged back, reaming me hard and fast. I would hurt tomorrow, but I was beyond caring now. My orgasm was building again; I could feel my empty vagina clench and release, clench and release. My breath sawed in and out of my lungs with a rasp.