going to need that distraction.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He withdrew, pounded back in. Every part of me felt the invasion. I breathed deep, inhaling his breath, his scent and the stench of the alley mixing with the musk of my arousal. An orgasm wasn’t far off. I’d been so turned on for this, so ready.
He changed his rhythm. Instead of pumping in and out he stayed buried deep and ground against my clit.
“Sir, oh… Sir…” I gasped, knowing I didn’t stand a chance.
That was it. A beautiful but wicked orgasm fired through my pelvis. I cried out as my arse contracted around the plug with concrete-like spasms. It wasn’t painful, just exquisite.
“Ah, fuck, God give me strength,” Gabriel muttered onto my lips. “You’re always so damn responsive to me.”
“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Only you.”
He grasped my right tit. Squeezed my trembling flesh then tugged my nipple. “This is dangerous,” he whispered. “Anyone might come and think I’m raping you. Taking a woman against her will. You’re tied up, gasping, crying…”
“I’m not crying,” I managed.
“You will be in a minute. Crying with pleasure.”
Suddenly he pulled out of my pussy. My feet hit the floor, my body elongating as I was stretched by the tie securing my hands.
“Turn, slut,” he said, forcing me to pirouette, like a clumsy ballerina.
I faced the wall. My cheek bunched against the cold, gritty brickwork, a slimy patch of moss sitting just next to my temple.
“And spread your legs. How the fuck am I supposed to get my money’s worth out of you, whore”—he tapped at my feet with his, encouraging me to widen my stance—“if your legs are together?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Cool air breezed between my legs.
“Poor scratched arse,” he said, stooping and palming my buttocks. He kissed them both, then the crack, right down to where the butt plug was.
A guttural groan grew then burst from me. Feeling his lips, his fingers on my filled bum, my wide rim, was more erotic than I had ever imagined.
He was enthusiastically licking, kissing, and giving me sharp little nips with his teeth. Damn, I’d never have believed that I could orgasm from being adored like this, in my most intimate place, but right now, I wasn’t far off tipping over the edge again, having barely come down from a clitoral climax.
What must we look like? What would someone see if they ventured down our alley now? The imagined visual sent a shot of lust to my clit, moisture seeping from me. The reality of my fantasy was a dream come true.
“Oh, Sir, yes, thank you,” I said, bunching my fists. My fingers were tingling, my toes were curling.
“You’ll need this,” he said, sliding something cool through my slit. “I want you to have both holes filled when I fuck your arse.”
I tensed as a hard, cool object poked at my entrance.
“Love balls,” he said. “And you must keep them in, that is an order. If you don’t you will be punished later.”
“Ah, oh, yes, yes I’ll do my best.”
He pushed the balls into me. They were smooth and dense, their weight already creating a delicious dragging pressure as they lodged high, and one of them sat neatly against my G-spot.
“And this,” he said, touching the base of the plug, “needs to come out so I can go in. There might be a day I want to slip in next to the plug, see just how much you can take up your arse, but you’re not ready for that. It will take time and discipline for me to train you for so much. Train you for that and all the other dark, depraved things I have in mind for you—when you’re mine.”
“I am yours.” Depraved sounded good to me. The more fucking depraved and dangerous the better. “And, I…”
My words and thoughts trailed off as he slipped the plug from my anus. The sensation was strange, a reversal of earlier, but left behind a sense of loss. I had a need for him to return, get up there, shove in hard and fast and make that spark turn into a wild fire of
“Thank you, Sir.”
He withdrew, pounded back in. Every part of me felt the invasion. I breathed deep, inhaling his breath, his scent and the stench of the alley mixing with the musk of my arousal. An orgasm wasn’t far off. I’d been so turned on for this, so ready.
He changed his rhythm. Instead of pumping in and out he stayed buried deep and ground against my clit.
“Sir, oh… Sir…” I gasped, knowing I didn’t stand a chance.
That was it. A beautiful but wicked orgasm fired through my pelvis. I cried out as my arse contracted around the plug with concrete-like spasms. It wasn’t painful, just exquisite.
“Ah, fuck, God give me strength,” Gabriel muttered onto my lips. “You’re always so damn responsive to me.”
“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Only you.”
He grasped my right tit. Squeezed my trembling flesh then tugged my nipple. “This is dangerous,” he whispered. “Anyone might come and think I’m raping you. Taking a woman against her will. You’re tied up, gasping, crying…”
“I’m not crying,” I managed.
“You will be in a minute. Crying with pleasure.”
Suddenly he pulled out of my pussy. My feet hit the floor, my body elongating as I was stretched by the tie securing my hands.
“Turn, slut,” he said, forcing me to pirouette, like a clumsy ballerina.
I faced the wall. My cheek bunched against the cold, gritty brickwork, a slimy patch of moss sitting just next to my temple.
“And spread your legs. How the fuck am I supposed to get my money’s worth out of you, whore”—he tapped at my feet with his, encouraging me to widen my stance—“if your legs are together?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Cool air breezed between my legs.
“Poor scratched arse,” he said, stooping and palming my buttocks. He kissed them both, then the crack, right down to where the butt plug was.
A guttural groan grew then burst from me. Feeling his lips, his fingers on my filled bum, my wide rim, was more erotic than I had ever imagined.
He was enthusiastically licking, kissing, and giving me sharp little nips with his teeth. Damn, I’d never have believed that I could orgasm from being adored like this, in my most intimate place, but right now, I wasn’t far off tipping over the edge again, having barely come down from a clitoral climax.
What must we look like? What would someone see if they ventured down our alley now? The imagined visual sent a shot of lust to my clit, moisture seeping from me. The reality of my fantasy was a dream come true.
“Oh, Sir, yes, thank you,” I said, bunching my fists. My fingers were tingling, my toes were curling.
“You’ll need this,” he said, sliding something cool through my slit. “I want you to have both holes filled when I fuck your arse.”
I tensed as a hard, cool object poked at my entrance.
“Love balls,” he said. “And you must keep them in, that is an order. If you don’t you will be punished later.”
“Ah, oh, yes, yes I’ll do my best.”
He pushed the balls into me. They were smooth and dense, their weight already creating a delicious dragging pressure as they lodged high, and one of them sat neatly against my G-spot.
“And this,” he said, touching the base of the plug, “needs to come out so I can go in. There might be a day I want to slip in next to the plug, see just how much you can take up your arse, but you’re not ready for that. It will take time and discipline for me to train you for so much. Train you for that and all the other dark, depraved things I have in mind for you—when you’re mine.”
“I am yours.” Depraved sounded good to me. The more fucking depraved and dangerous the better. “And, I…”
My words and thoughts trailed off as he slipped the plug from my anus. The sensation was strange, a reversal of earlier, but left behind a sense of loss. I had a need for him to return, get up there, shove in hard and fast and make that spark turn into a wild fire of
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