Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
While she was gone, I arranged the pillows against the headboard and settled myself comfortably against them. I intended to have a perfect view of Audrey’s continued training. I wanted to watch her face as she struggled to accept the larger plug, to see the mixture of shame and arousal in her expressive blue eyes.
She returned a few minutes later, clutching the blue plug in one hand and the lubricant in the other, as if they were dangerous things. The plug was significantly larger than the one she had used the previous night—perhaps half again as big around. The medical-grade silicone gleamed in the soft light, its surface smooth and unyielding. Audrey’s eyes were downcast, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Bring the plug here,” I told her. “Give it and the lube to me, then straddle my thighs with your body toward the foot of the bed—but I want your face turned over your shoulder to look at me.”
Audrey
The thoughts and feelings that went through my head and my body as I obeyed Pierre’s humiliating command seemed to belong to someone else. I couldn’t believe that I was about to offer my exposed bottom to him, to let him insert that terrifying plug, to prepare me for what he had promised would come tomorrow.
The fact that on top of the eight thousand euros he had already given me I had just earned a hundred thousand more—as an alert that had popped up in the mirror had just informed me—didn’t seem to have any effect on my roiling emotions. The reason I found myself moving toward the bed, my steps slow but inexorable, drawn by something I couldn’t name or resist, didn’t seem to have anything to do with money.
I handed Pierre the plug and lubricant, unable to meet his eyes as our fingers brushed. Then, with my heart hammering against my ribs, I turned and climbed onto the bed. I positioned myself as instructed, straddling his thighs, my back to him, my punished bottom presented for his use. In this position, with my face toward the foot of the bed, I couldn’t see what he was doing, could only anticipate his touch.
“Audrey,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “I told you to look at me.”
A thrill of fear traveled up my spine, but the worst part was how my hips jerked with unmistakable need as I awkwardly obeyed, meeting my sponsor’s cool gaze.
“Now lift your nightgown,” Pierre commanded, his voice husky with desire. “Show me your pretty whipped ass.”
My fingers shook as I reached back with one hand and gathered the sheer fabric, drawing it up until it bunched around my waist. The cool air caressed my exposed skin, making me acutely aware of my vulnerability. I couldn’t see much over my shoulder—just Pierre’s handsome face really. I heard the snap of the lubricant cap opening, then the soft, wet sound as he squeezed some onto his fingers.
“Arch your back,” he instructed. “Present yourself properly.”
I obeyed, lowering my chest slightly and tilting my pelvis to better expose my intimate places to him. The position was overwhelmingly lewd, offering both my virgin anus and my freshly deflowered sex for his inspection. I felt wetness seeping from my pussy again, my body’s shameful response to this new humiliation.
“Such a beautiful sight,” Pierre murmured appreciatively. “Your bottom marked with my discipline, your little holes waiting for my attention.”
I whimpered as his slick finger found my rear entrance, circling it with deliberate pressure. Unlike before, this time he didn’t tease—he pushed firmly, breaching the tight ring of muscle. I gasped at the intrusion, my body instinctively tensing against it.
“Relax,” Pierre urged, his free hand stroking my punished buttock soothingly. “Breathe deeply and push back against my finger. The more you resist, the more uncomfortable it will be.”
I tried to follow his instructions, forcing myself to take slow, deep breaths as I consciously relaxed the muscles that fought against his invasion. To my surprise, the discomfort began to ease, replaced by a strange, forbidden pleasure as his finger moved deeper inside me.
“Good girl,” Pierre praised, adding more lubricant before slowly introducing a second finger. “You’re learning quickly.”
The stretch of two fingers made me moan, a sound that seemed to come from someone else—someone wanton and shameless, someone who enjoyed this taboo penetration. Pierre worked his fingers in and out of my bottom with methodical patience, gradually opening me up, preparing me for the plug that seemed impossibly large.
“Please,” I whispered, without any idea what to ask for. My mind had become a chaotic swirl of contradictions, but to my dismay my body seemed to know exactly what it wanted, pressing back against Pierre’s fingers with shameful eagerness.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice rich with amusement. “Please fuck your virgin ass with this big plug? Please prepare you to take my cock there tomorrow? You need to be specific, Audrey.”