“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Crack! There was another stripe across my buttocks.
He ran his finger along the new stripe. “Every one of this is a mark of ownership. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes…” I gasped.
“Who do you belong to?”
It was foolish of me, but I was a stubborn woman.
“I belong to myself!”
Crack! Crack! Crack! I shrieked aloud, legs kicking up with each strike. I wasn’t going to say the safe word, though. No way. I would not give him the satisfaction. I would not show him weakness.
Also, to be honest, there was no way I was going to send him off to his own bedroom. I wanted him so badly that I was almost ready to cry. I wanted him to plunge into every orifice I had. I wanted to lick his well defined abs and take his cock in my mouth and…
“Who do you belong to?”
I wanted to be sassy again, but I was running out of skin that hadn’t been whipped.
“Y-you,” I choked out.
“Say it a little louder?” he taunted. “I’m a little hard of hearing sometimes.”
I gritted my teeth. Bastard.
“I belong to you!” I shouted.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, running his hand gently over my stinging flesh.
His big, rough hand felt feather light as it moved over my skin. I bit my lip and swallowed tears of frustration. I wanted to scream “Fuck me now, damn it!” but I refused to beg.
He’d moved over to the table.
He came back with a bottle of lube and a plug.
“Has anyone ever taken you there?” he said.
“N-no,” I panted.
“Good. I’ll be your first. Since I’m a nice guy, sometimes, I’m going to go easy on you tonight. We’ll start with this.”
He dripped lubricant on my puckered, rosy hole, and massaged it in, slipping a finger inside. I squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation.
Then, he pressed the butt plug against my rectum, firmly. He pushed harder…harder…until he’d breached the resistance and it was inside me, filling me. It throbbed, but in a pleasurable way.
Then he flipped a switch and I felt it vibrate. The vibration hummed inside me and drove me nearly mad with frustration. I clutched at the comforter so tightly my knuckles turned white, and I blinked back tears as he lightly ran his fingers along my pussy lips again, with a soft, teasing touch.
“What do you want?” he crooned.
Forget pride. I was about ready to pass out with need. I felt as if I were burning up from the inside.
“You,” I begged. “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please!”
“All you had to do was ask.”
He moved between my legs and thrust into me. He was huge, stretching me out almost painfully, and I could feel his cock and the vibrating butt plug pressing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated him.
“Oh God,” he panted. “You are so fucking tight. Oh, yes, that’s it.” He pumped into me, his testicles slapping against me. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending pleasure twisting up inside me until I could barely stand it.
“Remember…” he gasped out. “You need my permission…to…come…”
“Please! I want it so bad! Please let me come!”
He began moving faster, slamming into me so hard that the bed moved with each thrust. I buried my face in the cloth and cried out.
“Come for me!” he barked, and I did, my body jerking, my muscles convulsing and clamping down on his cock. I felt the rippling waves travelling through me, and he held on to my hips so hard this fingers sank into my flesh. He let out a guttural cry, and his hot semen flooded me and leaked out onto my thighs, sticky and warm.
I came and came, waves of orgasm flooding me until I lay spent and shuddering and drenched in sweat.
He pulled out of me very slowly, and I crawled up onto the bed, breathing hard.
“I hope you realize that was just a preview of the coming attractions,” he growled, moving to lie on top of me. He was already hard again.
Chapter Seven
Maxwell wore a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked to the door and handed our used sheets over to his brother Lance. I thought Lance would just take the sheets and leave, but he gestured at Max to come out in the hallway to talk to him.
Max stepped out and talked to Lance a minute, then came back holding a dress for me. It was a tye-dyed rainbow cotton design, and it was the right size.
“Rise and shine, princess. We need to go run an errand,” he said.
“What?” I sat up in bed, scrubbing at my face with my hands. I was sticky and sore and dazed with exhaustion. “We need to go out? By the way, how did Lance know I’d need a dress?”