How could her body betray her so? She’d dabble and read and looked at this sort of thing, thinking it might be a lark to do sometime as long as she was the one in control of it, but this was far removed from any fantasy she might have had. She was already cramping from the inner turmoil, hating the way the sluicing water tied her belly in knots, wanting to get up and run far away from here.
But then other parts – bigger parts by far - of her were more into it than she wanted to think about, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having something like this being “done to” her, almost reveling in the complete and utter, absolutely stark loss of control, so much so that it took all she had not to rub herself against the big broad knee that was positioned right beneath her.
She wasn’t sure which way to turn; what, if anything, to do.
He reached over and clamped off the flow, and she had a bit of relief from the pressure that had been building. Unfortunately, he didn’t do anything more - made no move to remove the blasted thing and let her relieve herself, finally!
Instead, she could feel his fingers creeping up between legs that were clamped very tightly together, as if that would help her hold her water.
“I’ll only have you hold it for ten minutes this time, since it’s your first with me – or ever?” he asked, his tone implying that he expected an answer to that very embarrassing question.
“Ever, Sir,” she ground out, barely, between clenched teeth.
“Ten it is then.” Those fingers were busy the entire time he spoke. He removed the hairbrush in favor of forcing her to open her legs quite wide, guiding her so that she was directly over one knee and her legs naturally fell apart whether she wanted them to or not. “I want you to put your feet on tip toe, and point your heels out,” he ordered.
Sunny didn’t know what those instructions were going to do until she’d obeyed them and discovered that, especially with her heels splayed, she couldn’t clench her backside no matter how hard she tried. With her legs draped to either side of his knee, she was completely open and available to him, stem to stern.
Which was, of course, exactly as he wanted it.
Chapter IV
He found her little quim easily, drenched as it was, which let him know that he was following the perfect path with her. He had been concerned, in the back of his mind, that he might have been a bit too severe with her, especially since they were so new, but that was all the evidence he needed to know that he was spot on. Rod slipped his middle finger up inside her, feeling the presence of not only the rigid nozzle in her bottom but also that she was quite full of medicine, and he knew that his finger’s presence within her pussy would only add to her distress – as well as her enjoyment of – what was being done to her behind.
With her quim full, he used his already wet thumb to worry her swollen clit, pressing harder than he might if he was trying to bring her off, but then, that was not his goal – yet. He just wanted to fondle her intimately because he could, and because he wanted her to realize that fact, as well as the idea that orgasms for her were far from a sure thing. He wasn’t certain he was going to allow her to come at all this weekend. He would have to see how well she behaved – or didn’t.
“Sunny.”
Oh dear God, he expected her to conduct a conversation while she was being molested and forcibly invaded like this? “Y-yes, Sir?”
He had made Sunny McClure stutter! No one would ever believe him, not that he was going to kiss and tell. “In case you didn’t realize it, you are never to come without being given permission, and I can tell you that it’s not looking good for this weekend. You are also forbidden from asking to come. If I’m going to allow it, I’ll tell you.”
The whole weekend? She was going to be treated like this – teased and tortured and taken - and then not allowed to get hers? And she couldn’t even ask for it? He had to be crazy!
Rod decided to make a bold move and assume that this was not going to be their only encounter, saying, “And, from now on, when you’re not with me, you’re not allowed to pleasure yourself. You no longer have that right. I am the only person in your life who does.”
Sunny was still in the midst of being thoroughly stunned at the whole “she wasn’t getting any satisfaction this weekend” statement, and his second declaration whizzed right by her without notice. He then began to use his spare hand to work the nozzle in and out of her while he still plied her expertly with his thumb, until she’d completely forgotten her outrage and was awash in heated bliss.
Not that she could go anywhere with it. How was she supposed to stop herself, anyway, she wondered? She’d never had that problem before, and she wasn’t at all sure she could even do it, but she knew she didn’t want another date with that blasted hairbrush – or his hand – any time soon, and both implements were too damned accessible for her comfort. His hand was splayed over her blushing, hot bottom where he was busily plunging that horrible thing in and not quite out of her, the weight of it on her seared flesh serving to remind her of her recent punishments.