“Well, then, you’ve missed out. I think you’ll find that it’s . . . a different feeling, and I’d be willing to bet you enjoy it, probably more than you want to.”
This man was dangerous! He already sounded as if he knew her entirely too well already. Sunny didn’t want to find out she liked this! She didn’t want to do it at all, and she told him so, rather stridently.
Keeping her in that very submissive position as they spoke, Rod asked quietly, “Are saying you want to withdraw your consent to our bet – our agreement?” As he spoke, his hands were busy, one massaging and occasionally spanking her bottom, and the other – well, the other was the real problem.
It was between her legs like it meant business, reaching up from below, between her legs, to slip two fingers into her this time, with his thumb landing on top of her clit as if it had found a new home. He was slowly stroking up and down and round and round, bringing the pleasure to the forefront again with a vengeance, rendering Sunny a moaning, slavering mass of almost - but not quite there - nerves.
Then he pressed the gloved, lubed finger of his free hand to her bottom flower, working it up inside her, slowly but firmly. Having already taken her enema, she was still somewhat stretched in that area, and he was up to his knuckles in seconds. As she felt him seated deep within her, it forced a long, low moan from her that was somewhere between the ultimate ecstasy and painfully embarrassing humiliation, and he knew she was right where he wanted.
It sounded to him as if he had allowed her just a bit too much pleasure, so he folded his teasing thumb well away from her trigger point, and simply began fucking her with his finger in her ass. Before he’d withdrawn and plunged twice, she already sounded as if she was seconds away from exploding beneath him.
She might be afraid of being stretched, which was understandable, but she enjoyed being fucked there, considering her reactions to both the enema nozzle and now his finger. From what he could tell, her body loved the combination of a somewhat uncomfortable, embarrassing challenge mixed with a pinch of pleasure, and that was exactly what he intended to give her.
He reached down and took a hold of a big handful of that beautiful blonde hair of hers, pulling slowly back until she had to raise her head and the top half of her body off the bed and arch herself back awkwardly.
She needed no further reminder, whispering hoarsely, “No, Sir.”
That wasn’t enough anymore. “No, Sir, what? Finish the sentence, Sunny.”
She was panting, trying to be comfortable in this position, but it was impossible. He wasn’t exactly hurting her, but it was no picnic, either. Her hands were still behind her back, which arched her body acutely, thrusting her breasts into outrageous prominence, something he took full advantage of by reaching down with his free hand to grope cruelly before she could even begin to respond.
When she responded to his question it was as if it was someone else talking. Her conscious mind was appalled by this entire situation, but it was the deeper recesses of her brain that had stepped to the forefront now, for the first time in her life. And they wanted what they wanted.
“I d-don’t want to – to stop, Sir.”
He wasn’t going to let her get away with so mealy-mouthed a response. “So you still consent?”
Tears rolled off her cheeks and onto the very mounds that inspired them as he worked his way from one breast to the other – almost systematically – squeezing, pinching, and tugging incessantly, so that she never had a second’s respite.
“Yes, Sir.”
That was nowhere near enough, and he had to look into her eyes to determine if she was being deliberately difficult. What he found there was a more open face than he’d ever seen before. Yes, it was wet with copious tears, and he could see the very real pain she was feeling written across it, but there was a level of acceptance that hadn’t been there previously, and he wanted to solidify it and build on it.
“Say it, Sunny,” he ground out.
She didn’t try to stall or delay her answer in the least – not even for a second’s thought or reconsideration. “I consent, Sir.”
His hands left her breasts immediately as he pulled her even further back against him, leaning down to kiss her in the gentlest and most profound manner, belying the way he’d tortured her seconds earlier. Then he guided her slowly and carefully back into that humiliating position, having gotten exactly what he wanted out of her.
He repositioned himself at her back door, his cock swelling to even greater girth at the sight of the difference in sizes between himself and that tiny, pinched opening.
“You are not to move, Sunny. You can let me know if you grow uncomfortable, but that’s not necessarily going to change the course of events. It will help you if you can relax and remember that all you have to do to make me – and thus you – happy is to submit. You don’t need to think or worry about anything; that’s my job. Yours is just to bend yourself to my will and obey.”