Sara curled against Rick’s chest, limp and melty from the strength of her orgasm and content to let him stroke and touch her. She knelt in his lap, her legs open across his and her body curled to drop her head on his shoulder. His legs were open enough to force her a little wide and leave room for his gently stroking hands to tease her pussy and ass. Shifting a little and moaning against him, Sara stretched up enough to offer him better access even as his hands drifted away, running over her hips, up her back, massaging her shoulders lightly where her hands lay across the back of the chair obediently and drawing another set of low moans from her throat before moving on down her arms and back down to her thighs. Sara felt herself melting even further into him, into this helpless space where her body obeyed Rick’s every wish before her brain even considered a response. His easy, sensual touch only reinforced the control- casual confidence that he had every right to touch her however he pleased, that he had all the time in the world and didn’t have to touch her solely sexually.
Eventually, his hands returned once more to her thighs, stroking and teasing and firmly massaging her ass, dipping an occasional, teasing finger down to her labia until she was rolling her hips against him and making little whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
His voice came low and pleased against her ear. “Such a responsive little whore. It’s like you know exactly what you’re meant for… now, you’re going to crawl to that bag beside the bed,” Sara looked up, startled to realize she hadn’t noticed the gym bag next to the hotel bed, “and you’re going to bring it here. In your teeth.” She flushed. This wasn’t something she’d ever done, but she couldn’t deny the attraction. “Do you understand?”
Sara whimpered, nodding her head as she remembered to answer verbally. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, slipping to the floor and crouching there a moment to collect herself briefly before obeying. Turning, she crawled slowly over the stiff carpet, trying to move gracefully despite her lack of practice, hoping he enjoyed the view of her exposed ass and peeking pussy lips. Reaching the bag, she fumbled a moment, trying to grab the straps in her teeth but they had fallen to either side and eluded her. Finally, she figured out how to drag one strap across the center, then repeat the maneuver with the other before lifting both in her teeth. She could feel several objects in the bag, but aside from 2 of them being rectangular boxes, she couldn’t tell what any of them were. Returning to the man who she was already beginning to think of as her master, she considered how to finish her task: should she drop the bag at his feet, or try and lift her head to offer it to his hand? Hoping that she was making the right choice, she settled back on her knees, rising up to kneel at Rick’s feet and put the bag in her mouth at lap level for him. Meeting his eyes shyly, Sara was relieved to see a small smile on his face.
“Well done, darling. We’ll make a good little fucktoy out of you, yet.” Sara flushed at his words, but felt her belly turn over in little flip-flops of pleasure and arousal at the praise. One long-fingered hand removed the bag from her mouth, and she sank back down onto her knees to wait, curious a little afraid. What could he have possibly thought to bring here? They had talked some about toys, and about her love of bondage, but never in any real detail and certainly he couldn’t have known that things would turn out as they had… could he? When he removed a small box in a shape she recognized, Sara fought not to gasp. Rick smiled regardless, clearly catching her surprise as he removed the small metal buttplug from its box. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten that picture set you sent, did you, darling?” Sara squirmed a little, too embarrassed to answer. The pictures hadn’t been of her, but of a stunning bondage model, and the little metal plug with the faceted gem on the end had been particularly eye-catching. He let her silence pass, merely smirking at her evident discomfort. “Don’t worry, that’s not all.” Sara swallowed hard.
Next came came a small insertable vibrator, then a collar and leash and a set of leather cuffs with soft padding on the inside, until Sara found herself squirming more and more, trying ineffectually to force her shuddering muscles to stillness. There was a short length of rope, a spreader bar, and lastly, a thick phallic gag. Sara eyed this last with apprehension and more than a little fear. What exactly was he planning, and how long had he been planning it for? Each item was laid with care on the table beside Rick’s chair, until he emptied the bag and set it aside. “Stand up, pet.”
Almost unconsciously, Sara found herself shaking her head, her heavy breasts swinging with the motion. “I.. I can’t. Sir- Rick- I can’t do this. Please. You’ve had your fun, can we please just be done now? I swear I won’t tell anyone.” She couldn’t deny the sopping state of her cunt, but this was too much and she was terrified of whether or not, if she went any further down this road, she’d be able to stop. She realized, though, that despite her words she hadn’t moved from her kneeling position, and Rick clearly realized it, too, because he didn’t look in the least worried. He merely leaned forward, bringing his face close to hers, blue eyes cold and unforgiving after the warmth and approval he’d shown only moments ago.
“I told you before, bitch. You can and you will. And for every time you protest, every time you tell me No, I’m going to make this a little harder. So keep going. Keep digging that hole because I’m going to fill every one you have.” He grabbed her hair abruptly, dragging her face down to his groin and forcing her mouth against his erection. “We haven’t even begun, baby. Now, kiss me gently and say, ‘please.’”
Sara felt a sob rise in her throat, but realized at the same time that she was so wet that she was actually dripping on the carpet beneath her cunt. She leaned forward and kissed his cock under his pants, inhaling his earthy, warm scent, and felt her stomach tighten. “Please, Sir,” she whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Please, what?”
Sara squirmed. What did he want her to say? His hand tightened in her hair and tears pricked her eyes. Finally, she gave in and just said what she wished- despite her pride, despite her fear, despite everything. “Please use me like the fucktoy that I am, Sir.” Immediately, shame overwhelmed her and she pressed her face back against his crotch, hiding it, but his hand gentled in her hair and stroked it.
“Good girl. *Very* good girl.” Sara shook, caught between shame, arousal, and flustered pleasure at his praise. “Now, stand up, turn around, and lean forward with your elbows on the bed.” Sara obeyed, shaking like a leaf. The position put her bent over in front of him, legs spread, her ass and pussy completely exposed, and her heavy breasts visible hanging down from her small frame. “Look down and between your legs at what I’m doing.” She whimpered but obeyed, watching from between her own thighs as he lifted up the little plug and warmed it in his hand, the sight alone making her shiver. He stood and pressed the cool metal into her pussy, twisting and turning it to coat it thoroughly in her arousal and Sara cried out a little at the weight of it pressing against her inner walls. After only a moment, though, he removed the rounded metal and pressed the tip of it against her puckered asshole. Sara squeaked and stiffened before biting her lip and forcing herself to relax. She had a feeling that no amount of whining or begging would stop him right now, and she didn’t want to make it worse for herself. Panting a little, the desperately aroused woman felt the cool metal press more and more firmly against her asshole until, almost abruptly, the tip slid inside her. She gave a short, inarticulate cry that only made Rick chuckle as he pressed the rest of the plug inside her, stretching her ass around the base before it settled inside her. Shifting her weight a little, Sara could feel the heaviness pressing against her Skene gland, the female equivalent to the prostate, and she groaned- she enjoyed anal play and plugs, but the weight of this was like nothing else and she couldn’t quite keep still. A casual smack to her ass forced her to stillness, though, without his having to say a word. From between her legs, Sara watched Rick select something else, then kneel behind her. A moment later, a cuff was buckled around one ankle, then the other. Sara shook harder as warm hands grasped her hips and pulled her upright, then turned her around and pressed her back to a kneeling position. The motion rocked the plug inside her and made her bite her lip on a gasp, and the pressure to it when she knelt drew a low sound from her throat. Rick’s grin turned darker, but without saying a word he simply added another set of cuffs to her wrists, locking them in front of her this time before tipping her chin up and adding the collar. As the cool leather wrapped around her throat, Sara trembled against his hands. Without conscious volition, she found herself leaning forward quickly to kiss his hands briefly before they withdrew from her neck, and one hand stopped briefly to caress her cheek.
“Now that you’re properly adorned, pretty pet, it’s time to earn your keep.” Somewhere, he’d removed his shirt, and she swallowed at the sight of him standing above her in only jeans and boxers. “Take off my pants.”
Sara froze for a moment before obeying, fumbling a little with her bound hands but eventually unfastening his pants and tugging them gently down his hips and to his bare feet, tugging lightly on his ankles to ask him to lift his feet in order to remove them completely. Only when this was done did she return to his boxers, carefully slipping one hand inside as best she could and curling it carefully around his hard cock, taking a moment to share a low groan with him at the feel of him after so long anticipating it. Slowly, using the back of the hand wrapped around his cock to protect it from the rough waistband of his boxers, she pulled them down as well, loosing the hot, smooth skin of his cock only reluctantly as she repeated the removal of his boxers. His voice was hoarse this time as he touched her hair. “Good girl. Now, you may lick me but you may not take me into your mouth.”
She made another small, frustrated noise, aching to taste him, but behaved reluctantly. Cupping his balls with one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of his cock, leaning in to gently kiss the rounded head, her tongue flicking out to tease the slit before dipping to lick gently at his frenulum and drawing a low groan from his throat. Every movement rocked the heavy little plug in her ass and brought another wave of sensation. “Good girl,” he rasped as she continued to alternate licks and small kisses around the corona, using lips, tongue, and gentle teeth to stimulate the head, swirling her tongue around the whole head without *quite* closing her mouth to be considered taking him in. Encouraged by his low groans of pleasure, she sped up, whimpering a little at the injunction not to suck him into her mouth like her favorite candy, and avoided temptation by releasing her hands and licking and nibbling her way down his shaft, burying her face in his balls and putting lips, tongue, and teeth to work there. Gentle scrapes of her teeth over his rounded testes, pointed tongue against the sensitive spot where scrotum meets perineum, long, slow lathing of warm tongue along the length of his scrotum until Rick’s hands tightened in her hair again. “Now.” His voice was barely articulate, and she found herself proud, but mostly excited, as she finally- 5 years of finally- drew his cock slowly, sweetly into her mouth. His shuddering breath was music to her ears, and she continued to press herself forward, enveloping his cock in her hot mouth inch by inch until her nose pressed against his groin and her throat spasmed around him. The change in position this brought moved the plug around again, never letting her forget it’s weight filling her. They had talked about this over text for years- he knew her enjoyment of deep-throating, but it had been a rarity for him over the years and she wanted to see his reaction. Tilting her head back without losing more than a half-inch of him, she turned her eyes up to him, only to be surprised by the sound of a camera shutter as he held his phone up to frame her face buried in his cock. He was taking pictures of her sucking him- oh God. There was absolutely no way she would be able to spin this to her husband- she knew exactly how wanton she’d looked and she started to pull back but his hand tightened again and pressed her inexorably back onto him until she nearly choked. “Now, now, pet, just a little insurance for your continued cooperation. We have so much fun ahead of us, and I wouldn’t want you to get cold feet.” She whimpered, body slumping a little. There was no way out of this. The thought was as arousing as it was terrifying. “Now keep going.”
Swallowing as best she could around his cock in her throat, Sara obeyed the man who now owned her, replacing her hands on the base of his shaft and balls and sucking him deeply into her mouth with every stroke. She kept up a fast, deep pace, encouraged by his hands pressing her against him and the little waves of pleasure from her plugged ass, hungry for him and afraid not to please him at the same time, and it wasn’t long before she felt the vibration in his balls that presaged orgasm. Speeding up just a little to push him over the edge, she moaned dissent when he started to pull her mouth away. She knew he wanted to cum on her face, her tits, but in this instance she was willing to disobey him- she wanted to taste him, dammit. Pressing her mouth down harder to deep throat him again, she shook her head a little against his hand and he laughed disbelievingly. “Fine, girl, you can have your way in this, but you’ll pay for it later.” In that moment, she didn’t care, sucking hungrily as he exploded inside her, swallowing against the hot tide of his cum and staying pressed deeply to him. Finally, as her lips began to feel shredded from their tight pressure over her teeth, his body began to relax a little and she shivered against him and started to pull away. His hand clamped down again and she froze. “You’re not done, my hungry little whore. Lick me clean and suck me hard again.”
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