Page 34 of Homewrecker

Ached.

Throbbed.

The flogger wasn’t particularly painful in an individual sense; no one blow really hurt, but the accumulation of them made her skin more and more sensitive. Even then, the fall of leather across her shoulders and butt didn’t quite register as ‘pain.’ When it swept up between her legs to smack against her pussy, that definitely felt good.

It was an explosion of heat and pleasure that didn’t quite take her over the edge but left her trembling atop it.

“Good girl.” Lincoln’s deep voice slid through her consciousness as his hands moved over her sensitive skin.

Ashley moaned, undulating as he ran his hands up her arms to her restrained wrists. It seemed to take him no time at all to get the cuffs off of her, then she was being lifted up and carried over to the bed. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder and neck, breathing in the scent of sandalwood. Her clit pulsed in steady rhythm between her legs, keeping time withher muscles clenching around the plug, and she shivered as he laid her back on the bed.

Her shoulders and buttocks felt so much more sensitive than usual, as though her skin had come alive in a way she’d never felt before. She could feel the softness of the silky sheets slipping against her skin—not that she had much time to enjoy it before Lincoln unclamped the jewelry on her right nipple.

Crying out, her back arched as he sucked the little bud into his mouth, blood flooding back into the flattened nub and filling it out again. It hurt. Holy fuck, it hurt, but it felt so good, too, especially when he sucked hard, his tongue gently making little circles around the swelling bud.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she writhed for him, panting through the surge of pleasure-pain.

“Fuck!”

“In a moment.” He lifted his head, his hand already opening the clamp on her other nipple. Ashley shrieked as his mouth switched sides. His hand closed around the breast he’d just abandoned, gently pinching the nipple that felt twice as swollen now that it was no longer clamped.

“Owwww…” She whined, squirming underneath him as he tormented her nipples with his lips and fingers. The tiny buds throbbed, pulsing with a combination of agony and ecstasy that discombobulated her senses.

“Good, pet… take the pain for me.”

Why was that so hot? Ashley strained beneath him, her muscles quivering, then he pulled back to sheathe his cock in a condom. Wait? When had he taken off his pants?

She felt like she was losing time. Losing herself to the sensations running through her.

Then his cock pressed against her pussy and began to push in.

She’d forgotten about the plug.

Lincoln was not small, and the plug made him feel even bigger. Thicker. The full sensation made her cry out, back arching upward, swollen nipples rubbing against his wiry chest hair. She could feel her muscles stretching to take him, her ass spasming around the plug as both holes were filled.

“Oh, fuck…”

Hands gripped her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head. It wasn’t the same as being restrained with cuffs or rope, but somehow, it was even better. She couldn’t move an inch, his weight bearing down on her, cock impaling her, hands pressing her wrists into the bed. All she could do was wrap her legs around him as he began to thrust, shuddering with the hot bliss that unraveled inside her.

The outer lips of her pussy felt more sensitive than usual, probably another effect of the flogger. She gasped as he ground his groin against her swollen flesh. Her clit throbbed in response, hips lifting to rub herself against him.

“That’s it, pet. Take my cock.” He lowered his head, his mouth hovering over hers as though he was going to drink in her cries of pain and pleasure. “I want to hear you scream.”

She didn’t have to be quiet this time. There was no reason to hold back the sounds bubbling up in her throat. Lincoln wanted to hear them.

So, when he began to move, harder, faster, pounding between her thighs and fucking her into the bed, she let herself make as much noise as she wanted—gasps, cries, whimpers. She said his name over and over as her passion climbed higher.

Pinned in place, she felt like his little sex toy, his little pet, to be used for his pleasure.

It should have felt degrading. Dehumanizing.

Instead, it turned her on even more. Ashley writhed beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he fucked her. Herbody had adjusted to being filled in both holes, and the intensity of her oncoming orgasm was more than she’d ever experienced.

“Please…” She panted for breath. “Please… Lincoln…”

He pushed her hands higher until they were above her head, and he could cover both wrists with one hand, freeing his other to move between their bodies. Ashley screamed for him, just as he’d wanted her to, as his thumb rubbed over her clit.

“Come for me, pet.”

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