Page 84 of Lost to the Woods

She turns her head away.

I sigh, feigning disappointment. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy now. You know there are five of us here. We need all your pink holes ready to be used.”

“Fuck you,” she grits out.

I laugh, low and dark. “I love that fire in you, it makes it so much more fun.” My thumb strokes her bottom lip. “But you should start appreciating how good I am to you. Opening you up first is foryourown enjoyment, after all. I don’t want to hurt you… well, not like this anyway. And you’ll see how much you love your ass getting fucked.”

“You’re sick,” she spits with disgust. I let it slide this time, too entertained to even get mad.

“Hmm, looks like you prefer pain.”

Her breath catches, and she shakes her head wildly.

“Open your pretty little mouth,” I command.

A beat of defiance—then her lips part, just a fraction. Good enough. I slowly slide the plug inside, her tongue darting out instinctively to wet it.

“That’s it. Good girl,” I murmur as my other hand slips between her parted legs. My gloved fingers find her sweet asshole, spreading the lube, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

She tenses, whimpering, and I love the way she struggles.

“Shh. Relax for me, baby.” One finger probes in, slow but relentless. She moans around the plug, the sound muffled and soft, as my finger pushes in, just the tip. Her body jolts, and she clenches around the intrusion. “Mmmm, you’re so fucking tight,” I growl, working my finger deeper. “I can’t wait to have that tiny hole wrapped around my cock.”

I pull the plug from her mouth, now warm and slick with her spit, and press the pointed tip to her entrance.

She mewls, her body immediately resisting.

“Breathe,” I tell her, and I don’t stop putting pressure until her body is forced to accept it. The plug pops into place, the pink diamond heart nestled snugly between her cheeks, almost mocking in its cuteness.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, stroking her thigh. “Wasn’t that hard, now was it?” Then I step back, admiring my work in her all glory. Goddamn, she is a vision.

“I hate you!” Her voice is raw, her chest rising and falling in frantic little bursts as she jerks against the restraints.

And she has absolutely no idea what’s coming.

“Oh, my little bunny…” I cock my head, grinning beneath the mask. “You’re about to hate meso much more.”

I step to the wall, dragging my fingers over all the paddles and whips, taunting her.

“No!” she wails, tossing her head from side to side. “Please, don’t!”

“You beg so pretty,” I whisper, stopping. “But it’s time for your punishment.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I promise. Please, don’t do this.”

“Ah, that’s what you were so scared of…” I chuckle, loving how the aroma of her fear fills the space between us. “Is it the pain? Or the fact that you just might enjoy it?”

She stays silent. It’s both. It’s always both with her.

I sigh. “That’s okay, I can get more creative if you want.”

Instead, I pick up the candle and approach her back. The flame dances across her jawline as I step closer.

She’s crying uncontrollably now. Pretty little tears tracking down her flushed cheeks, slipping down her throat, wetting the soft curves of her breasts.

Fucking perfect.

I tilt the candle just enough. A single bead of melted wax swells at the tip before falling. It lands just above her collarbone.

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