Page 132 of Cinderella Is Faking It

He had barely started, and I was begging again already.

I jerked when something cold and hard pushed against my clit, chasing off the heat for just a second before he dragged it up my fold. It was small, too small to make much of an impact if he- I yelped when he dragged it past my entrance and positioned the cold tip against my ass instead.

He pushed slowly, and the image formed in my head. I’d seen enough of them on the pages of his books to recognize the small teardrop shape of a plug. The strain against my muscles rippled up my entire spine. Each inch widened me further, pain sharpening.

My fingers jerked around the chain.

But then the ache eased as the plug slotted into place.

Beck’s hands dug into my cheeks as he pulled them apart, thumbs rubbing circles around my tense opening. “The prettiest damn jewel you’ll ever wear. Fuck. I want you to wear that every damn day, sweetheart.”

Jewel? Right. I’d seen those. The plugs with a sparkling stone at the end. Not the jewelry I’d usually opt for… He pulled it back again and my insides pulsed painfully around it. My cry was suffocated, and every thought fled my mind. He slid it back and forth, the thickest part of it pulling taut against my entrance and plunging back, until the pain ebbed into a strange, different pleasure. The pressure in my lower back humming.

“Beck,” I whined into the fabric, knowing fully well the plea was lost. With the last thrust of the plug, he pushed something hard and cold against my pussy. I barely registered it, before the dildo thrust into me and a white-hot pain exploded through me. I screamed into his mattress. My toes scraped against the floor and my free hand pulled on my restraints. I held the chain tight though. I could feel the butt plug pressing down against the dildo. I wasn’t even sure if it was large or if it was just the double pressure that made it feel like I was stretched to a breaking point.

“You feel that, Del? You’re mine.” His teeth scraped over the curve of my ass, and I jerked, then whimpered because even that tiny movement sent a pulse of hot pain through my insides. “Mine to play with.” He bit down, my cheek in his mouth, and I twitched again, moaning as my walls tightened around the toys. That hadn’t been a gentle bite either, sharp pain throbbing where his teeth had dug in. “Mine to pleasure however I want.” He bit down hard on my other cheek and gave the dildo another push, sliding it deeper. The heat between my legs was boiling, every sensation blurring into the feeling of pulsing, hot fullness. I whimpered quietly as he kept biting, kept thrusting the hard length into me.

“Please,” I moaned into the sheets, “please,” not entirely sure what I was begging for. For him to stop? For more?

Something clicked, and the thick toy inside me started buzzing. The vibrations pushed against the plug and rippled up my spine. Shoulders flexing, neck bending, I bit down on a mouthful on cotton and dissolved into a whimpering, squirming mess, unable to move, to push back. My legs tried to jerk up, but Beck had the bar pinned against the bed. The orgasm quaked through my bones, all senses short-circuiting until I was nothing but the tremors rocking through my body.

I blinked and somehow found myself on my back, head on the pillows, heaving air and staring up into Beck’s beautiful slate eyes. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed.

He chuckled. “That’s your first thought after coming like that?”

“Yeah, mh-hmm,” I hummed, thoughts clearing enough for the dull pressure in my hips to seep through. He’d left the plug in. And lying on my back, it pushed deep against my insides.

“Sounds like I need to up my game.”

“Oh no, don’t worry. That was number three.” My gaze raked down the smooth ridges of his body to the thick erection outlined in his pants. “I think we can end the night here,” I grinned.

“We’re done when I say we’re done.” His fingers were on the belt, but he just opened the knot around my waist. My hands were still caught in it. And instead of taking it off, he wrapped the ends around his headboard.

“Beck,” I mumbled, “you said I could touch you after three orgasms.”

“I saidat leastthree orgasms.” He grinned and crushed his mouth into mine painfully hard as he yanked my wrists tight against the headboard. The chain links bit into my palm and I winced, which only seemed to spur him on, his tongue sweeping past my lips to claim mine. “I think we can make it five,” he rasped after breaking out of the kiss.

I shot a quick look up at the knots keeping my arms up, and another tremor of anticipation rocked through my body. I was stretched out in all directions, completely exposed to him. “You can take the chain.”

“Keep it. You might still need it.” My stomach tightened just knowing he had plans that would make it impossible to use my words. “Give me two seconds.”

He left the bed but even raking my head, I couldn’t make out anything past my knees. I heard a drawer opening and closing though before Beck came back to me. He trailed a hand from my collar to my navel. My spine arched for him on its own accord, needing his touch like a flower needed the sun. “I’ve been wanting to try this since you let me tie you up at the beach,” he announced, and I didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant before a sharp pain pierced through my nipple. I cried out, tears springing to my eyes, and I almost dropped the safety chain - until I saw what he’d done. A small silver clamp with rubber edges was fastened to the tip of my breast. It was connected to a second one with a thin silver chain.

“Oh god,” I breathed just before Beck locked the second one in place. Head thrown back, I gasped through the pain. It didn’t ebb off either. This wasn’t his teeth, piercing me in place for a hot moment, and it wasn’t a slap that left nothing but an afterburn. This was a continuous, throbbing strain.

“Eyes on me.” He tugged on the slim chain, sending a new flash through the peaks of my breasts.

I forced my neck to bend down even though every part of me wanted to recoil from the pain, just to see Beck grin at me with the chain between his teeth. If I’d had any doubts before, they were well and truly diminished by that sight. I was his. Completely. Mind, body, and soul.

“Beck,” I whimpered, needing him, needing his touch, needing to connect with him.

“Ssh.” His warm thumbs smoothed over my cheeks, clearing away the tears that had sprung up, and I tilted for his soft touch. The thin chain dropped from his mouth to my chest. “I know you can give me one more, sweetheart.”

He didn’t give me the chance to protest before he grabbed hold of the spreader bar and whipped it up. Air spluttered from my lungs. My own weight pressed into me. It took him less than ten seconds to fasten the metal rod to the ends of the belt that kept my hands in place. There were maybe eight or nine inches between my wrists and my ankles. For all intents and purposes, he’d folded me in half.

I dragged my gaze back to him, his dark, hungry eyes roaming over me.

“You’re mine,” Beck said, just before his hand whipped against my center.

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