Page 93 of Stripping the Sub
“Please what, pretty girl?” he asked, his hands still working on her breasts, fingers playing with the clamps and making her nipples ache, the sharp sensations going straight to her pussy, winding her up like a coil of wire on a spool.
“Please play with my pussy.” The plea was heartfelt. She didn’t beg to cum because she wasn’t quite there yet and she doubted he’d let her anyway. But maybe he’d touch her needy, aching pussy. The collar around her neck shifted as she squirmed, turning her on even more with the reminder it was there. That she belonged to him. “Please, please, please…”
SMACK!
The wet slap had her hips working, pumping upwards as the delicious pain spread through her core. His palm had come down hard on her splayed pussy lips, the heel of his hand spanking her clit, his fingers slapping against her sensitive folds, and Ellie cried out with the sheer, erotic joy of it. It burned, it stung, it felt sogood.
“More, please, please, please,” she begged. If three pleases were the magic words, she’d be happy to do it over and over again.
SMACK!
This time when he slapped down, he didn’t just snap his hand away, he slapped and held his hand on her pussy, rubbing her sensitive lips with his palms, stimulating her swollen clit and making her writhe as aching need sheered through her. Her breasts throbbed on her chest as she writhed, trying to rub more of her tender pussy against his hand.
SMACK!
Another slap and hold.
Enough pressure to make her hot and needy. Not enough to get her off. As soon as she thought she might be building up enough friction against his hand, he pulled it away again.
SMACK!
“Please, Michael,” she pleaded. “More… more… I need to cum…”
“Oh you’re going to cum, pretty girl,” he said, his hand rubbing against her open pussy, working its way lower, the tips of his fingers seeking and finding the crinkled bud of her anus. The tiny hole easily accepted a finger, slicked with her arousal, making her shudder at the perpetually naughty feeling of being fingered there. “But you’re going to wait until my cock is up your ass before you do.”
Her sphincter automatically tightened around his finger, which was working in and out of her ass, fucking the hole - preparing it - as her breath caught. Ellie had known he’d get there eventually. There’d been no mistaking his fascination with her asshole when he’d plugged her every time they were at the club together. She just hadn’t realized it would be tonight.
“Is this because I said yes to your collar?” she asked, shivering under his gaze as he watched her with slightly hooded eyes, his finger still working in and out of her asshole, moving much more easily as the small hole stretched.
A second finger began pushing into her as he answered. “Oh yes, Ellie. I told you, you’re all mine now and I’m claiming every last bit of you.”
Including her ass.
Anticipation and trepidation slid through her. It had been years since she’d had actual anal sex. Only a few Doms had ever wanted to take the play that far and she’d only said yes to the first two before realizing it made her feel too vulnerable, too intimate, too submissive with them. Too muchtheirs. But she was already Michael’s, and she wanted it.
“Yes, please,” she breathed out. And then wiggled. Frowned. “Shouldn’t I be facing the other way for that?”
“No, absolutely not,” Michael said, a sadistic twinkle in his eye making her insides curl. His fingers worked harder, fucking her asshole the way he was going to with his cock, making her quiver and shudder. “I’m going to watch your face while I sink my cock into this sweet little ass. I want to see every expression you make while you take me.”
A third finger pressed into her and Ellie cried out, trying to arch again, as Michael drove the three fingers into her stretched hole. The burn of discomfort was similar to when he plugged her, but so much more, because she knew it wasn’t going to end here. This wasn’t just plugging her so she’d remember who she belonged to - he was preparing to claim her in the most base and intimate of ways. There was a reason she hadn’t had anal sex in years, but she was prepared to give herself to Michael in that manner.
“Please… yes…” Heat wound its way around her body as she spasmed around his fingers.
SMACK!
The snap of his fingers directly against her swollen clit made her squeal before the tiny nub started to throb.
“No cumming until my cock is all the way in your ass and I say you can,” Michael said. “Or I’m going to slather numbing solution all over your pussy and ass before I shove my cock in you, and you won’t be able to cum again for the rest of the night.”
Asshole sadist!
Ellie clenched her jaw around the curses she wanted to yell at him as she fought back against the threatening orgasm. It was an effective threat, because he’d absolutely do it. All he’d need is a condom and the numbing gel wouldn’t affect him. He’d be able to fuck her ass, and she wouldn’t get any of the delicious pain or pleasure… and she wanted it. She wanted to feel every inch of him as he slid inside her, wanted the burn and the ecstasy.
Forcing herself to take deep breaths, she pushed away the need to cum, even as Michael continued to pump and twist his fingers inside of her ass. Her clit pulsed in protest, but she managed it.
“Good girl,” he said, fucking her a little harder with his fingers and then twisting his hand so he could rub the heel of it against her pussy. Ellie whined, trying to escape the stimulation that was making it so hard to obey him.
“Please, Michael, stooooop,” she begged.
