Page 76 of Forever Finds Us
“Yes, sir.”
Grabbing his backpack, he yanked it to the floor and unzipped a pocket. My heart raced at the thought of what he might have packed in there. I squirmed, trying to see, but he gripped my throat to keep me still while he continued to search inside the bag. “Hands at your sides.”
Well, that just made me wetter.
“If you move, you won’t get what you deserve. Do you want what I have for you?”
I nodded eagerly. Whatever it was, I was desperate for it.
“Good,” he breathed between my legs, and his cool breath washed over my hot pussy. “Look at you, beauty. Already so wet for me.”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
A loud slap rent the air and my inner thigh stung. “I said no talkin’.” He set a short, black leather crop on the bed next to my hip, and I gasped and moaned while he continued to rummage in the bag a few seconds longer. Finally, he found what he wanted, and he stilled between my legs.
“You may answer my next question, and then not a word. If I have to, I’ll gag you.”
I kept my mouth closed and gritted my teeth to stop from moaning again.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Basketball,” I breathed, my whole body beginning to tremble with anticipation.
“Good girl. Now, from here on out, you may not speak or make noise, and my beauty, you may not come until I give you permission.”
“Bu—”
The look in his eyes shut me up. He wasn’t joking or fooling around.
“What was that?”
I shook my head. No way was I going to talk and lose whatever it was he was planning to give me.
With a nod and without warning, he leaned forward and ate my pussy, licking inside my body and rubbing something small in the wet channel between my lips. I drove my hips into his face over and over, seeking the pressure I needed to come, but he refused to touch my clit.
After five minutes of that torture, I was sweating and ready to scream. Finally, he reached inside me and pumped his fingers, but there was also a foreign sensation, something kind of hard and round slipping through those fingers.
He pulled out of me and sat back on his heels, licking my mess off his mouth with an eager tongue. “I told you I want to fuck this ass.” He pressed one finger against my hole and rubbed in a circle softly. “This beautiful ass. But you’re not ready for that, so I’m gonna make you ready. Nod if you consent.”
The back of my head hit the mattress so many times, I felt dizzy as he slipped a finger back inside my pussy.
“That’s the right answer,” he breathed, and it was the only warning before his finger slid out of one hole and pushed inside the other slowly. “Your cunt is so wet, I don’t even need to use lube.” But he pulled out quickly, and there was a really odd sensation left in my ass. “Don’t move. Stay right here and get used to it.”
As he walked to the sink to wash his hands, I wiggled my butt on the bed, trying to ascertain what he’d left in my body. I reached between my legs and felt some kind of bulbous silicone toy inserted shallowly.
“Anal beads,” he said, walking back to me. He held out his hands and when I took them, he pulled me to my feet. “Is it painful?”
I shook my head.
“Good. Let’s get you in the tub.”
With his aid, I climbed into the hot water and sank down. The beads moved in my ass, and I moaned. Brand pulled the crop from his back pocket and slapped the space between my breasts once, then dropped the crop to the floor.
“No sound. Now, there are three connected beads. The one I slipped inside you is the smallest. I’m gonna undress, and I want you to watch me and finger your pussy. Do. Not. Come. And when you’re ready, I’ll give you the next bead.”
Nodding like a starved puppy with a big ol’ bowl of grub in front of me, I was practically panting.
“Start now,” he said. “Fuck your pussy with those long fingers. Don’t half ass it.” He smirked and tore his T-shirt over his head.
