Page 115 of Blood as Sweet as Roses
A sharp sting against my pussy brings me back to the present. I shriek, tears coming to my eyes at the unexpected punishment.
“Focus,” demands Crimson.
“I…I’m sorry, my king,” I answer, weakly.
“You’ll pay for that, sweet one,” she answers tauntingly, with a wicked laugh. “I wasgoingto use the smaller one, but…” There’s a tinkling sound, and I turn around to see her pulling her leather harness up onto her hips.
My eyes widen. She has another dildo attached to it, but this one is larger than before, a deep maroon colour, with ridges along it. I can’t imagine how it could possibly fit inside me, but I know I need it.
“Oh…” I sigh, swooning at the sight.
“Will you take all of it, for your king?” she asks, with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Yes, sir.”
Using all of my remaining strength, I push myself onto my wrists and wiggle closer to her. Her hips are level with mine, and she reaches forward to take them.
She pulls me closer, thrusting forward, and I feel myself being entered. The tip of her dildo is cold, smooth,hard…it forces me open, inching deeper inside…
I can’t stop the guttural, primal moan that aches through me. It’s uncomfortable, being stretched like this, but it’s also deeply satisfying to be filled so completely, to be stretched to my limits.
She moves her hips out, then works the dildo back in again, a little faster this time. I wish I could see her, but instead I have a view of the audience that watches us, my pleasure reflected back in their eyes, erect nipples and cocks, their quickly moving fingers and mouths…
My head spins as Crimson thrusts inside me again. She unleashes a deep moan of pleasure, and I feel a tremendous sense of joy at the thought of pleasing her.
I arch my back, moving along with her, inching her inside of me even though it’s overwhelming, even though it lights every nerve in my body on fire.
And she growls, pushing deeper into me, her movements becoming more animalistic, more wild.
“Good girl,” she growls, her hands on my hips. “Come and get it.”
I love her like this. I match her speed and intensity, until finally she’s deep inside of me, slamming that button of pleasure at my center.
“Please,” I beg, fisting the bedcovers in my shaking fingers. “Please, sir, can I come?”
“Not yet,” she answers, her voice husky and deep. “First, answer me: who owns your pain?”
“You do, my king!” I answer, desperate for release.
“And who owns your pleasure?”
“You, sir!” I sob, my thighs slick and trembling.
“Thencome for me.”
I scream with wild abandon as I come, waves washing over me like a tsunami, powerful and unceasing. I feel the walls of my pussy squeeze against the firm dildo. Crimson slows her pace, but stays inside me, working me through my orgasm in a steady rhythm.
I surrender down to the plush bedspread, my cheek against the velvet, panting, sore, spent…there’s a layer of sweat across my skin, and a damp strand of hair against my temple.
Crimson, still inside me, bends down and pushes it out of my face with a chilly finger. Then she kisses my temple, her lips unbearably gentle. I heave a sob, overwhelmed by the tenderness in her touch.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me, sweet one,” she says.
Then she licks my forehead, moaning at the taste of my salty skin. Another desire flickers in my belly. The desire to be penetrated in a different way, to betasted…
“I…I only want to serve you,” I whisper, breathlessly, my eyelashes fluttering as I gaze up at her. I arch my back slightly, taking her dildo deeper so that my ass presses firmly against her stomach and hips. “Ineveryway, my king…”
A low, animal growl rises up from her, thickening the air around us. She hitches the leather dildo, teasing my G-spot, and I respond with a needy moan.
