Page 22 of Excitable Boy
“That’s my good girl, I know, it’s been a while. Sir’s poor girl’s been so neglected.” Pleasure rolled through her even as she breathed through the slightly pinchy burn of him stretching her ass.
He quickly worked her up to three fingers and then seated the butt plug in place, her body eagerly sucking it in once he slid the widest part through her rim. He stripped off the glove inside out and dropped it onto the floor, grabbed the Hitachi, and pressed it between her legs.
“First one’s a freebie, baby. Go.” He switched the vibrator on and pinned her by the back of the neck with his left hand.
She came unglued, the orgasm hitting her almost immediately. It always made her horny when he did this, and he damn well knew it. Her pussy clenched with every wave of pleasure rolling through her, and she wished he was filling her with his fingers, or his cock, or even another toy while she was coming.
Once he knew she’d finished coming, he switched off the vibrator, handed her the towel to sit on, and helped her stand up. “Get comfy,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed the glove and carried it into the guest bathroom to dispose of and wash his hands while she curled up on the couch, already more than a little subspacey again.
She pulled the fleece throw they kept on the couch around her and was about to say something to him when the doorbell rang.
“Ah, perfect timing,” Tony called out. He reappeared and answered the door, signed the check, and turned, the pizza boxes in his hand. “Two, pet?”
She nodded. “Leftovers.”
“That’s my smarty pet. Thinking, thinking, always thinking. Stay there.” He detoured through the kitchen for paper plates and paper towels and then carried it all out to the coffee table.
Once they both ate their fill, Tony kissed her. “Stay. I got this.”
“I’m supposed to take care of you.”
He grinned. “Well, you already took care of me once, and you might be lucky enough to get a second time out of me. But you let me do this for you right now.”
Following orders, she stayed there and watched TV while he put the leftovers away. When he returned he stripped off his shorts, sat down, and patted his lap again. “Phase two,” he said. “Ready?”
She nodded, climbing into position. “Ready, Sir.”
First he fastened the ball gag and blindfold around her head. He started her off with a bare-handed spanking that left her mind soaring in subspace and her stuffed ass tingling with sweet heat. He took great pains to make sure he played with the butt plug, chuckling over her needy moans she made in reply.
“That’s right, baby. I’m back, and this ass belongs tome.” He reached between her legs to slide two fingers into her slick cunt. “And this pussy belongs to me, too.” He slowly finger-fucked her, obviously enjoying her predicament, because he built her up just to stop and not let her over.
His fingers withdrew from her pussy and he teased her clit for a moment. “Poor, poor needy pet,” he softly said. “Sir’s going to spend a lot of time making all this up to you, I promise.”
Just as she thought he might be about to get her over again, his fingers disappeared, replaced by hard slaps to her ass cheeks that short-circuited her mind and had her squirming and desperate for more.
He repeated this several times, finally taking pity on her. “Does my pet want to come?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“If I let you come now, I’m still going to spank you some more. You understand that, right?”
“I hope tho, Thir!” she mumbled around the gag.
He chuckled. “Good thing I know what you meant.” His fingers circled her clit, teasing, finally working her up to the edge. “Get it if you can, baby.”
Her body unhinged for him. As the climax washed through her, he slid his fingers into her cunt and finger-fucked her again, hard, fast, driving her over the edge once more and leaving her breathless and trembling when his hand finally stilled.
“Excellent,” he said. “Round two. Or is this three?” He laughed. “Guess it doesn’t matter.” She felt him pick up an implement. “Let’s do this, baby.”
She didn’t care what implements he used on her next, only that as every impact made contact with her flesh, whether a paddle or strap or riding crop, she knew that tomorrow morning she’d be able to look at herself in the mirror and smile over the fresh marks covering her flesh.
His ownership of her in shades of black and blue and purple.
The only thing he stopped for was to use the Hitachi on her, making her lose track of how many times she came between him using implements on her.
Finally, he eased out from under her. “On your back, pet.” She complied, and he shoved her legs up and back to plunge his cock deep inside her pussy. Combined with the butt-plug stuffed in her ass, and her already sensitive, swollen, throbbing clit, she immediately felt another small orgasm flitter through her scrambled nervous system.
