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“There,” he murmured, his voice harsh with his enjoyment, and triumphant. “Tu es à moi.”
He remained perfectly still, buried deep inside me, allowing me to feel every inch of him claiming me. The fullness was overwhelming—physically, emotionally, spiritually. I felt impaled, not just by his cock but by the reality of what had just happened. He had taken my virginity. Pierre Lemieux, a man I hardly knew, had taken possession of a part of me that could never be reclaimed.
“Feel me inside you,” he commanded softly. “Feel how I own you.”
I whimpered, aware of every pulse of his cock within my tender channel. The initial pain had already begun to subside, replacedby a strange, insistent pressure that hovered between discomfort and something else—something that made my inner muscles clench around him involuntarily.
“Good girl,” Pierre praised, noting my body’s response. “Your cunt knows who it belongs to now.”
Then he began to move. Slowly at first, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with deliberate control. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper than the last, touching places inside me I hadn’t known existed. The friction of his cock inside my slick sheath created sensations that made my toes curl and my breath catch.
To my shock and dismay, I found myself instantly on the verge of orgasm. The combination of his thick cock stretching me, the slight pain that lingered, the utter submission of my position—it all combined to push me toward a precipice I hadn’t anticipated reaching so quickly.
“Monsieur,” I gasped, my hands clutching desperately at his forearms. “Please… I need… I need to…”
CHAPTER 17
Pierre
“You may climax,ma petite,” I told Audrey.
Instantly, her body responded. She had had her eyes closed, an adorable expression of concentration on her face, but now she opened them, and she seemed to orgasm at the simple sight of my own face above her. Her body bucked wildly under mine and the clenching of her pussy around my cock brought on my own orgasm much faster than I had expected.
With a shout of pleasure, I started to come inside her tight little pussy. The orgasm, a more intense climax than I could remember ever having had in my life, exploded from my balls in what felt like a torrent of seed. Throughout, I gazed down into Audrey’s eyes, the surrendered innocence I saw there seeming to make my cock pulse with ecstasy, on and on.
I kept myself deep inside her as her limbs grew calm and her breathing slowed. I soothed her with soft circles of my right hand on her thigh, marked with the martinet’s leather.
“Such a tight little cunt,” I murmured. I reached a little further down to caress her bottom, still hot and striped from her punishment. “And these beautiful marks of submission made it even more exciting to fuck you. They show your subservience perfectly.”
I could tell how terribly aroused those words got her, despite herself. Her inner muscles contracted around my softening shaft, her breath coming in little gasps as if my crude praise had physically stimulated her. Her blue eyes, wide with shock and lingering pleasure, couldn’t seem to look away from mine.
Slowly I withdrew my cock from Audrey’s no-longer-virgin vagina. I took her in my arms and lifted her from the bed with one arm, while with the other I took the comforter off the bed. I laid her sweet body down, placing her on her side, and I lay down behind her, caressing her little bottom, hardly able to help myself, so round and pert did the punished halves of her rear feel in my hands.
“The SA app notified me last night that you had begun your anal training,” I told her softly, my fingers tracing the curve of her buttock before dipping between to find her tight rear entrance. Instinctively, she tensed against my fingertip. I rubbed the tiny bud firmly, though without real force, making sure she understood that though I could be patient, I meant to make that most intimate part of her mine, when I chose to enjoy her that way.
I felt myself hardening as Audrey whimpered at the dual stimuli: the revelation that I knew about her trying the anal plug and the insistent fingertip emphasizing it. She buried her face in her hands, the gesture somehow both childlike and erotic. Her body trembled against mine, her punished bottom still radiating heat against my groin.
“I know you’ve been told you must prepare yourself to be available to me that way,” I said, my voice low and deliberate. I continued to circle her tight rosebud with my fingertip, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm but not enough to breach her. “It’s time to continue your anal training now.”
She made a small, desperate sound—half protest, half surrender. I could feel her conflict in the tension of her muscles, in the way she simultaneously pressed back against my hand and tried to pull away. The contradiction delighted me.
“I mean to fuck your bottom tomorrow,” I informed her matter-of-factly, “and I want to make sure you’re ready to submit fully to me.” I gave her rear entrance a firmer push with my finger, like a promise of what was to come, nearly penetrating the little dimple, but stopping just short. Then I spoke peremptorily. “You may go to the bathroom and clean up. Then you’ll get the next size of your butt plugs and bring it to me.”
Audrey turned her face back over her shoulder. On her features I saw a crimson blush and a pouting question:do I have to?
“Do I need to get the martinet?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows. Audrey swallowed visibly; in her lovely eyes I saw need and modesty balanced almost on a knife edge.
Slowly, she turned away, pulling herself from my embrace and sitting up on the edge of the bed. The sheer babydoll nightgown clung to her slender form, the fabric nearly transparent in the soft bedroom light. She stood on unsteady legs and made her way to the bathroom, her movements a little stiff, obviously from the punishment she’d received, as well as the hard fucking afterward. I watched her go, admiring the way her punished bottom moved beneath the nightgown, how the red weltsseemed to glow through the white fabric. My cock stiffened even further at the delicious sight.
While she was gone, I arranged the pillows against the headboard and settled myself comfortably against them. I intended to have a perfect view of Audrey’s continued training. I wanted to watch her face as she struggled to accept the larger plug, to see the mixture of shame and arousal in her expressive blue eyes.
She returned a few minutes later, clutching the blue plug in one hand and the lubricant in the other, as if they were dangerous things. The plug was significantly larger than the one she had used the previous night—perhaps half again as big around. The medical-grade silicone gleamed in the soft light, its surface smooth and unyielding. Audrey’s eyes were downcast, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Bring the plug here,” I told her. “Give it and the lube to me, then straddle my thighs with your body toward the foot of the bed—but I want your face turned over your shoulder to look at me.”
Audrey
The thoughts and feelings that went through my head and my body as I obeyed Pierre’s humiliating command seemed to belong to someone else. I couldn’t believe that I was about to offer my exposed bottom to him, to let him insert that terrifying plug, to prepare me for what he had promised would come tomorrow.
