Page 53 of Innocence Tamed
His fingers trailed up from my hips to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped me, my body arching into his touch, belying my mortification at our conversation.
I could hardly stand still, so strongly did this shameful news, along with Pierre’s hands, arouse me. The knowledge that the Duboises were fully aware of my status, that they could tell I was being disciplined and trained, kept sending little shocks of forbidden excitement through my body. My skin flushed hot beneath Pierre’s exploring fingers, and I found myself pressing back against him, a whimper escaping my lips.
“Such a needy little slut,” Pierre murmured approvingly, his hands tightening on my breasts. “You like knowing they can tellwhat you are, don’t you? That Aimee knows exactly what’s filling your tight little bottom right now?”
“No,” I protested weakly, but my body betrayed me completely, my hips moving of their own accord against his growing hardness.
In one swift motion, Pierre bent me over, pushing my upper body down onto the massive four-poster bed. I landed on my elbows, the impact causing the plug to shift inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips. He stepped back a little, and I sensed his hands working quickly at his belt and zipper.
“I think,” he said, his voice thick with desire, “that your body requires a reminder of who you belong to. And I think your mind needs to accept how aroused you are by the idea of others knowing.”
To my mingled dismay and helpless pleasure, Pierre clearly found my submissive need irresistible. He bent me farther over the bed, positioning me exactly as he wanted, and then I felt the hot, blunt pressure of his cock against the entrance to my aching sheath. Without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me in one powerful stroke. I cried out at the sudden invasion, my body stretching to accommodate his thickness.
“So wet,” he observed, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Your pussy practically dripping at the thought of my servants knowing what a well-trained little whore you are.”
He began to move with deliberate force, each thrust driving me forward on the luxurious bedspread. His hand found the base of the plug, and he began to move it in counterpoint to his thrusts—pushing it deeper as he withdrew, pulling it slightly as he thrustforward. The combination of sensations quickly overwhelmed me, pleasure building urgently in my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my fingers clutching desperately at the bedding. “Monsieur, please!”
The fullness was indescribable—Pierre’s rigid cock filling my vagina while the plug stretched my anus, both moving in a rhythm designed to drive me insane with need. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper than the last, touching places inside me that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins.
“You’re close already,” Pierre observed, his pace never faltering. “Your cunt is clenching around me so beautifully.”
I was indeed teetering on the edge, the combined stimulation pushing me rapidly toward climax. The shameful knowledge that the Duboises knew about my submission combined with the relentless stimulation of both my openings had me gasping, desperate for release.
“Please,Monsieur,” I begged, my voice breaking with need. “Please, may I come? I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer!”
Pierre’s rhythm slowed unexpectedly, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more controlled. His hand stilled on the plug, keeping it firmly seated in my bottom but no longer moving it.
“Your interest in the Duboises’ knowledge intrigues me,” he said, his voice thoughtful despite the strain of his own arousal. “I wonder how far that interest extends.”
I whimpered, my body suspended in a state of desperate need as he continued his maddeningly slow pace. “What… what do you mean?”
Pierre leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips close to my ear. “I mean,ma petite, that perhaps you would benefit from having them witness your discipline. Your training. Your use.”
My heart seemed to stop, then race forward at double speed. The image from the car flooded my mind instantly, now with specific faces, specific people, to associate with the voyeur couple—myself bent over, naked and exposed, while the distinguished servants watched Pierre whip me, then take me. The thought was so shameful, so utterly degrading, that I couldn’t believe the fresh surge of wetness it produced between my thighs.
“Would you consent to that?” Pierre asked, his voice silky with danger. “To be disciplined and used in front of my servants? To have them see what a good, obedient little slut you’re becoming?”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words as the competing desires in my body and mind warred against each other. The need for release had become almost painful, my muscles trembling with the effort of holding back my orgasm.
“Answer me,” Pierre commanded, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that made me cry out. “Would you consent?”
“Yes,” I gasped, telling myself I wasn’t really consenting, that I was only saying what he wanted to hear so he would let me come. “Yes, I consent. Please,Monsieur, please let me come now!”
“Such a shameless little whore,” Pierre murmured approvingly, his pace increasing once more. His fingers found my clit, circling it with practiced skill as his cock drove into me with renewed vigor. “You may come, Audrey. Come for your master.”
The permission broke the last of my restraint. The orgasm exploded inside me with devastating force, radiating outward from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. I screamed into the bedspread, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Pierre’s rigid shaft as surge after surge of pleasure crashed through me.
As I came, my mind filled with the forbidden image of the Duboises watching Pierre fuck me—their dignified faces impassive as they observed my complete degradation. The fantasy intensified my climax until I thought I might pass out from the alloy of shame and sheer ecstasy.
Pierre’s rigid manhood pulsed inside me, his hands tightening around my waist to keep my pussy still for his final thrusts. The thought thatMonsieurDubois might highly approve of the sight, of the way his employer exercised his mastery, brought another spasm to my vagina, so hard that it made me cry out.
What did I just consent to?I swallowed hard as the pleasure began to recede.Can I take it back?
Do Iwantto take it back?
CHAPTER 26
