Page 17 of The Count

It felt so wicked, so taboo, and I hated that a part of me actually liked how it felt. It was utterly shameful, but I couldn’t help it.

I’d never imagined anyone touching me here, let alone going inside it. The base of the ginger plug grew wider, stretching me more with every passing second. My thighs trembled and I was sure he could see it.

I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as the pain hurtled through me. Roughly, he pushed the ginger the rest of the way inside me.

There was a thick base at the end of it that kept it safely in place.

I gasped, in relief or fear, I wasn’t quite certain.

“There now, little girl. Just relax for me now.”

I pressed my forehead against the table, simply trying to catch my breath and forever struggling with the knowledge that there was something inside my bottom and I felt so very full in a very strange way.

My pussy clenched and my asshole did along with it.

The ginger felt cool and soothing in a way. I relaxed a bit against the table, thinking that the worst was over, and he’d just wanted to teach me a lesson by being the first to touch me in such a foreign place.

I was wrong. The ginger didn’t stay cool.

My asshole started to grow a bit warm. At first, I thought it was just my arousal returning and I shifted slightly, trying to make it go away. It only seemed to intensify after that.

I bit my lip, the burning sensation growing warmer still. I swallowed nervously, thinking that maybe it was just some weird reaction to having my bottom filled for the first time, but after a while, even I knew that was a foolish thought.

A minute passed. Then another and my asshole grew hotter.

I cried out softly at first, alarmed by the stinging sensation more than I cared to admit.

“The ginger is starting to work,isn’t it, little girl?”

There was an amused arousal to his tone that hadn’t been there before. He’d known this would happen and he was taking great pleasure in watching me suffer.

My pussy clenched and I cried out, the stinging burn from the ginger intensifying for several seconds afterward.

His palm on my back smoothed over my skin.

I wanted to remain stoic. I wanted to take this without begging or doing any of the things he’d said I would. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying my best to keep quiet and knowing that I was never going to be able to keep that vow.

He grasped the base of the ginger and started to pull it out. I sighed in relief, but then he pushed it back in far more roughly than he had the first time.

I tensed without meaning to. Cruelly, he pumped the ginger in and out of my bottom, fucking me with it.

It burned and stung, but the feeling of it using me in a place that was never supposed to be taken was oddly seductive. I tried to deny that I was enjoying myself. I didn’t want to think about what it might mean if I did.

The juice trickled from my asshole down onto my pussy. There was so much wetness between my thighs, and I wasn’t certain if it was me or the ginger anymore.

My sensitive pussy reacted to the juice much faster than I expected. Soon, the burning of my asshole seemed inconsequential to the blazing bonfire of heat that punished my needy pussy.

I cried out, not a strangled cry like the ones before, but a real panicked one that fully exposed how out of my element I was.

“Oh. Please,” I tried.

He pumped the ginger in and out of me several more times.

I blinked, suffering through an endless onslaught of fire that wouldn’t stop. A wail escaped me and then another.

I needed it out.

“Please take it out,” I begged.

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