Bound by Her Promise

“Too cold,” she shrieked.

“Don’t fret.” Blake eased the plug up and down cleft, from anus to pussy, parting her labia as he went.

Her clit tingled, already energised by his spanking, the presence of the plug didn’t deter the electricity buzzing about her body. While he teased her sex, his other hand stroked her back with long caresses from the nape of her neck to her lower back. He petted her, speaking softly, reminding her to stay relaxed.

The plug pressed against her tight entrance. It had lost its iciness, warmed by her own juices. She couldn’t prevent her buttocks from clenching and her calves quaking. Whatever lingering reticence she possessed, Blake judged her ready. The tip entered and began its journey into the recesses of her back hole.

“Oh, oh,” she panted as her taut passage stretched. She felt pain. An uncomfortable sensation of muscles forced into a state of elasticity. But the discomfort slowly passed, replaced by a sense of fullness.

“There, done.” He took her wrists and lay her arms back on the table by her head.

Throughout the penetration, she kept her eyes shut. Bent over with legs splayed, she dared not move or disturb the plug. She heard the rustling of clothing and his bare feet pattering about the room. Her breathing increased in pace as she anticipated his next move.

A hard fuck with his pounding cock—how would she manage to cope?

Blake’s huge hands grasped her waist. Automatically, she raised her bottom higher, arching her back. It was how she always responded when he took her from behind. The head of his unyielding erection speared her, sliding into her wet pussy with ease. He didn’t thrust hard, nor did he hold back. Once buried deep, he lingered, rocking his hips and gyrating her.

“Feel it?” He asked.

She could. The metal, heavy and solid, moved in tandem with his jiggles. Having both holes stuffed proved to be an amazing sensation. A murmur of delight escaped her lips. He slid back and forth, toying with her and keeping her g-spot constantly stimulated.

When he reached under and rubbed her clitoris, she couldn’t contain her orgasm. “I’m coming,” she gasped.

“Come, then,” he urged, frigging her harder.

Her tender nub pulsated, triggering waves of intense contractions across her body, but especially around her anus. It produced its own incredible spasms and she hollered, hammering a fist on the table.

Collapsing down, her knees buckled.

Blake took his cue and picked up his speed. No more satisfying thrusts of pleasure, he hammered her hard. She jolted against the table, grateful for the cushioning protection of the pillow. The plug didn’t budge. She remained aware of its presence—how it bulged inside, demanding space. His cock tussled alongside it, and together, they tipped her over the edge of another incredible precipice.

The orgasm rippled on and she wailed as he shook her on and off his cock. As another ripped through her, he twisted the plug, wriggling it about, pushing her into a place of sensory overload.

He grunted with each thrust. He kept a tight grip on a hip, digging in his fingers, preventing her from falling off the table. She heard a pop—he’d removed the plug. Without pausing, he pushed it back in. No slow entry this time, he drove it in and she gasped. A second of sharp pain, then the return of exquisite fullness.

“Again,” she begged.

He fucked both of her holes and the plug simply shrank away to nothing in her mind. The last orgasm coincided with his own and he shot a load of cum into her pussy while wriggling the plug in her bottom hole.

“Good, well done,” he panted, dripping sweat over her back. He removed the plug one last time, then cleaned it.

Lysa flopped, her hands hanging off the edge of the table, her torso slowly sliding down the table. He snatched her up and lay her on the bed.

A multitude of pecking kisses covered her breasts and belly, as he showed his appreciation. “So, so, amazing,” he said between snatches.

She stroked his fuzzy head, petting him in the same way he had earlier. He seemed younger, as she fondled his smooth skin and rippling muscles, as if less burdened by responsibilities. She didn’t know his age but that didn’t matter; his body told her he was fit and healthy, and that was all she cared about.

He calmed, lifted himself above her and stared down, beaming a broad smile. “Thank you.”

“That is only the beginning though, isn’t it?”

His features hardened fractionally.

“It’s all right,” she added. “I’m expecting it. It won’t always be easy, but I accept it.”

“Good. Starting tomorrow, you wear that plug every day for twenty minutes. You insert it yourself with plenty of lube. I don’t want injuries. You’ll learn to accommodate it easily and then we can progress to the next size up.”

The anger, the resistance, didn’t return. The battle had been fought and he’d won her over to his side. He could have her anally—she’d enjoyed the experience. However, she couldn’t quite admit it to him, not yet.