Okay, then.
She swallowed heavily then heard something. What was that? It was a whirring noise and then suddenly her hands started to rise in the air.
“Joel!”
The movement paused. “What do you call me?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Are you using your safe word?”
“N-no, Sir.”
“Then should you be speaking?”
“Sorry, Sir, it’s just . . .” Was she using her safe word? Did she want things to slow down or stop? He wasn’t harming her. She just felt completely off-balance. Which was the point.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
He was silent and she worried he would stop. Then the noise continued and her arms were raised above her head. She stood there, naked, bound, her legs spread, her arms tied above her head. And she wasn’t able to see a thing.
Completely exposed and vulnerable.
She jumped as Saxon moved up behind her, pressing his body against hers. He was still fully dressed but he felt wonderful next to her. He placed both hands on her hips.
“Sh, pet. You’re okay. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. Although you will pay for that little disobedience later. I’m in the mood to spank that ass.”
When wasn’t he?
She had to bite her lip against that retort, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate it.
He reached around and cupped her breasts, rubbing his fingers over her hard nipples, squeezing them to the point of pain then easing back. He rolled them between his fingers and thumbs until she was panting, her body on fire. He ran his hands down her tummy to her pussy. One finger strummed her swollen clit and with his other hand he squeezed her ass. Then he drew back and she had to stop herself from crying out, from begging him to keep touching her.
She felt her ass cheeks being suddenly parted and something hard and plastic pressed inside her back hole. Before she could react, something cold and wet filled her ass. What the fuck?
She squeaked, stiffening. The plastic thing was removed but the wet, cold stuff was still inside her. Had he just shot lube into her ass? The urge to talk, to ask him what the hell he was doing was almost impossible to ignore. But she did her best. She felt him part her ass cheeks again. What now?
Something harder and a lot thicker was pushed against her asshole. Why wasn’t he talking? What didn’t he tell her what he was doing? She guessed it was all part of his plan but, fuck, it sucked.
He pushed the plug deep inside her. It burned and she took a few sharp breaths before the burn faded to pleasure. Damn, she really did love having her ass played with. She shivered at the thought of him taking her ass.
He moved away again, and her nerves nearly pushed her into calling out yellow. Was he still there? He wouldn’t leave her, would he?
No. This was Saxon. He would never leave her like this. But, damn, it was hard to stop those thoughts. So many people had abandoned her. But he wasn’t like that. She took a deep breath in, forcing herself to relax.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Were you worried that I’d left?”
“A little bit, Sir. But I knew you wouldn’t.”
He ran a finger down her cheek. “It pleases me that you know that.”
He spread her lower lips and something thick was pressed into her slick pussy. She moaned at the feeling of fullness as he pushed the dildo inside her. It settled into her pussy and she clenched down around it and the plug, her arousal growing in leaps and bounds. Fuck. How would she ever last?
There was a buzzing noise. No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
A clit tickler was placed on her swollen bundle of nerves. She groaned, her knees buckling. He caught her around the waist before she could pull on her bound arms and injure herself.
“Easy, pet,” he murmured. “We’re nearly there and you are doing so well.”