The Seller

Relief threatened to cave her in. "Oh yes, yes!"

He slammed into her, making her buck.

She rode and received, pushing back to meet him, her entire body awash with ecstasy.

He moved the slick dildo against her anus, teasing her there. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff.

When she moaned and gave her answer, his cock twitched inside her. "I think so, maybe. I'll…try…."

The dildo was still slick with her juices and he eased it in slowly, maintaining a shallow cock thrust as he did so.

Naomi had to blink back the sudden fear it would be too much.

Her anus was being opened slowly, carefully and filled. It was humiliating and empowering all at once.

Wild ribbons of pleasure shot up her spine.

She let out a muted scream. The pulse in her core thumped, her body closing in on another rolling orgasm.

"Okay, my beauty," he whispered, and stroked her spine, "you've found your rhythm and you're going to make us both come very soon."

Lucas held the dildo in place, letting her work herself back and forth.

Sweating with the effort, tears fell down her face. It was bordering on collapse, but she couldn't stop, physically she was locked into the pursuit of bliss, and they edged nearer it with every move.

His cock jerked inside her. "I'm going to come." He huffed a low laugh. "Your sweet cunt is milking me far too well, my willing pet."

His words set her loose. Naomi rammed back, the walls of her sex squeezing hard around his cock while another shuddering orgasm took her.

As his cock pumped hard in release Naomi stared down at her forearms, encased as they were in The Willing Slave cuffs. It was incredibly symbolic.

She was his.

She'd let him come to her, to stay and show her more of her secret sexual self.

And right then she didn't regret it for a minute.

Lucas wanted her, and she was joyful in her captivity/release.

Chapter Seven

Lucas didn't want her to leave that night. He needed to be close and observe her. They agreed to eat in his suite. He had the waiter deliver the trolley to the bedroom while Naomi was in the shower.

"Oh my, this looks delicious," she said as she strolled back in, wrapped in a towel and rubbing her wet hair with a second towel.

"Hungry?" He'd ordered finger food – antipasto, seafood tempura, stuffed roast peppers, olives, fresh baked bread sticks and dips. A bottle of chilled Frascati and elegant glassware stood on the trolley ready for them.

Naomi nodded, dropped the towels, and climbed into the bed.

Lucas grinned. It was just what he had in mind.

They grazed and chatted into the early hours.

Inevitably the subject turned to BDSM.

"I knew that guy, the silversmith."

"Really? It didn't compromise you in any way did it?"