Gasping as he sank two damp fingers into her anus, she closed her eyes against the onslaught of sensation spreading through her entire backside. The moisture trickling from her sheath as he stroked deep inside her mortified her, but not enough to keep from arching against him. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she embraced the pleasure/pain he induced. An embarrassing moan of regret slipped past her tight lips when he pulled out of her followed by a startled gasp with the feathery whisper of his lips moving over her buttocks. Adding tongue and teeth, he covered every inch of her abused buttocks before moving down her crack, tonguing her asshole then licking her pussy.
Lost in a roiling sea of pleasure, she could do nothing but lie there and hope she didn’t drown in the waves washing over her. All his concentration focused on her pussy and butt; his mouth kissed, nipped, and licked every inch of her flesh while his fingers explored her vagina, her anus, and everywhere in between. He brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again only to pull back before she could go over until she lay sobbing in frustration. Then he covered her with his hard body again, reached down to cup her dangling breasts, his jean-covered cock pushing between her cheeks.
“There are several people watching us. And now, they’re going to see me take your ass. That’s something we didn’t get around to doing last time.” Marc wiped the tears of frustration from her cheek before pulling back.
In dire need of an orgasm, Cassie didn’t care who watched. The thought of him taking her in that taboo orifice for the first time in front of an audience didn’t lessen her desire in the least. Tomorrow she might be ashamed; tonight she would bask in his possession. When he spread her buttocks and lubed her anus with two fingers, she shuddered with longing, aching to feel him inside her.
“Breathe out as I push in. It’ll make it easier.”
She did as he instructed but it still burned when he pushed inside her. Her gasp turned to a low moan when he kneaded her sore buttocks, his deep, soothing voice helping her relax until the pain eased and pleasure took its place. His cock stretched her wide with his girth, but, much to her relief, he held back from going too deep, keeping his thrusts shallow.
Marc forced himself to go slow, take his time and allow her body to adjust to the feel of him invading a foreign place. As he kept to short dips, she rewarded his restraint in less time than he expected, lifting to accept each little plunge. Her pleas gave him the permission he’d been waiting for to pick up the pace.
“Does that feel good? Do you like having me in your ass?” He winced at his harsh tone, perspiration coating his skin as he tried to rein in his lust.
“Yes, master, oh, yes. More, please, more.” Cassie wasn’t sure what she pleaded for, what she needed, but she trusted him to know and take care of that need.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Without further ado, he set up a harder pace, withdrawing until only his cock head remained past her rim before shoving back in, his thrusts increasing in speed but not depth as her soft cries egged him on. Reaching under her, he rooted out her clit, gave it a pinch as he reamed her ass just a little deeper, a little harder. “Come for me. Come now.”
Her scream rent the air as she splintered apart, the myriad sensations so encompassing her vision went black. Lost in a vortex of explosive pleasure, she barely heard Marc’s shout but felt every jerk of his cock as he joined her in the shocking bliss.
Her body exhausted from her exertions, her mind befuddled with the lingering pleasure, it took a sound that sent unreasonable terror slicing through her to pull her back into full awareness of her surroundings. Coming from her left, the distinct whoosh of a thin cane whipping through air followed by the snap of it on bare skin then a screech of pain sent her spiraling back three months when she had been the unwilling recipient of that harsh instrument. Panic overruled common sense, fear of experiencing that excruciating pain again, and remembered shock over the man she trusted ignoring her safeword had her struggling in her bonds, her breathing labored as she wept in silence.
“Let me go, let me go. I need to get up,” she mewled over and over, wincing when her wrists and ankles wrenched in the bonds.
“Cassie!” Marc moved fast, joined by Scott who stood nearby. Releasing her cuffs, he snapped again as she continued to thrash. “Stop! Cassie, baby, I’m right here. Shit, shit, shit, what the hell happened?” Lifting her, his heart damn near lodged in his throat; he folded his arms around her shaking body and refused to let go even though she kept pleading with him to do so. “No. You’re safe, Cassie. I’ve got you,” he murmured in her ear, his gut turning cold as ice as he struggled to figure out what had caused her to panic like that.
“Bring her to the bar, I’ll get her a drink,” Scott instructed in his no-nonsense tone.
Cradling her in his arms, he looked down into her wide eyes and breathed a sigh of relief as he strode across the room. “Are you with me?” Perching on a barstool, he tightened his arm around her as he reached for the glass Scott handed him. “Drink.”
Cassie roused at the command in his voice and took a big gulp of the whiskey, relishing the fiery burn down her throat that brought her the rest of the way back to full awareness. She couldn’t believe how fast she panicked over hearing those sounds again, how quickly they thrust her into the past or how vivid her recollection still was of something that occurred over three months ago and she thought she put behind her. The last she saw of Master Greg he had been hauled out of the club by two angry doms, Master Wade cuddling her to his side and insisting on driving her home. Other than a few welts that took several days to heal, she thought she had come away from that horrible experience with nothing but regret.
“Want to tell me what the hell that was all about?”
She winced at his harsh tone and the underlying accusation she heard. God, she felt like a complete fool and there was no way she would tell him what happened between her and Master Greg, no way she’d let him know she made just as stupid a mistake by returning to Master Greg after she’d seen signs of his true nature as she had by running from him. Two erroneous judgements was at least one too many.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. One minute I was fine, then I panicked because I couldn’t move.” That much was true. “I can’t explain it.” Okay, that wasn’t, but it was the best she could do. “I’d like to go upstairs now, if that’s all right.”
“Come on then.”
“No.” Putting a hand on his chest, she looked up at him, saying, “You can stay. I’ll be fine.”
She was lying, both about her reason for her panic attack and that she’d be fine. She looked shell-shocked, fragile, and about ready to collapse. But now wasn’t the time to push her for answers. Looking away from those drenched eyes, he saw Morgan approaching, Scott standing with Jack by the sofas. His friend knew what to do even if he didn’t, he realized with relief.
“Here comes Morgan. It looks like she’s ready to call it a night.” Slipping his shirt back on her, he kissed her, adding, “We’ll discuss this later.”
Chapter Ten
Cassie kneaded the bread dough with strong squeezes, loving the feel of the soft, moist concoction in her hands. Humming under her breath, she basked in the work she loved and tried to forget the look of disappointment on Marc’s face when she left the club room with Morgan last night. She woke this morning with a sore anus, a vivid reminder of his possession and the ultimate pleasure she derided from it, refusing to dwell on her ridiculous reaction to the sound of a cane being administered to a willing sub. If she had her way, that night would remain in her past never to be revisited again. Sex in public wasn’t new to her, having indulged in exhibitionism with both Marc and Master Greg, but she’d never had anal sex with anyone. She’d always enjoyed anal play, but never took it any further. It felt right and fitting for Marc to be the one to breach her last virgin orifice.
Her buttocks clenched as she recalled the foreplay, both the pain and pleasure of it, that had been instrumental in helping her lower her inhibitions and relax enough to trust him with not only her body but her feelings. He kept her close to his side as she lay spooned against him all night, and remembering his concern and the tender way he held her after her ‘episode’ gave her hope his feelings were involved. Surely she had proven by now she was here to stay, that she wouldn’t run from him and his domination. She didn’t know what more she could do to prove she wanted to not only accept, but embrace his lifestyle.
Placing the dough in a deep-dish pan, she covered it with a towel then set it aside to rise before switching on the oven. She had several tins of muffins ready to go in along with f
our pies. There were a few things left from yesterday in her case out front, but that was it until she got her current dishes baked. After cleaning up, she checked the oven, frowning when she noticed it hadn’t warmed up.
“Well, shit,” she muttered after flipping the temp higher with still no heat. Her good mood took a sudden dive as she realized she would have to close the shop until she could get a new part, which could take until the first of next week. After placing a call to an appliance repairman, she waited on the few customers that stopped in before he arrived.