Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (read out loud books .TXT) 📕

 body like a shockingly intense heat. She wanted more, there was no denying that,  yet she still couldn’t quite accept—fathom—the possibility. Despite her desire, she wasn’t sure she was ready for something so unanticipated.

When he began to push, she said, “Wait!” peering back over her shoulder.

“No waiting,” he said simply, “and if I wasn’t  so intent on getting the handle  of thiscrop in your  ass, I’d whip you with it.”

She sucked  in her breath. The handle. Yes,  she could see the fringed end of the crop pointing away from her. As she turned her head back to face forward, she recalled that the handle, covered with smooth black leather, was rounded, not braided. Somewhat, she thought speculatively, like a thin little cock.

“Ohhh!” she cried deeply as the  crop slipped inside her, then deeper, deeper. “Oh! Oh Ares!”  How could it be?  So different than  the pussy, not the same sort of  pleasure at all and yet…still pleasure.  Strange  and  astounding  pleasure because it seemed so impossible, the idea so utterly new. It was as if Ralen had discovered an entirely  unknown region of her body, as if it had been hidden from her all this time and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was delivering deep delights to her in this  unforeseen  way.

“Fuck it, vixen,” he said softly, and when  she dared move lightly, carefully, against  the crop in her ass, her husband groaned his approval.

She moaned, too, in a mixture of disbelief  and joy at this  new sensation she’d  never even imagined.

“Yes, fuck it,” he commanded again, and  she continued, still a bit wary, yet sinking  into a slow comfort at the idea of having something inside that part of her.

When she dared glance back over her shoulder, she found Ralen’s gaze glued hotly  to his task, and she wondered what it looked like to see her ass swallowing the crop.  Her pussy went wetter at the image in her  mind. Or maybe it was because she was  moving and every movement brought the  chain between her legs into scintillating  contact with her clit.

Too much pleasure, too much pleasure.  She began to feel lost in it,  almost overwhelmed. Her arms were tired, her knees, too—yet nothing mattered but the

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sensations at her ass and cunt. She moaned, sinking deeper, deeper into the raw heat of  it, the stimulation of the thin gold links, the shockingly good insertion of the riding tool,  the lovely pleasure gained with each little thrust of her ass.  She would come soon,  yes,  yes…

Only then he withdrew the crop!

She whimpered at the loss and thought she’d never felt emptier in her life.

“Wh-why?”

That fast, he  managed to snap the fringed end of the leather against the softest part of her ass. The result was a ferocious echoing sensation through her poor  pussy andbottom that  nearly made her collapse with the  intensity of her longing. “Because there’smore, vixen,” he said  sharply. “Which you  will not get if you continue to  question me. Understand?”

Her mouth quivered. “Yes.”

“That’s better. Now,” he began, leaving her in order to return to the peg board,

“let’s try this.”

She looked  up to  see in his  hand a smallish clay cock—bigger than  the crop,  smaller than the cock she and Bella had played with  during Orientation. Smaller, but… it was to go inside her ass? She at once longed for it  but dreaded it—it was too big for that newly opened spot. And it was all she  could do not  to protest, but she struggled to keep her mouth clamped tightly shut. She watched over her shoulder as he dipped  his fingers into a jar of  something wet, then smoothed  them over the tool, making it glisten.

Her teeth chattered nervously when the  blunt end of the toy cock nudged heranus—then, dear Ares, he pushed  firmly, making her cry out as it  sunk deep. “Ohhh!”  She thought she was crying out from pain,  but just as quickly, discomfort abated, leaving her  with a stunning sense of fullness in  a place she’d never expected to be filled,and a sense of her own sexuality so hot and  dirty that  she’d never experienced anything like it. In that strange, transforming  instant, she became  wild and hungry,  truly  wanting to be everything he wanted her to be, wanting  to do his every bidding, please hisdarkest whim.

“How does that feel, vixen?”  he asked from behind her.

Her lips trembled from  the overwhelming  pleasure of being his slave. “Brutally  good,” she said on a shaky voice.

Her husband’s deep sigh was all she needed to hear to know the answer had  pleased him. As he began to move the clay  cock slowly in and out of  her ass, she  clenched her teeth at the pure sexual being she’d just become. Nothing mattered but  sensation. She ceased to think, to reason, to  worry, to wish or to plan. Nothing mattered  but the tool in her  ass and the incredible knowledge that she was genuinely  succumbing, becoming what he wanted her to be. Hot, so hot.  Everything  inside her burned with an unrefined lust and desire so  deep and dark that she’d never imagined it  could exist.

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She moved against the clay cock, amazed when  it began to glide more freely in theorifice, even more amazed when the pleasure deepened, threatening to swallow her.  The thin gold links between her thighs rubbed deliciously through her pussy, chafingher clit, centering all she was in the region of her ass and cunt. She was nothing else butthose parts  of her body in that moment, lost  in the sensations, drowning there—a most wonderful,  powerful  drowning.

She cried out at the raw pleasure. It was  tinged with pain—she felt it somewhere around the  edges of her anus—but the pleasure was so great that  it  embraced  the pain. The hint of pain made it even  better. She wanted to hurt for him.

Behind her,  he growled in clear response to her mewling cries, and she found herself languidly licking her lips, sinking, sinking, knowing ecstasy was near.  Rub me,my little gold chain. Rub