Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

up her dress to expose her naked pussy, her garter belt and black stockings. She could hear people coming over. She turned her head to see them staring at her bare, exposed girly bits. She almost lost her nerve then. Maybe he sensed it because he grabbed her collar and gave her a little shake. She buried her head in the vinyl sheets, hoping they were sanitized between uses. She tried to pull her legs together but he had an answer for that too. He took a spreader bar from the collection of toys mounted on the wall. It was her first time in a spreader bar. She nearly died.

The spreader bar took away the choice from her. The choice to resist, to close her legs and hide the shining wet secret there. She knew the slickness of her bare pussy would be obvious to anyone watching. And to Ryan. With all the spectators looking on, he cuffed her hands to the back of her neck using the ring on her collar. She was restricted and displayed. Helpless. She felt the familiar fall into subspace, not caring anymore who watched or what they thought.

Ryan slapped her ass with his hand a few times, warming it up. He left her, went to the wall to get an implement, returning with a broad black leather paddle. He put his hand on her collar again and leaned down close to her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice sounded dreamy and somehow resigned. A month ago she would have been agitated or whiny. She wouldn’t even have been here. Now she arched back, wanting him, craving the pain.

“Owww!” She howled as the first stroke fell. She went up on her toes, trying to close her legs against the pain, but finding herself impaired by the spreader. Stinging heat bloomed across her ass cheeks. Another blow fell, and another. Her howls rose in hysterical volume. So much for subspace. He was hitting her too hard to find that escape. He put one hand on her back to quiet her, then spanked her again with the leather paddle. The broad surface impacted with a terrible sound and her ass flamed. Her hands clenched and unclenched behind her neck, twisting in her hair, but she found no solace. Another blow. Owww… She shook her head, wanting to cry, wanting to plead with him for mercy. Each blow was like fire, unbearable and awful. She let out a few small cries and gasps that made her feel a little better. Another blow, and another and then, finally, blessed numbness and resignation. She relaxed and let the pain overtake her, diffusing through her body like a slow running stream.

As soon as she relaxed he put the implement away, then stepped behind her and released his cock. She felt it spring free and fall against her heated skin. He didn’t even take his pants all the way down. She felt the scratchy material of his dark jeans rubbing against her ass as he slid into her. Even with all the pain, she was amazingly wet. Kat, you’re an exhibitionist, she thought. But no. It wasn’t the fact that people were watching that turned her on. It was the fact that he was making her do this degenerate perverted scene. Because he wanted to. Because it pleased him. Or maybe to show off. She didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was working for her.

Each time he entered her, stretching her walls and pulling her back by the hips, something animal inside her shivered. She moaned each time he filled her. She couldn’t help it. In less than a minute she would lose control and have an orgasm. Her thighs began to ache from the strain of tensing and pulling against the inflexible spreader bar and her ass ached from the paddling. Her clit bumped against the footboard. She was going to come…she was going to…

He pulled her hair hard, a shock and a distraction. Her orgasm stuttered. His hand twisted harder, harder. She could feel only pain now, no pleasure. He pressed into her hard and bucked through his orgasm. She understood when he pulled out—understood with total clarity. Not this time, doll. She let out a broken sob of frustration. She didn’t understand, but she was too overwrought to ask him why. She heard a few chuckles from the audience, a few catcalls.

“Yeah, make her wait for it.”

“Good way to keep her worked-up.”

Worked-up? She was beside herself. He undid her hands, undid the spreader bar and put everything away. He let her push down her dress. They didn’t use condoms now, so she felt some warm liquid inching down the inside of her thigh as he drew her close and whispered in her ear.

“We’re going to finish this at home, doll. We’re going to finish it in your ass.” Kat shivered, looking up into his dark eyes. She knew he’d wanted anal for some time now. It was a bit of a limit for her, not for any prudish reasons, but just because he was so damn large. “Trust me,” he said.

“But…” she started.

“If you want to come you need to try it with me. I’ve decided the next time I let you come is while I’m in your ass.”

The next time I let you come. So he would hold her orgasms ransom. Man, he was so good at this. He knew exactly how to manipulate her, because the way she felt right now, she was almost ready to beg him to pop her anal cherry right there on the icky vinyl bed. Instead she said, “Your cum is dripping out of me. I need to go clean up.”

“No. I like the idea of it dripping out of you. My little cumslut. Let’s go.”

She rode home beside him, feeling too many feelings. She was frustrated but hot for him. She was nervous about trying anal sex. Worst of all, she was brooding about his kink history. Lord only knew how