Learning to Trust Part 3: The Offer Read Online Free Page A
Author: B. B. Roman
Remember that. Please, take a deep breath and relax. "
You have to trust him, Marisa. That's what this is all about.
But why did I trust him anyway? I wasn't sure if it was for my interview or just for the sexual exploration. Maybe it was both. I started out with a goal that had become very cloudy as I got to know this man better.
Feeling like an animal trapped in a corner, I took his advice, taking the deepest breath I've ever taken in my life and trying to release the tension in my muscles. "Yes, Sir," I said, my words breathy and full. His fingers were still inside of me and clearly, they weren't going anywhere anytime soon. My body finally started to relax, my sphincter giving up in its fight to prevent his entrance.
His fingers began to press against the rings of muscle inside of me, muscle that was far more sensitive than I ever would have imagined. He gently probed, touching me, fingering me. It didn't take long—suddenly I was beginning to enjoy this formerly forbidden exploration, realizing that he was making my pussy scream with excitement through his pressure on the back wall. It was nice to suddenly learn that all of these parts were so intricately connected, all of them providing pleasure that I wouldn't have ever known about without Roland. One more finger made its way in, and then he eased them all out. Like I had felt in my pussy, he pushed a small egg into my asshole, one that fit very nicely after the fingers had done their job. I felt empty just for a second until the object was inside.
"Very nice," he said. "Does that feel al l right?"
"Yes, Sir," I said. Both my pussy and asshole were filled, but I was okay with it for some reason. I still didn't get the point of the egg things. Were they just placeholders to keep me stretched out or something?
"Now, my pet, based on all the dirty things that you've done thus far, I've surmised that you're a very dirty girl, one that needs to be punished for her transgressions. There will be no debate, is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, forgetting entirely about the spanking he had delivered the previous day, so lost in the fantasy. The word punishment should h ave set me on alert, but it hadn 't.
Thwack!
Pain shot through my body, pain much sharper than what I had received from the spanking. It was more centralized in one spot, more focused, like a sharp needle pricking me along a small strip. I cried out, so shocked at the sudden change in feeling after all of the probing. "Sir!" I begged.
Thwack!
He struck my other cheek, the one that had been spared by the first strike. It stung even worse. Tears formed in my eyes, tears that would have nowhere to go due to the blindfold.
Buzz!
"Oh my god!" I shouted. The objects in both my pussy and ass came to life, vibrating, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I forgot about the pain just like that, suddenly overwhelmed by such pleasure." Both parts of me were working in conjunction, causing me to writhe against that cross, to fight as pleasure defeated my will.
Both objects stopped.
Thwack! He struck me again and I cried out.
"So bad," he said. "Such a dirty little slut. You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," I said. The pain hurt bad, but I just wanted more of the vibration. Why wouldn't he give it to me? "Please make me come, Sir," I said.
"You'll come when I say so." He hit me again and again, my flesh burning and sensitive. I felt warmth flush my face red, probably just as red as my ass cheeks were.
Buzz!
I swore I could hear it before I felt it, almost like I had a sense for impending pleasure . My body felt like a sea ravaged by storm, waters rushing and rolling, chaotic and wild. The excitement was threatening to drown my consciousness. And just like before, he stopped.
"Damnit!" I cried out. He was taunting me, teasing. The goal was to make it something I couldn't live without, something that was a need rather than just a want. My swollen rear began to throb again, my mind no longer
You have to trust him, Marisa. That's what this is all about.
But why did I trust him anyway? I wasn't sure if it was for my interview or just for the sexual exploration. Maybe it was both. I started out with a goal that had become very cloudy as I got to know this man better.
Feeling like an animal trapped in a corner, I took his advice, taking the deepest breath I've ever taken in my life and trying to release the tension in my muscles. "Yes, Sir," I said, my words breathy and full. His fingers were still inside of me and clearly, they weren't going anywhere anytime soon. My body finally started to relax, my sphincter giving up in its fight to prevent his entrance.
His fingers began to press against the rings of muscle inside of me, muscle that was far more sensitive than I ever would have imagined. He gently probed, touching me, fingering me. It didn't take long—suddenly I was beginning to enjoy this formerly forbidden exploration, realizing that he was making my pussy scream with excitement through his pressure on the back wall. It was nice to suddenly learn that all of these parts were so intricately connected, all of them providing pleasure that I wouldn't have ever known about without Roland. One more finger made its way in, and then he eased them all out. Like I had felt in my pussy, he pushed a small egg into my asshole, one that fit very nicely after the fingers had done their job. I felt empty just for a second until the object was inside.
"Very nice," he said. "Does that feel al l right?"
"Yes, Sir," I said. Both my pussy and asshole were filled, but I was okay with it for some reason. I still didn't get the point of the egg things. Were they just placeholders to keep me stretched out or something?
"Now, my pet, based on all the dirty things that you've done thus far, I've surmised that you're a very dirty girl, one that needs to be punished for her transgressions. There will be no debate, is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, forgetting entirely about the spanking he had delivered the previous day, so lost in the fantasy. The word punishment should h ave set me on alert, but it hadn 't.
Thwack!
Pain shot through my body, pain much sharper than what I had received from the spanking. It was more centralized in one spot, more focused, like a sharp needle pricking me along a small strip. I cried out, so shocked at the sudden change in feeling after all of the probing. "Sir!" I begged.
Thwack!
He struck my other cheek, the one that had been spared by the first strike. It stung even worse. Tears formed in my eyes, tears that would have nowhere to go due to the blindfold.
Buzz!
"Oh my god!" I shouted. The objects in both my pussy and ass came to life, vibrating, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I forgot about the pain just like that, suddenly overwhelmed by such pleasure." Both parts of me were working in conjunction, causing me to writhe against that cross, to fight as pleasure defeated my will.
Both objects stopped.
Thwack! He struck me again and I cried out.
"So bad," he said. "Such a dirty little slut. You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," I said. The pain hurt bad, but I just wanted more of the vibration. Why wouldn't he give it to me? "Please make me come, Sir," I said.
"You'll come when I say so." He hit me again and again, my flesh burning and sensitive. I felt warmth flush my face red, probably just as red as my ass cheeks were.
Buzz!
I swore I could hear it before I felt it, almost like I had a sense for impending pleasure . My body felt like a sea ravaged by storm, waters rushing and rolling, chaotic and wild. The excitement was threatening to drown my consciousness. And just like before, he stopped.
"Damnit!" I cried out. He was taunting me, teasing. The goal was to make it something I couldn't live without, something that was a need rather than just a want. My swollen rear began to throb again, my mind no longer
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