Learning to Trust Part 3: The Offer Read Online Free Page B

distracted by how good I felt. It really hurt like hell.
    "I'm sweetening the deal for you, my pet. I promise." He struck my thighs, the fat helping to insulate me from the full intensity of the blow. Well, at least I thought that at first.
    Thwack!
    It hurt just as bad as everything else had. My skin actually felt like it was pulled around my muscles tighter than ever, so taut and immobile, like the crop could cut right through it. But as it burned, I realized my body seemed to remember the pleasure just as well, blending all of the sensations together at once. I think my body was begging to be struck even more , expecting it to feed into my craving for release. Even though I was in pain, my eyes had stopped watering. Either my tear ducts were empty, or I was actually enjoying this torment. I think the latter was true.
    Vibration clouded my mind again, causing me to rock against the wall, my head pressing so hard against that soft material. My hips reflexively rocked back and forth, my body under the impression that I was being fucked senseless. I was filled totally down there—and I loved it. I twisted and fought the restraints , not to escape, but to direct my growing energy somewhere. In that moment, I truly had forgotten whom I was, my identity gone. The only thing mattered was that he was Sir and I was his pet . That was why this was a scene . Oh, the sweet torture of it all!
    He stopped and continued probably four or five more times, dangling my climax right over my head, just barely out of reach—and watched me scramble for it. I couldn't think clearly anymore, so overwhelmed by the needs of my body. I wanted to come so badly, worse than I'd ever wanted anything before. Sweat trickled down my brow from the tension, the fatty flesh of my thighs and ass so swollen and red. I had willingly put myself into this situation, allowing this man I barely knew to control me, to manipulate my nerves and reflexes.
    "I think it's almost time, my pet," he said, heat in his voice. The vibrator came out of my ass— and was replaced with his cock . Roland pressed up against my tender little hole, so sensitive after the massive barrage of vibrations. His cock seemed to throb with excitement, his body ready to take my anal virginity. I heard the lube again, feeling that cool sensation as it dripped down my crack.
    "Oh god," I moaned loudly, feeling his bulbous head spread my asshole open even wider than it had been before. My immediate discomfort faded fast. He pressed into that tight darkness, allowing my muscles to clench his width, his power. My muscles begged him to move forward, the anticipation nearly killing me. "Deeper," I pleaded. He actually took that order from me .
    "Oh yeah, it's such a tight little asshole. So lovely." Roland groaned as he went deeper and deeper into me, stopping when his thighs rested against my ass, a warm collision even though my tender skin burned. His hips started to rock back and forth, sending his hardness into me, in and out, over and over.
    I imagined the scene in my mind as I felt it, picturing the look on his face, his eyes staring forward with intensity as he watch ed me move, totally helpless, a slave to his desires. I loved how it felt and I loved how it looked . The blindfold made me picture something totally different than if my eyes were open. The image was so much more vivid in my mind, the colors exploding forth with boldness as they synchronized with the pleasure that raged through my body.
    The air was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together. Roland thrust into me repeatedly , stripping me of my anal virginity with such vigor . It was so dirty, so filthy. He was right—I was a dirty little whore. His cock hammered against my sensitive rings of muscle, filling me entirely, pressing against the back wall of my pussy as he began and ended each thrust. Pleasure moved through my body in undulating waves, waves I suspected were only going to get even more powerful than they