Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“You need one more thing before you can come,” he says.
I have no idea what that could be, but I hope it doesn’t hurt.
“Is it gonna…”
“No,” he says, practically reading my mind. “This won’t cause you any pain. Not if you relax. If they have the room prepared for me the way I asked them to…”
He opens one of the drawers and takes out a couple of items. One is lubricant, which I don’t think I need. I am absolutely fucking soaked.
Then I see what he has in his other hand, and the lubricant makes so much more sense. It is a butt plug. I shouldn’t be surprised by that—and I’m not. What I am surprised by is the tail attached to the other end of it. It is a thick, bushy, pale tail made from… I have no idea. It looks realistic, but I have to hope it hasn’t come off an actual animal.
“What kind of… is that real?”
“It’s real in the sense that it exists,” Marcus says. “But it’s not been cut off a fox, if that’s what you’re wondering. The only arctic vixen to suffer will be you.”
He’s so damn smooth.
“I want you to fold your arms in front of you on the floor, and I want you to turn your head and rest your cheek on them. Keep your hips high. Present your holes.”
That order makes me blush furiously. He can say the most filthy things in a way that makes them seem almost suave.
“I can’t,” I whimper.
“Of course you can. You’re capable of being a bad girl, which means you are capable of being a good girl for me too. Do you as you’re told.”
I find myself moving to obey him. It is a relatively small movement in the grand scheme of things, after all. I lower my arms, and I fold them in front of myself, resting my cheek on the back of my right wrist. My hips remain high, seeming higher and more vulnerable than before.
“Very good,” he says. Those two words contain an intense approval that washes through me like a warm wave. Up until this moment, I didn’t know what it felt like to be so intensely praised. He barely said anything, but his tone contains multitudes. I have become sensitive to him so quickly in this room in which only he and I seem to exist.
I feel his fingers on my ass, possessive digits tracing the cane strokes he laid down with such brutal accuracy. Those fingers slide into my cleft. I feel warm droplets of oil being dripped down my crevice and subsequently smeared into the tight little bud that has protected a part of my body I have never allowed any man to touch before.
“Very good,” he says, repeating those two lovely words as he pleasures my sensitive butt. “I could have made this unpleasant for you, the same way the cane was unpleasant. But obedience will earn you pleasure.”
The most pleasurable part of this is that all of the hot feelings that could be awful shame and embarrassment are becoming something else. They’re swirling around inside of me, they’re nestling into the dark crevices in my mind that I’ve never explored before. They’re making me feel excitement rather than cold fear. They’re activating every part of me, and they are making it possible for me to obey him when he gives his next order—which is to relax as he slides that twisted tail right inside my ass.
I feel the tight ring of muscle stretching around the warmed metal plug. This is a tool designed for a purpose, and it does its job well. It is not as large as I was afraid of it being—or at least it does not hurt the way I thought it would. The fur of the tail hangs down over my pussy and down between my thighs. I can feel the strands of it against my sex, sticking lightly because I am absolutely soaking wet.
“That is adorable,” Marcus declares, wrapping his hand around the top of the tail and giving it a gentle little tug, making the plug bob lightly in my ass.
Adorable? I don’t know if I feel adorable. I feel stripped. I feel bare. I feel as though all dignity has been taken from me and replaced by desire. My body is an ocean of need.
I want him inside me. The plug in my ass is not nearly enough. I want his cock. I want his cock like I have never, ever wanted a cock before. It’s a level of need that makes me a little afraid.
My hips are swerving and swirling as he toys with me, teasing me in that careful, calculated way he does. I am already becoming accustomed to his behavior, to the way he handles me intimately. There is an assuredness to his touch, an easy command.