Page 80 of Forfeits

“Your ass was made for this. I’m glad I get to play with it.”

I was glad, too.

Aiden slipped the dildo back and forth, stretching me in a lazy and confident way, so that all I felt was a delightful stretch and a pleasant invasion. He chuckled at my gasps and sighs, like a pleased athletic coach.

“Mmm. So sexy.”

He withdrew the dildo and put it aside. Aiden might as well have blindfolded me, because I couldn’t see anything except the wall of implements opposite where I lay. I kept my eyes closed, the better to not be distracted. My focus was entirely on the sensations in my body—the feel of the ropes around my wrists, the stretch in my shoulder muscles, the pressure of the bands around my thighs and ankles, the feel of the pads under my knees and the shifts in air currents on my skin as Aiden moved around behind me.

More lube dribbled down my crack.

A cold shock against my thigh as Aiden pressed something metal against me.

“This is going inside you,” he said, moving the object around and pressing its length and shape against the skin of my leg so I could figure it out.

An anal hook. Jesus Christ. A moderately sized steel ball at the end of a hook of slim metal. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

I whimpered.

“That’s the reaction I’m going for. You know what this is.”

I whimpered again, and Aiden laughed.

“Oh yeah, you do.”

My sphincter clenched and relaxed, eager for the invasion and the sense of helplessness that would come with the serious bondage implement. Daniel and I had never tried one, and once we had Lucy running around, we didn’t feel right about storing lots of kinky accouterments in the house.

I swallowed, compulsively pulled at my wrist bindings, if only to feel that delicious sense of powerlessness. I wanted that hook so bad, and I was free to enjoy it without guilt and shame because someone else was choosing it for me.

Aiden chuckled as his gloved fingers stretched me again, then the metal sphere pushed against my opening.

Slowly, very slowly, the width of the metal ball sank into me, as I pushed outward with my muscles to receive it. My sphincter opened wider and wider, and the ball felt bigger than it had looked.

Then, all of a sudden, it sank inside me, and my hole closed on the slim metal hook.

I made a sound of intense pleasure as my body adjusted to the fullness.

“Oh yeah. Jesus,” Aiden murmured.

I made soft sounds of pleasure. This was what I lived for, honestly—the sense of fullness, the depravity of having someone put something into me this way. It was exquisite. With the metal hook protruding out of me, adding the sense of being a puppet on a string for my stern, attractive Dom.

I was in heaven.

Aiden swiped more lube around my hole as he poked one gloved finger in alongside the hook. I yelped but relaxed as the feeling of being penetrated by more than one object hit me.

“So pretty, this hole. Prettiest hole I’ve ever seen, touched, teased,” Aiden murmured as he touched and teased it, tickling the edge and slipping his finger in, delighting in my moans and murmurs as I became a mere conduit for his will. The soft tenor of his voice hypnotized me, soothed me and assured me that he was taking all the care that was needed.

I took a breath as Aiden grasped the hook and nudged the ball farther into me. I grunted as Aiden rocked it and twisted it, to make me cry out. Then he settled it again, the ball pushed as deep as it could go, the hook twisting up and over my back.

“My pinioned puppet.”

The words. His words broke me and made me his completely.

He rocked the hook so that the muscle stretched and relaxed, completely beyond my control.

Aiden moaned then. “This looks so good. You have no idea.”

He pushed his finger carefully in and out again, amplifying every sensation. He played with me for a bit like this, and it was all I could do not to scream with pleasure.

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