Page 52 of Vienna Bargain

An anal hook.

Alexander casually put on black latex gloves and dipped his fingers into a small pot of what she assumed was lube.

As he rubbed his fingers together, using his thumb to make sure the lube coated all sides of his index and middle fingers, the angsty deliberations from when he’d left her alone were forgotten.

She lifted her head, straining to watch as he walked around to the end of the desk where her spread legs and aching ass were ready and accessible.

He spread her ass cheeks, then rubbed one finger over her anus. She shivered in pleasure.

“Have you had an anal hook before?”

“No, Master Alexander.”

His fingertip pressed against her rear entrance. “It will control your posture.”

His finger entered her ass, the thick coating of lube making it slide in easily. With another little thrust his knuckle passed through the ring of muscle and his hand rubbed her ass as he twisted his finger inside her.

That’s when the tingling started.

Alena tensed.

Alexander withdrew his finger all the way, then added a second, forcing her open as he worked two digits into her ass.

The tingling turned to burning.

She arched her back and whimpered, her breasts throbbing in their rope harness.

“You feel it now?”

“What kind of lube is that?” she asked rather desperately.

He chuckled and kept fucking her ass with his fingers. He had a good rhythm going now, and the friction both alleviated the burn and made it worse.

Another minute of him working her ass and Alena was moaning and thrusting back against him.

Alexander picked up the hook. “The lube is infused with ginger.”

That explained the burning.

He withdrew his fingers and then the cold ball at the tip of the hook pressed against her. The coolness was a relief, even if it felt impossibly wide.

Alexander added pressure and the burning made it hard to relax. Instead of yielding to the hook her body tightened in an attempt to keep it out.

“Figging,” she gasped. “This is like figging.”

“I could have made you a plug from ginger, but I want you in tight bondage.” He pressed harder, and the ball forced its way into her with a pop. Alena cried out, rising on her toes and pressing her forehead into the desk. He slid the hook in deep—she could feel the large ball inside her, a fullness that was at once awkward and pleasurable.

For a moment the cool metal provided some relief from the burn of the ginger, but that didn’t last long. She wiggled and shifted as he stripped off his gloves and then tied the tail ends of the rope through the eye at the top of the anal hook.

Alexander hooked his arms under her shoulders and helped her to stand. For a moment she swayed, and it felt so good to rest against him.

Then Alexander adjusted the ropes and Alena hissed as the complexity of her predicament was made clear.

She had to keep her shoulders back, chest up, bound and aching breasts outthrust. If she hunched her back or slouched, the hook pulled painfully on her anus.

“Face me. Hands back on the desk. Legs spread.”

Alexander’s voice was hot with desire. Using her like this, binding her like this, was really turning him on.

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