Page 67 of Sinful

“Spread your ass cheeks,” Sebastian commanded. “Show me that sweet little hole.”

I let out a strangled sob as I reached around to spread myself open for him. He’d seen my body many times in those stolen moments at the springs, but never like this. Never so vulnerable and exposed, with every inch of my most private part on full display.

He crouched behind me, and I jolted and winced as he spat on my ass and slid one finger up and down the crack, massaging the saliva into the area. “So pink and pretty,” he said. “Just begging to be fucked.”

I wasn’t begging for anything, but I knew better than to argue at a time like this. “Yes,” I murmured.

“Good girl.” He spat on me again, his finger lubricating my ass even more before the very tip slipped inside. I gasped at thesudden intrusion, and he chuckled. “Such a tight little asshole,” he murmured. “I’ll need this after all.”

‘This’ turned out to be the bottle of clear liquid he’d unpacked with the toy. He opened it and drizzled it all over my bare ass crack before using his fingers to massage it in. My hole was soaked now, and the tip of his finger went in easily this time.

My body flooded with molten shame as I realized it felt good in a wicked, twisted way. I’d never even considered having something go inside my ass, but the knowledge that I was partaking in such a dirty and forbidden act made my core heat the same way it did all those nights in the springs. I hated myself for wanting more, but that shame and hatred wasn’t enough to stop the desire from growing inside me anyway.

“Good girl,” Sebastian muttered. His finger moved away, and he pressed the toy up to my ass, twisting it as it slowly pushed inside me, inch after inch. My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open in a soundless gasp. I’d never felt so full before.

“Fuck,” Sebastian said in a low, hoarse voice, pushing the toy further in. “Look at you take it. I can’t wait until my cock is there instead.”

“Please,” I whimpered, eyes scrunching shut. My ass was stinging and burning now. I couldn’t take any more.

“Please what, baby girl? You want more?”

“No!” I cried. “I can’t… it’s too much.”

His free hand moved to my head, smoothing my hair. “Shh, sweetheart. Just relax.”

I heard him click something on the base of the toy, and it started to vibrate inside me, making me mewl from the shock. “Oh!” I gasped, eyes snapping open. “No!”

“No?” Sebastian laughed cruelly. “Don’t lie to me, Rose. You love it. Your cunt is fuckingdrippingfrom how much you love it. I can see it.”

I squirmed and whimpered, scrunching my eyes shut again. My ass still hurt, but the vibrations were forcing a familiar pressure to build and spread in my core. I just needed something to push me over the edge, something to cause that wonderful explosion inside me.

I dropped one of my hands to my front, giving into the temptation to touch myself for the very first time. Before my fingertips reached my clit, Sebastian growled low in the back of his throat and wrenched my hand behind my back again. “Did I give you permission to make yourself come, Rose?”

“I… no.” I gritted my teeth, back arching in desperate need. “Please… I need it.”

“I love it when you beg. It sounds so pretty coming from that sweet, innocent little mouth.”

As he spoke, he used one hand to hold both of my hands together behind my back while his other hand worked at his belt. He yanked it out of the loops and wrapped it around my wrists, keeping them pinned behind my back. There was a short clinking sound as he threaded the end of the belt through the buckle, and then he pulled on it tightly to secure it, making tears spring to my eyes as the skin on my wrists burned.

“No touching yourself without permission, baby girl,” he muttered, leaning close to my left ear. “If you want to come, you have to earn it.”

“How?” I whimpered.

He clicked something on the toy again, making the vibrations faster. “Howwhat?”

“How, Master?”

He rose to his feet and moved to stand in front of me. “Writing the words didn’t work. So you’ll say them instead.”

His eyes were dark with malevolent lust as he stared down at me on my knees, hands bound behind my back with the toy stilllodged inside my ass. I was quaking with desperation, and he clearly loved the sight of it.

I shook my head, hating how much satisfaction I was bringing this evil man. “No,” I whispered. “Don’t make me say it. Please.”

“You’re not coming until those words leave your mouth, Rose.”

“Please! This is… it’s…” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence now. The mix of pain and pleasure was too great, the pressure inside me building to an intolerable level.

“Torture?”

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