Page 13 of Such A Good Girl

I came hard, my fingers clinging to his knees where they held mine apart.

‘There you go. That’s it, give it all to me. Oh, tears too. Let it all out for me. I’ll take everything, my pet. Look at yourself. Look at how beautiful you are. Coming all over my fingers like a good girl.’

He murmured to me as the orgasm ravaged my body, his sweet whispers contrasting with the roughness of his fingers. He didn’t stop as the first waves passed, instead he kept thrusting with slow, deep, strokes, forcing body to submit to him.

‘One more for me. You can do it.’

Trembles stole over me as I fought against the waves of pleasure, feeling sick at letting this stranger play my body so thoroughly. At giving in so easily. At enjoying it.

Pushing me forward, he forced me to my hands and knees, switching his hand to fucking me from behind, my face closer to the mirror. Tears dripped over my cheeks as he worked me back into a writhing mess.

‘This is where you should be. On all fours and open for pleasure. It’s what you need, isn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ I cried. I could barely look at myself, the pink collar and cuffs making me look every bit his pet.

The pressure was too much, and I came again, my pussy strangling his fingers. The pleasure shot through me, leaving no space untouched.

‘There’s my good girl, such a pretty lil’ thing.’ He tore his fingers from inside of me while I was still coming, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. ‘If you are a very good girl anddon’t tell anyone about my visit, I’ll come back and fuck you properly. The way you want to be fucked. My pet would love a bone, right?’

I nodded, my legs feeling like jelly as he pulled me back to kneeling.

‘Tell me.’

‘I want it.’

‘What?’ he asked?

‘To be fucked,’ I said, barely a whisper.

His fingers slid across my tear-streaked cheeks, his touch almost sweet.

‘You are so fucking precious, Ashley. He doesn’t deserve you.’ Twisting my head, he met my eyes, his dark and rimmed with black lashes. ‘Don’t forget that.’

Then he left.

I knelt there for a few minutes, half expecting him to walk back in, staring at myself in the mirror. Calling the police, or Jerry, or someone was what I needed to do.

But looking at my pink, puffy pussy had a fresh twist of pleasure shooting through me.

For the first time in years, I felt desirable. Wanted.

And it was like he’d given me a first dose of heroin. The high was still swimming through my veins.

I already wanted another fix.

TEN

BOBBY

The floor creaked at regular intervals as I paced my cabin. Back and forth, again and again.

Squeak. Step. Step Step. Squeak.

I hadn’t slept a wink since petting the… pet.

It had been everything I’d hoped for. The way she’d moaned and squirmed against me. I’d expected more of a fight, but the lack of attention from her husband had her ready and willing.

I needed to look after her. Otherwise, someone might take advantage of her.

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