Page 91 of Bleeding Blackheart

“Okay. I want to try it.”

He gives my ass a discreet squeeze before he reaches up to grab it. When we exit the aisle, he leads me toward the register, but something stands out to me in the corner. His eyes follow mine, and when he sees the red paddle, he walks me over to it. “Do you want me to use this on you?”

I dust my fingers over the shiny leather and neat stitching, impressed with the craftsmanship and stunned by the beauty. While I’m terrified of belts, something about this doesn’t seem so bad. “I do. And, it matches everything else I have.”

Gunner picks it up, looking it over. “I can’t wait to whip you into shape with this.”

My pussy twitches, and my desire to get back home increases. When we get to the checkout, he grabs some extra lube and pays, and then we take everything back to the car. I bury myself back underneath my tulips, smiling to myself the entire way home.

I sit at the kitchen table, unboxing my new gadgets while Gunner gets my flowers secured in three vases. After the blooms are lined up on the counter by the window, hetakes my electronically-powered sex store finds, leaving the paddle in front of me, and starts washing them off. “Remove your dress, Montana.”

My brow lifts with confusion. “Do you want me to go upstairs?”

He sets the butt plug aside, working on the massage wand. “No. I want you to stand up from the table, take off your dress, and get on top of it.”

I glance at the shiny paddle that reflects under the chandelier and stand up slowly, slipping my cozy sweater dress past my shoulders and down to my heels.

Standing in just a white cotton bra and underwear, I climb onto the table carefully, sitting on the beige tablecloth. He comes over to the table and steps behind me, patting my hip. “Sit on your heels.”

I get seated, and I feel him slowly pull down my panties, leaving them bunched around my thighs. Gunner doesn’t say a word to me while he parts my cheeks, squeezing some lube between them. I shift and hear the table creak, but he slides a finger between my seam like everything’s alright. “Don’t worry. It won’t break.”

I’m not sure if I believe him, but he knows this table better than I do, so I put my trust in hoping this thing is sturdy enough. His warm fingers bring me calm, and when he slides his index finger in, my body starts to droop.

Gunner fingers my asshole slowly. It’s a little sore from yesterday, but I think I can handle the plug. His hand that isn’t in my asshole comes around my front, holding the red accessory between his fingers. “Open your mouth.”

“I thought it was supposed to go in my ass.”

He fingers me deeper. “It will. But it’s going in your mouth first. Open and suck, baby.”

I part my lips, sticking out my tongue, and he slides the toy into my mouth while I wrap my lips around it, sucking and coating it with my spit. When he’s had enough, he pulls it out of my mouth and presses a kiss to my neck. “You’re getting ready to come more times than you ever have in your life, Montana.”

“How many times?” The most I’ve ever come in a day is four times with my fingers and pillows. I can’t imagine more than that.

Gunner removes his finger and slips the toy between my cheeks, pressing it against my opening slowly. “As many times as it takes until you say milkshake.”

I whimper when he starts to slide it in, but I remind myself that I had something bigger in me yesterday. This butt plug definitely wasn’t the smallest in the store, but it’s not as thick and long as the man pushing it in me, so I know Ican handle it.

Once it’s all the way in, I give it a squeeze, feeling full and moderately comfortable. “How long do I have to keep it in for?”

He pulls my panties back up over my hips. “I’ll take it out when you pass out.”

Not wanting to back down from the challenge, I agree, and he slips his hand in my panties just to turn on the plug.

“Whoa.”

Gunner lifts the paddle, twirling it in his hands. “I know. You’ve never felt anything like it.” I want to confirm, but I don’t get a chance to before he rears back and claps my ass with the paddle.

“Fuck, I’m so wet right now.”

He unclips my bra, pulling it off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor. “I know you are. I want you dripping, Montana. I want your panties to get so heavy from your soaked pussy, and then I want to watch it spill out and pour down your pretty legs.”

When he smacks my other cheek, my tits shake, and he bends down to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. After the quickest suck, his lips pull away, and he flicks my left nipple with his tongue, alternating licks with spankings to my left butt cheek.

My knees ache on the hard table, but the sensations I’m feeling are too good to care. Each flick and every spank bring me a little closer to where I want to be. “Gunner.”

He bites my nipple. “What’s the highest amount of times you’ve come in a day, Montana?”

I try to keep my body as still as possible, not wanting to disrupt the pleasant feeling building inside me. “Four.”

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