Page 29 of Once Upon A Sale

The exact details of his death are a mystery to me. Nobody was convicted of murder or arrested for any suspicions, but it happened on the same day Ophelia’s mother committed suicide. The police report says there was an intruder who managed to take down all the high tech security systems that surrounded the house, but there’s, without a doubt, more to it than that.

“You don’t need to be so tough all the time, ya know? Sometimes you can let down that massive wall you’ve built up and accept that people aren’t all bad.” Okay, so technically, maybe I am, but not this weekend.

“I could let it down, yeah. But I won’t. I’m not the only one being guarded here, though,Rhett.” She picks up her own forkand begins eating her dinner, and it pleases me more than I’d like to admit as I watch her enjoy her food.

“Fair point. We both have our secrets.” I shrug, smirking at her as I eat.

The meal is almost finished by the time I remember the buttplug I pushed into her puckered hole earlier today. How could I forget? I need to see it.

“Drop the blanket and bend over.”

With her fork halfway to her lips, she stops and glares at me. The trouble is, her eyes give her away because I can clearly see the glint of mischief flashing through them.

Slowly, she eats her final mouthful—because it will be the final one for this meal—then she stands and lets the blanket pool at her feet. Stepping out from the blanket, she turns and puts her palms on the seat of her chair, sticking that beautiful arse out for me to admire.

“Spread your cheeks.”

She twists her head to look at me over her shoulder, right before bringing her hands up to separate her arse cheeks for me. It’s fucking glorious. The purple gem from the base of the buttplug sparkles with the setting sun and I can’t wait any longer.

Standing, I go around the table and grip the four corners of the large tablecloth, then I lift it, plates and glasses smashing as it all bunches together within the material, food and drinks immediately staining the cloth. I drop the pile against the wall of the cabin and step out of my boxers.

“Put your hands on the table, Kitten.”

She eagerly does as she’s told, the submissive side of her winning out with the promise of pleasure.

A growl immediately forms from the base of my throat as I stalk toward her and spank her peachy arse. The pink skin thatappears makes my dick so fucking hard I can barely take it anymore.

“Spread your cheeks for me again, Kitten.”

She rests her head on the table, arching her back, and her arse thrusts into my crotch. Holy shit…I have to mentally chastise myself for almost coming like a teenage boy.

That little purple gem sparkles up at me and I twist it, making her gasp and twitch. I need to compose myself a little because this delectable, fuckable arse is gonna be mine tonight, but I need a few minutes to calm my dick down.

Kneeling on the wooden balcony behind Ophelia, I grip her thighs and lick her pink slit. I slide one hand around to her clit and pinch at the same time as pushing my tongue inside her, and her mewls are like music to my fucking ears.

After a few minutes of feasting on her delicious pussy, her muscles tense, her legs begin to shake, and she cries out her orgasm when I pull out the buttplug at the same time.

“Oh fuck, Rhett.”

“In a second, Kitten.” I chuckle and stand, leaning over her and gripping her chin to kiss her. I make her taste herself, and she fucking loves it if the way she’s pushing her arse against me is anything to go on.

As if it has a mind of its own, my dick penetrates her cunt and we both groan, like we’ve been waiting years for this moment, but I’ve had her mouth, I’ve had her pussy, now I want her arse.

The lube I brought out here earlier is by the door, so I slide out of her and turn to grab it, returning before she can protest at the loss or wonder too much what I’m doing. Sliding in and out of her pussy, I open the lube and drizzle it over her crack, loving how big her hole is after wearing the plug for most of the day. I push my thumb into her arse at the same time as I thrust my dick into her pussy and she shudders, moaning aloud and feeding my obsession for those sounds.

The vibrating ring I pushed onto my finger when I grabbed the lube is next. Pushing the button with my tongue, I turn it on, then bring my hand beneath her to press it against her clit.

“Oh shit!” She flinches at the sensation before settling with a purr of pleasure. Her walls squeeze my cock and I have to hold my breath to stop myself from joining her while she climaxes again.

She’s panting now, but her arse is still high, her back still arched and giving a regal air about her. The irony that she has handed me the control to her body is not lost on me. I'm all too aware that in her world, she’s the master of her every action, but here, she’s acknowledging that I’m the master of her pleasure. Smart little Kitten.

Pulling out of her pussy, I rub some of the lube over my cock and make sure her hole is ready for me before thrusting inside her arse. She screams so loud that if there’s anyone out on the lake, they definitely heard her.

“Oh, Kitten. You take. My dick. So. Well.” My words come out in pants as I try to hold on for as long as I can, but it feels so fucking good.

I bring my hand around to her front again, the vibrating ring still buzzing lightly on my finger, and I press it against her nipple, pinching and squeezing before moving down to her clit again.

“Fuck, Rhett! Yes!”

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