Page 53 of His Toy

It made her feel guilty when the sounds of Alex’s torment changed. She couldn’t see what had happened, but something was different. The higher pitch of his voice, the increased volume indicated Cora was doing something awful. As if in response, the Wolf’s thrusts got harder, faster, and his fingers dug into her hips as he used her ass. The nearly virgin orifice tightened in protest, which only increased the burning friction as he fucked her hard.

Bella’s gargled gasps and whimpers vibrated against Trace’s cock as her sore jaw and throat struggled against biting down. She didn’t want whatever punishment might follow such a transgression.

His fingers tightened in her hair as his thick rod began to grow even thicker and longer and it pressed against her tongue. Bella almost choked as his cum began to spurt; he was still thrusting rather than burying himself, and his jizz coated the inside of her mouth and throat, forcing her to actively swallow or risk inhaling the hot fluid. Her tongue and throat worked as he pumped, groaning above her head. The bitter taste of his sperm lingered, even after he stopped spurting it.

Trace kept his cock in her mouth as it began to soften but sighed with pleasure when he finally withdrew. Bella whimpered and braced herself more firmly on the bench. Without Trace’s hard body in front of her, the Wolf’s thrusts put her off balance, as if she might pitch forward at any moment.

She looked over at the platform and felt a shot of jealousy roll through her as she saw Cora riding Alex. Stupid jealousy, because it wasn’t like Alex had a choice. But seeing another woman straddling him, having sex with him… It made Bella want to tear Cora’s hair out.

Trace’s dark face blocked out her vision as he crouched down beside her, his lips quirked with amusement. “Don’t worry about the kid, pretty girl, Cora will leave him in one piece.”

He cupped her breasts with both hands and tweaked her nipples, and Bella gasped. Her eyes got big with surprise. This was the first time any of the men, other than Alex, had shown any interest in her after they’d gotten off. The taste Trace’s cum was still in her mouth, and he wasn’t aroused anymore, so why was he touching her?

He pinched her sensitive nipples, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Her ass clenched around the Wolf’s cock in response, making her shudder as fire flared through her.

“I thought these seemed rather sensitive,” Trace said, his deep voice sounding smug as he began to pull on the little buds. Bella whimpered, hating the bolts of pleasure that shot through her now that someone was paying such focused attention to her nipples. There wasn’t as much to distract her now, either; she couldn’t see Alex and Cora, and she wasn’t struggling to breathe anymore.

The slick glide of the Wolf’s cock in and out of her ass had stopped being truly painful; her muscles had adjusted, and she began to feel more pleasure than pain, as a whole. Especially with Trace’s hands and fingers nimbly squeezing and tweaking her breasts and nipples. Bella arched slightly and tried to press her breasts more firmly into his hands as she reached for the pleasure that built up inside her.

Her mons pressed against the bench, and the Wolf’s hard thrusts put more pressure on her swollen clit as Trace tugged at her nipples. The big man leaned forward and took one into his mouth to suckle and tease it with his tongue. Bella moaned, arching again, and thrust her ass up and her breasts down.

The Wolf grunted, his fingers splaying across her hip bones and digging in deep as he began to plow her, hard. From the dais, she could hear Cora’s pleasure, Alex’s howl, as her own body began to reach its critical point. Trace’s manipulation of her sensitive nipples tipped her over; Bella cried out as she shuddered with pleasure, and her pussy spasmed emptily as her ass clamped down on the Wolf’s thrusting cock.

He plowed into her, harder and faster, and the burning friction of his cock against the sensitive walls of her ass made her ecstasy spin even higher as Trace’s teeth bit down gently on her nipple. It was exactly what she needed to fly high; her orgasm shuddered through her more forcefully than any other since they’d been taken by the Wolf. Pleasure engulfed her, rode her, and she was buoyed along the top of it as it crested and fell.

Heat spurted inside her, her nipples blossomed with pleasure, and the front of her mound pressed so hard against the bench it was almost painful.

As the pleasure slowly wound down, her body shuddered and clenched over and over, spasming in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until they fluttered open again. Trace still gently tugged on her nipples—he’d been intently watching her while she came.

White teeth flashed as she blinked at him, dazed. “Beautiful girl.”

One last tug on her nipples and then he stood up and moved away from her. Bella groaned as the Wolf pulled himself free, and her sore anus quivered as it was emptied of his cock.

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That night neither Bella nor Alex spoke. They curled around each other, lost in their own thoughts.

Besides, what could they say?

17

The morning started like every morning since Trish had been taken. She was dreaming when she felt the first trickle of awareness; a touch skimming along her body that brought feelings of both arousal and anxiety. Before she was truly awake, her lips parted on a gasp, her nipples hardened, and she was wet and ready. It was a Pavlovian response.

She’d studied the history of psychology before she’d found a passion for art history, and she knew what was wrong with her. There was a name for what she was experiencing, but the knowledge didn’t lessen the impact.

It was called Stockholm Syndrome.

And it didn’t stop her from moaning, from spreading her legs even wider than the hard hands on her inner thighs pressed her to. Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes adjusted to the light. The swipe of a tongue up the center of her pussy made her moan again as her hips rolled, her half-asleep body easily manipulated by a man who had spent quite a bit of time learning her responses.

“Open your eyes, little girl.”

That was something he always insisted on. She obeyed and looked down the length of her body, past the small mounds of her breasts with their perky, pink nipples, to the man whose mouth hovered inches above the short, white-blonde hair of her pussy. His blue eyes seemed to glow as he met her gaze and held it as he lowered his lips to deliberately suck her clit into his mouth while she watched.

Trish shuddered and her hands clenched in the sheets. His tongue rasped over the tender bud, and her back arched as the pleasure washed over her. The steady sucking on her clit was almost too intense to bear, and she tried to close her legs, to protect the sensitive area, but his hard hands kept them wide open. Left her vulnerable.

“Please,” she whimpered, and her fingers dug into the sheets again. She’d learned, after the first day, not to try to stop him with anything but words. Her ass still burned when she remembered the spanking he’d given after tying her hands behind her back. And, as always, when she remembered it, shame and sexual excitement poured through her in equal measure. “It’s too much.”

Jordan must have been feeling indulgent today; he gentled the suckling before he released her clit and began to lick up the center of her pussy, seeking out the wetness that trickled between her folds. Trish moaned and writhed some more for him while she watched the slight bob of his head, up and down, between her legs. Every so often, his eyes would flick up to meet hers, to ensure she was watching, to trap her with his gaze.

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