Page 17 of The Lady
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Lady Delilah Darling
It feltlike time had stopped.
The finger pushing inside of her could not possibly be where it was, and yet itwas.
The pulsing heat in her bottom was the only thing keeping her from fighting to get away from the insistent digit burrowing deeper into her uncomfortably tight rear aperture. Even with everything he’d done to her last night, every way he’d touched her, she could never have imaginedthis. Would not have wanted to. The invasion was more than physical—she felt utterly stripped of every sense of sensibility she’d once possessed.
Part of her was screaming out to struggle, run, make him stop, but the more logical, thinking part of her mind knew there could only be one conclusion to such an endeavor. Her bottom throbbed as if in warning. She could not handle another spanking on top of the one he’d already administered. Just thinking about it made more tears surge to the backs of her eyes. The only thing she could do was clench her muscles, which was really no better than doing nothing at all. The oil he’d put on his finger made it easy for him to move slickly back and forth in the tight space, no matter how she tried to force him out. In fact, doing so only made the sensations and discomfort more intense.
Which meant she had to suffer thisindignity.
The worst part was when he began to pump his finger, making her feel every last bit of it moving in and out of her bottom, it began to feel... good.
Her muscles clenched again, but not that she was trying to keep him out, but because she could feel arousal stirring in her core. Humiliation swept through her, but that did not stop the growing feeling of emptiness in her pussy or pleasure from his finger, plundering her most private space. If anything, her embarrassment was caught up with her passion, feeding it, her body responding to the emotion the same way it did to his caresses. Which was even more mortifying.
“Stop,” she begged, unable to think of anything else to do that might help. “Please, stop.”
The dark chuckle that met her request was not promising.
“Oh no, pet. We need to get you ready for the day. Trust me, you’ll thank me tonight for preparing you.”
With those ominous words, he pulled his finger almost all the way out, then the tight ring around her entrance was forced open even further as he added a second digit. She kicked and wriggled, panting as the feeling of fullness intensified. Both fingers pushed into her, adding to her discomfort and her arousal, stretching her open in an obscene manner that took her breath away. Nothing else could possibly fit inside of there, but with the way his cock was digging into her side, she was beginning to fear he was going to make the attempt, anyway.
Ignoring her whines and small kicks, he relentlessly stretched her muscles until the ache subsided, and the second finger began to feel good, just as the first had. She did notwantit to feel good. She did not want the growing itch between her legs, the aching need to be filled, and she certainly did not want him to put anything else in...there.
When he finally pulled his fingers from her body, she sagged over his thighs with relief. Unfortunately, the needy pulse between her legs did not diminish, making her squirm.
“Is it that it?” she asked hopefully, still wary of the cock digging into her side.
“Almost.”
Something cool and slick, harder than his finger but narrower, nudged at the entrance he’d just stretched.
It only took a moment for her to realize, while it might be narrower at the tip, it expanded quickly. She yelped at the sharp pain from being stretched so unceremoniously and what felt like a popping sensation as something was shoved into the tight recesses of her bottom. Thankfully, the thing narrowed as it sank into her, so the pain did not linger, and the air whooshed from her lungs as it nestled inside of her. Something soft brushed the backs of her thighs, tickling them, but that did not concern her nearly as much as the way the intruder stayed firmly put, even as her muscles worked to push it out.
“Perfect.” Henry patted her bottom, not very hard, but she was still sore from her spanking, so even those soft taps stung a little. “Now, my little pet has a little tail.”
His meaning became clear when he slid her off his lap onto her knees, and she was finally able to look over her shoulder, craning her neck. Her bottom cheeks weren’t the only ones burning when she realized... Whatever he’d put in her bottom had a tail attached to it—a thick, soft, golden tail that almost matched hair and trailed out from between her cheeks as if she truly was some kind of exotic animal.
“Oh, no!” She started to reach, but he was too quick.
Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her toward him, her back bending back, arms spread wide, their faces mere inches apart. “You will leave your tail alone, pet. Your body is mine to do with as I please, remember?”
“What if I do not want a tail?” She whispered the question, quailing but determined.
Henry’s dark gaze studied her for a moment before he answered, tilting his head as he did so.
“There is the door, pet. You are welcome to see how far you can get.”
How far she could get without a protector in the most dangerous part of London, she’d ever been in? Delilah did not even know if she would be able to find her way out. And even if she could, where could she go? This was why she’d accepted his protection in the first place. Even if she spun a story, after a night out away from her guardian and chaperone, she would be considered damaged goods to theton.
So, if he wanted to put a tail in her bottom, there was really nothing to do but accept it.
She slumped again, and Henry’s hands gentled on her wrists, his hold sliding up her arm, one hand going to the back of her neck, the other to wrap around his cock.
“It will not be so bad, little pet, you will see. Now, open up, you’re going to make amends for your earlier disobedience.”
