Page 79 of Bottoms Up
By the time the quart was gone, Atlas was sweating through his chest straps.
His jaw stayed tight, teeth clenched, every muscle trembling under the strain of restraint and fullness.
I looked at the time and crooked a finger at Silver.
She walked toward me slowly — not hesitant, exactly, but wary. Her cock twitched once, mostly-hard from watching, but her expression was pinched.
I cupped her ass. Kissed her jaw.
“Your turn,” I said.
Her eyes went wide.
“Wait, I thought it wasafter. Notwhile.”
“Yes, after each of his, you get my attention while he suffers. Bulb first.” I kissed her cheek. “It won’t be terrible. But if you release before I say you can…” I lifted her chin with two fingers, eyes locked on hers. “I’ll lube your hole with pepper oil next time, to make way for the nozzle.”
She swallowed hard. Said nothing.
“Onto the table. Left side,stellina.”
My little star.
She climbed onto the padded bench and curled onto her left side, ass angled toward me, legs bent just enough. I lubed the bulb — thick, slippery, warm — and slid it into her hole.
The first squeeze made her hiss. Her body wanted to push it out reflexively, muscles clenching against the invasion. I pressed a hand against her low back to still her. “Take it,” I ordered. And she did.
The bulb came out. Back into the water. Back into her ass.
I didn’t rush.
Four trips into the water. Four squeezes total. A little over half a quart.
Her body tensed more with each one.
“Hold it,” I said. “Ten minutes.”
She clenched her teeth. “I can’t last that long, Sir!”
“Then your asshole will burn,mon trésor.”
She glared at me. I smiled.
Atlas whimpered behind me — not words, just an escaped sound.Good.
Time passed slowly.
At four minutes, Silver shifted. At five, she whined and moaned, bit her lip hard enough to leave an imprint.
Her cock twitched involuntarily, caught in the feedback loop of pain and humiliation. There was no pleasure in it — just nerves and obedience. She wasn’t enjoying this even a tiny bit, but she was surrendering to it.For me.
At seven minutes, she broke.
“Please, Sir! Please can I go to the bathroom? Please?”
“No.”
Her breathing picked up. Her thighs trembled. “Oh, God! I can’t hold it! Please!”
