Page 15 of Captured Pawn
“Oh! No! You can’t!” I screamed as I felt the cold hard end of what I prayed was the smallest glass plug as it brushed against my private pucker.
“Oh, baby, I can, and I will. Now take your punishment.”
The humiliation of having a man—and not just any man, but Nick Fucking Knight—looking at and touching my most private body part was a thousand times worse than the spanking. For a moment, I prayed the earth would open up and swallow me whole, just so I’d never have to look the man in the face ever again.
I did my best to buck my hips and get away, but he was too strong. The harder I wiggled, the more he pressed the tip of the plug against my hole until I felt the sting of my anus stretching.
“Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“Excellent. Punishments are supposed to hurt.”
Shit.
For what seemed like hours but was probably more like a minute or two, he taunted me with that damn glass, pushing it in enough to make it hurt before pulling it out for a brief respite. It was as the previously cool lube he’d applied started to really warm up that he decided to take things to the next level.
One minute I’d exhaled with relief that the assault had ended, and the next, he shoved the whole damn thing deep inside me in one hard push.
My scream had to have woken up the whole house when the flash of sharp pain hit me just as the plug was seated to the hilt.
“Take it out! Take it out!” I shouted, but the only response I got was Nick’s hands palming my warm butt cheeks. From his position, I knew he was sitting there, inches away from my ass, admiring all of his handy torture work.
A wave of shame and embarrassment made me want to bury my head under the pillow when I realized he also had a front row seat to view how wet my pussy had become. The sting of tears was back, only this time I was pretty sure they were tears of humiliation, not grief, at how my traitorous body had responded to his heavy-handed ways.
Only the increasing heat in my ass could take my mind off the growing pulsing of my pussy. “Something’s wrong. It burns.” I heard the panic in my own voice.
“That means everything is just right.”
“I don’t understand. I’ve never had anything… I mean no one has ever…”
“Ah, perfect. An anal virgin. All the better.”
Better for who?
“I mean it, Nick. Something is wrong. It hurts!”
“Naughty girls get plugged with heat cream for lube. Don’t worry, it’ll start to cool down in an hour or so.”
“An hour! Are you fucking crazy?”
“No, maybe a bit devious, and definitely kinky, but crazy? No.”
The man was insane, and yet when I felt the whisper of a touch of his fingers through my sopping pussy, I had to bite my tongue to keep from begging him to touch me there. For one minute, I was the crazy one, contemplating how wonderful it would feel to have him use those fingers of his in my other body parts.
“Christ, you’re so wet,” he groaned as he slipped his fingers higher, sliding through my folds.
I buried my face in the mattress. I knew my cheeks were painted as red with humiliation as my ass was from the spanking. Despite my embarrassment at my body’s reaction to his obscene attention, I bit my tongue when his touch grew bolder. The weight of his body on my legs was the only thing keeping me from pushing up to my knees in hopes of giving him better access.
“Oh, God!” I called out as he grazed my throbbing clit. He’d lit my body on fire with the pain of the spanking, but now he was stoking that fire higher with the most exquisite pleasure. But his touch was too light. I needed more.
His chuckle above me told me he knew my dilemma.
I felt him leaning down just before his low voice spoke against the shell of my ear. “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight. I’m not sure you’ve earned an orgasm, but it sure seems like that’s what your body is asking for.”
If I had a shred of my normal confidence left, I’d tell him to fuck off, but nothing since Matty’s accident had felt normal. I’d been on an emotional rollercoaster of ups and downs for days, and right now, his roaming fingers were taking me higher and higher.
The burn inside my bottom grew hotter as Nick flamed my unexpected desire with his talented fingers. Within seconds he had me breathless, on the brink of a cliff I desperately wanted to fall over.
Nick’s command, “Come for me,” coincided with him pinching my clit hard enough to drag an obscene groan from the depths of my soul. White spots burst behind my eyes just as he used his other hand to press against the anal plug shoved in my virginal ass. The combination was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, leaving me breathless and limp.
