Page 29 of Hunting Her
“Not with as much intensity as you do. Does this mean you’re accepting the offer?”
I open the butter wrapper and place it on the floor beside me. Then I spin so my ass faces him and brace myself on the bars, the bone rattling against the metal as I hold it. Sliding a finger through the chilled butter, I gather up some of the oil and reach back to rub it over my hole.
“You let me out of the cage, and I get a ten-minute head start and a weapon,” I repeat his terms. “We have a deal.”
I probe one finger at my hole, shivering when Brellan groans roughly. I doubt this is going to bring me the trembling pleasure that the twins gave me, but my pleasure isn’t the point. The point is winning, and this is the only way I have a chance.
The first finger slides inside me easily enough, my back arching so I can reach. I pump it a few times, the buttersmoothing the glide, before pressing another finger against the resistance.
“More butter,” Brellan commands.
He’s right, so I listen. This time I get a healthy dollop on my fingers and push some inside my hole, spreading the rest around. As it melts, I feel it slide down my lower lips and inner thighs.
The second finger isn’t as easy to push inside me. There’s a stretching sensation, but it’s not uncomfortable. I should be taking my time, dragging this out to get closer to dawn, but having him watching makes all my movements stiff. I want to get to the part where he’s an active participant, even if that means I have to take his massive cock in my underprepared hole.
When I tease the third finger at my entrance after barely pumping myself full of two, Brellan clears his throat. “It’s going to hurt if you don’t slow down.”
What does he care?
I ignore him, trying to force three fingers despite a faint burn starting up. He reaches through the bars to grab my wrist with a growl. “I won’t honour the bargain if you hurt yourself.”
Looking over my shoulder, I glare. “I’d rather get the degrading part over with.”
He moves my hand until my fingers slide free, and I’m empty once again. Then he scoops some butter up himself and slams one finger as far as it’ll go inside me. I jerk forward, letting out a stilted moan.
“I’ll do this part, then. Properly. But you lost five minutes off your head start.”
“You can’t fucking do that!”
“I just did.”
Brellan finger fucks my ass with more force than I was, but somehow instead of being more uncomfortable, there’s a curl ofpleasure building in my core. My indignation is lost to my groans and whines as he works me open, one thick finger at a time.
Lost time or not, this is a thousand times better than when I was doing it to myself. He scissors his fingers to open my hole gradually before adding the next, until he’s three deep and their girth can’t be much less than the thick head of the fake bone. Tension holds tight in my core, the stimulation of my ass not enough to bring me to a peak but more than enough to make me want one.
Switching the bone to my other hand, I reach down with my clean, butter free digits to swirl my fingers around my clit.
“Damek was right about you being our perfect queen. No hesitation in taking what you want.”
My cheeks heat. In the flickering candlelight, I can just barely see precum glistening on the tip of Brellan’s rock hard cock. He’s groaning along with the slick sounds of his fingers in my ass like he’s struggling not to come from prepping me. By the time our bargain is complete, we’ll both have gotten what we want.
His fingers pounding into my ass have me shouting my release in no time. Every inch of me convulses. When he sets me free I’m going to be downright wrecked from the pleasure.
I’m still going to have to stumble from this haunted house and run, because the game won’t be over.
I don’t know if my legs will work well enough to save me.
“So fucking beautiful when you come, my queen,” Brellan breathes. He removes his fingers, and I whine at the loss. “You’re ready for the bone.”
I want to ask to skip the bone and go straight to his cock. The inanimate object doesn’t appeal to me at all—but I’m still pretending his cock doesn’t appeal to me either, so I don’t say a word. I drag the tip of the bone through the messy, melting stick of butter and bring it back to rub against my hole.
It’s awkward to position it right in the confined space of the cage, but Brellan helps. When the thick head of the bone pushes inside me, I whine. My ass clenches down on the intrusion, making it hard to slide it deeper inside.
I startle when the loud clank of Brellan snapping the padlock and tossing it to the ground rings out. The cage door creaks as it opens and bangs on the bars from the force of his pull.
Reaching both hands into the cage, he grabs my hips and hauls me back until my front half is still through the door, but my ass and legs aren’t contained anymore. I have to brace myself on my hands so my face doesn’t smash down onto the metal floor. He catches the bone as my tight hole tries to force it back out.
“You take it so well,” he praises.
