Page 74 of Troublemaker
“This is going to hurt a hell of a lot worse, little troublemaker,” I warned as I brought the little nipple clamps to her chest, fixing one on, then the other. They had little bells that rang as she moved and shrieked at the shock of pain.
“Shhh,” I crooned to her. “Shh. I know it hurts but you can handle it. I know you can. The pain will settle.”
She sighed, and so did I, stroking her areolas, listening to her tits as they jingled as delightfully as her laugh.
Kissing my way down her body, I focused on her inner thighs, biting both, but ignoring her wet pussy. I was pretty damn heroic for being able to manage that, especially because I could smell her, sunshine and sex and pussy. She was everything I’d ever wanted and never dreamed I could have.
And then I opened the bottle of lube.
Lucy’s eyes got big and she tried to say something, muffled by the rubber dick in her mouth.
I paused, scanning her to make sure she wasn’t saying no.
“Okay?” I asked tenderly. “I’m not going to fuck that gorgeous ass—yet—but I want to fill you up there, too. It will feel good, I promise.”
It would feel good for me too, with a vibrating plug in her ass and my cock in her pussy. My dick jerked in my pants in anticipation.
A small nod.
Good.
Flicking open the top of the bottle, I squeezed a liberal amount onto my fingers, slowly rimming her asshole with them. She writhed.
“Oh, sweetheart, shhh…I’m just getting started,” I promised, before pushing one finger inside her tight, tiny little hole, just up to the knuckle.
She jerked, and I shushed her, soothing her as I slowly worked one finger in and out, marveling at the way she clamped on me, the heat there.
“Almost makes me want to fuck your ass today instead,” I growled to myself, setting off a litany of muffled mewls. “No, no, don’t worry, little troublemaker. I have at least that much control.”
For now.
But I kept that to myself.
Instead, I withdrew my finger, applying more lube, and then pushed two fingers in slowly but inexorably until they were deep inside, then scissoring them. With my free hand, I traced small circles on her inner thighs. Lucy trembled, clenching, and moaned around the gag.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re being such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”
She nodded, eyes on mine, heating my whole body with her trust and submission.
Pulling them free, I lubed up the vibrating plug, then pushed it in, watching the way her gorgeous ass swallowed it up, all the way to the base.
I tapped the end of it, and she jumped.
Just to be a dick, I tapped the end of it again.
She jumped again.
“That feel good, sweetheart? You’re about to feel much, much, better.”
Bending down, I captured her little clit in my mouth, licking circles around it to coax it out from behind its hood. Lucy’s little clit was a good girl—better behaved than the person she belonged to—because it only took a few circles with my tongue until she was out in the open…and vulnerable.
“Perfect,” I said, meaning so much more than her hard clit, as I picked up the little flower toy.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked conversationally.
She nodded, looking like her heart was in her throat.
God, I wanted my cock to be in her throat. But there would be time for that later.
