Page 15 of Spicing It Up

“Well, I’ve told you now so it’s up to you.” He removed his finger.

Cassandra felt something else there—the ginger this time—pressed right at the center of her hole.

She reached for the sides of the table and clung on. A layer of sweat spread across her brow, and she reckoned her underarms were a little damp too.

Sir kept her right buttock pulled outward, as though giving himself a better view as he eased the ginger in.

Cassandra blew out a long, low breath. It was fine, barely any heat to it. No worse than using stimulating lube on a plug.

“That’s it, open up, take it all,” he said, easing the wet ginger farther into her.

“Mmm… Yes…” she said, enjoying the filling and his attention. “Yes...”

“The burn will build,” he said.

“Okay.” She could handle this fine, it had to be nearly in now, her rim was stretched…

Her rim was…?On fucking fire.

“Oh, Jesus,” she said, squirming. “Bloody hell…”

“It’s okay,” he said, pressing it in some more.

Her ass was scorching hot, and the temperature was mounting, not just her hole but inside. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. White fingers of electricity were splintering through her.

“Oh, oh, Sir…” she said, shifting to look at the opposite wall. Would she be able to handle this?

“It’s in, good girl.”?He stood, came to her head and gently stroked her hair. “Cass, look at me.”

She was panting. It was as if real flames were licking over her ass,inher ass. “Oh, God.”

“It will build and build, for about two minutes, then stay intense for five. Then it will fade.”

“I don’t know if…” She shifted her feet, raised her hips off the table then set them down.

Perhaps she could dislodge the damn thing.

“What? You don’t know what?” He kissed the tip of her nose. The touch so soft in comparison to the powerful sensations she was experiencing down below.

“If I can take it…Oh…”

“Of course you can, turn the heat to pleasure. Capture it the way you do pain.”

“It is pain… Sir…” She sucked in a breath and stared at him. “It is pain.”

“It’s good pain, pain you crave.”

“Ohh…” She rubbed her mound onto the table, stimulating her clit. That would be a way of handling the intensity that had her safeword forming in her mouth.

“Stick with it.” His voice was stern. “I’ll help you.”

“I need to come.”

“You will, soon.” He straightened and pulled in a deep breath that expanded his chest. “Soon enough.”

He pressed his hand into the small of her back, pinning her to the table and stopping her from thrusting her hips up and down. “But first this.”

Athwackrained down on Cassandra’s right buttock.

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