When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(101)
Held secure by Lucien.
He came toward her, his cock and balls swaying slightly between his thighs as he stalked. Her gaze flicked nervously to the largest plug in his hand. Her breath started to come choppily as Lucien moved behind her. She moaned as he removed the plug in her ass. She clenched her eyelids shut and clamped her jaw a moment later when he inserted the new lubricated butt plug. It hurt a little going in, but once it was fully inserted her ass throbbed around the rubber intruder.
She should have been humiliated, bending over with a large plug in her ass and wearing a corset with reins that Lucien would use to control her. Instead, she was almost overwhelmingly aroused. It grew worse when Lucien came next to her and picked up the crop from the bed. Her arousal was so acute, she looked away from his stare. His hand caught her chin, preventing her avoidance.
“There is no shame in submission,” he reminded her softly. “Only pleasure. And trust. And a desire to please.”
“I do want to please you.”
“I know you do. Even if you doubt. And that pleases me more than anything.”
She bit her lower lip, the anticipation cutting at her, as he walked behind her.
“Step up on the box,” he said, scooting the smooth shoe-polish box near her feet. She shifted and stepped onto the box, still leaning against the horizontal rail at the foot of the bed, putting her body at a more hospitable angle for Lucien to penetrate her.
He impaled her * with his cock in one long, forceful stroke. She shrieked at the burst of pressure and pleasure. She was filled to the brim—overfilled—with the plug in her ass and Lucien plunged to the hilt in her vagina. He caressed a buttock as if to soothe her, even as he immediately began f*cking her demandingly, his pelvis and balls slapping against her ass. The dual combination of pressure in her ass and * was almost too much for her to bear. And he wasn’t being gentle. He drove into her again and again, and Elise strove to keep herself steady for his onslaught.
“You’re so hot,” he grated out, and she gloried at the thick lust in his tone. He withdrew almost entirely, only the bulbous head of his cock submerged in her, and flicked the side of her ass with the crop.
“Ooh,” she squealed, and bucked her hips, sinking her * down over his rigid length and bobbing eagerly. He popped her ass harder for that with the leather slapper and gripped her hips in his powerful hold.
“I ride you,” he reminded her, his tone a strange mixture of harsh arousal and fond amusement.
“Yes. Yes, all right,” she conceded in a muffled voice.
This time, he gathered the reins in one hand. It was shockingly exciting, to have him control her movements with the taut reins as he f*cked her, pulling back on her body until it smacked against his pelvis in a heady, naughty rhythm she loved and responded to wholeheartedly. Her nipples throbbed as her breasts bounced from his forceful thrusts. Her ass tightened around the plug, sending a dark thrill through her. As his pace increased, he popped her bottom with the crop, urging her on . . .
Oh yes. She was made to ride free . . . but she was also made to submit to this man. This man.
She heard Lucien’s blistering curse a moment later as she shuddered in orgasm. She howled in protest when he jerked his cock out of her body.
“Irrepressible,” he muttered thickly as he pulled the butt plug out of her and she yelped at the interruption of her orgasm. She squeaked in surprise when he landed the crop several times on her ass and thighs. “I didn’t give you permission to come,” he said starkly.
“I couldn’t help it,” she moaned as he continued to swat her bottom and upper thighs, making her skin sting and smart.
He tossed the crop onto the bed. Her eyes widened when she felt him spread back her ass cheeks and present his lubricated, hard-as-steel cock to her ass a moment later. “How would you feel if I was continually telling you I couldn’t control it, that I couldn’t help myself?” he asked her darkly.
“I . . . I wouldn’t mind,” she replied defiantly. “I could take it.”
He pushed his cock into her ass and she squealed.
“You’re such a little fool if you think that,” he said before he firmed his hold on her hips and slowly penetrated her.
* * *
It was the purest, most distilled version of sexual torture he could ever imagine, let alone endure. Her ass was on fire, magnifying the burn in his blood and brain and balls, making him feel like he’d melt like candle wax from unadulterated lust.
It was difficult going. Even with all the preparation he’d given her, her ass resisted him. He spanked her bottom gently, but his tone was rough with arousal.
“Push back on me. It will help,” he demanded.
She did it, and of course, being Elise, she didn’t do it halfway. She plunged her bottom backward, making both of them groan in agony. Lucien knew enough, however, to recognize that her moan was not of the sexual variety.
“Are you all right?” he grated out. Holding still with half his cock submerged in her clamping channel was like telling himself not to draw air with deflated lungs.
“Yes,” he heard her moan. “It hurt for a moment, but no more.”
“Stay still this time, then.”
He slowly began to pump back and forth a scarce inch in and out of her while she moaned. When she began to bob her ass against him, he swatted her ass.
“Stay still, you little minx.” He reached around her and found her clit, rubbing the slick flesh strenuously. With his other hand, he kept her hip immobile and pushed his cock farther into her.