Chapter 11 #2
Besides that, he placed a pitcher of water and a glass. On the other side of the glass, he lay down a long thick—Marigold’s eyes widened and she struggled to sit up.
“Stay.”
She hated when he spoke to her like an animal. “That’s not going inside of me.”
“Incorrect. All of this is going inside of you.” He filled a glass of water and stood before her at the bolster. “Head up.”
Her shoulders were weak from tensing. He pressed the glass to her lips and tipped it so water rushed into her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her nipples hardened at the cold drops and she moaned in distress.
“Swallow all of it. I want you fully watered when I get you nice and wet.”
He held the back of her head and forced her to drink the entire glass. She gasped for breath when he finally stepped away.
Eyes wide, she watched as he lifted the ornate bottle and pumped several drops of what she assumed was oil into his hand. He then reached for the knotted plastic rope and rounded the bolster. She instinctively tried to follow him with her eyes, but he shoved her back down.
“Time to hold your ass open again.” Cold oil drizzled down her spine as he massaged it between her crack. “Nice and wide, so I can see.”
Her palms tingled from the whip, which made her grip clumsy, but she tried to work with him, believing what he’d said earlier about staying relaxed.
His finger found her tight hole and pressed.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
He paused, but left his finger partially penetrating the tight muscle. It was enough to scramble her thoughts. “Do you want me to stop?”
Stop meant home. “I…” Shit. Shit! Panic welled inside of her, but she couldn’t back out now. She just needed a moment to mentally prepare for what he planned to do. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He chuckled. “Gotta love a virgin ass. You won’t be able to claim the same tomorrow.” His thumb pressed all the way in and she screamed.
He held it there, waiting for her to accept the intrusion and figure out that screaming only made things worse.
“That’s better,” he said when she silenced.
A fevered sweat broke out over her skin and her breasts stuck to the damp leather of the bolster as she panted. Heat trailed up her spine as he stepped closer.
Still hard as a rock, he bent over her and whispered, “Soon, it’ll be my cock in your ass.”
She closed her eyes in shame, knowing he spoke the truth.
He pulled his thumb back ever so slightly, only to wedge it back in again. “Very good. I think you like having your ass filled.”
She didn’t. It was awkward and mind scrambling and overwhelming in a way regular sex simply was not. As soon as he withdrew his thumb she gasped in relief. Pressing her cheek to the cool leather, she caught her breath.
He returned to the table, then moved behind her again.
“Please…”
“Ah, yes, such a pretty beggar. Give me a ‘pretty please, Stone’, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
She doubted that, but she was desperate. “Pretty please, Stone.”
“Now, that wasn’t convincing at all.” He chuckled and drizzled more oil down her crack. Ensuring her hands had a tight grip on her ass, he aligned the first bead of the plastic rope with her ass and pushed. “Just a little ball.”
She was instantly aware of the intrusion and certain it was only going to get worse.
“Take a breath.”
She did and he used that moment to push the next bead inside of her. She stared forward with wide eyes, no longer able to keep her head in a resting position.
“Remember what I said about relaxing.”
“I can’t.”
“Your call.”
As if any of this was her call. Another bead sank into her and she groaned through gritted teeth.
“It’s getting tight now, isn’t it?”
“Now? It’s been—ah! Mother fucker!”
He chuckled, the sound dark and excited. “Just a few more.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“No, I—Ahhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Get it out! Get it out!”
“Hush,” he stopped, cupping her jaw and angling her head back, so his mouth pressed close to her ear. “Breathe. It’s for your own good.”
She was delirious. Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I can’t.”
“You can. You need this.”
“Why?”
“Because.” His grip gentled, sliding loosely to her throat.
His warm breath teased her cheek, which was damp from tears she didn’t recall shedding.
“There are three of us, Marigold. What did you think we meant when we said you were ours? Did you think we would always take turns? Some of us aren’t good at waiting. ”
“Please, Stone,” she pleaded. “It’s too much.”
“It’s barely anything. Calm your mind. Don’t let the panic overtake you. Stay in control of your emotions. Don’t let them control you.”
She whimpered but he was right. If she calmed down and pushed away the fear, it wasn’t so bad.
“Beautiful. See how well things work out for you when you take my orders?”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t blame you. If not for this, you would have found a reason eventually.” The moment he touched the beaded cord, she felt a slight juddering movement throughout her entire body. “Deep breath.”
She inhaled, and the next bead nearly stole her vision. Sweat beaded at her temple as he moved quickly, pressing the last three beads inside of her.
A strange hum broke the silence, and it took her a moment to realize that incoherent muttering was coming from her.
Stone had come to stand in front of her again.
He stroked the damp hair from her temple and pressed a kiss to her head, his voice a low rasp as he whispered into her ear, “I can only imagine what they’re thinking as they watch you submit so beautifully.
They’re probably hard as granite and jealous as hell that I got to you first. I wonder if they’ll be able to stay away. ”
A whimper of distress left her throat, but she was too distracted by the overwhelming intrusion to form words.
“There, there, little thief. It won’t stay this way for long. I only wanted to show you what you could handle. Do you want it out?”
She nodded.
“Say please, Stone.”
“Please, Stone.”
“Very well.” He moved behind her and gently repositioned her hands into a resting position on the bolster.
This made the beads a little more tolerable.
“I think this one’s too big.” He pulled and she felt immediate relief.
But there were still several inches inside of her.
“Oh, no. I think I’ve taken too much. That one’s too small now that I’ve stretched you. ”
“Fucker!” Her objection turned into a guttural moan as he inserted more beads inside of her. Then he started to tug gently, not removing the rope, but stirring all sorts of sensations.
“Ah, I think that one is just right.” His free hand reached between her legs with clinical precision, and he penetrated her with one long finger. “Feel that, Goldilocks? You’re all wet with honey, and this big bear loves honey.”
The pain had moved into something else, something she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t a pleasure, but it also wasn’t anything she was in a rush to stop.
“That’s it. Give over to the sensations.
Your body belongs to us, now. No need to think or rationalize or waste a single breath on shame.
Just feel.” He breached her pussy with another finger.
“So tight.” He twisted his fingers and tickled her taint.
“That’s the beads. Imagine what it will feel like to have two cocks inside of you like this. ”
Her body shivered beneath his touch as he adjusted the beads again, now moving in tandem with his fingers. She was on the precipice of something wicked. Something earth-shattering.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. Let my brothers hear what a good little slut you are for your masters.”
Part of her wished she had the strength and cleverness to bite him, but what he was doing to her felt too good. She needed the reward. So close. Just a second longer and she would—
His touch disappeared.
“You fucker!”
He laughed at her fury. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
“I was right there?”
“No. You were on the cusp of something underwhelming and passing. I plan to give you much, much more.” He refilled the glass of water and brought it to her lips. “Drink.”
This time, she welcomed the cool water. Her throat still hurt from Hunter, and her mouth was dry from moaning. She swallowed down every drop.
“Good girl.” She watched as he placed the beads back on the table and collected the oil and the small diamond knob. “This should be cake, now that we’ve proven what you can take.”
She had to agree with him.
“Head down.”
She obeyed without objection. She even held her cheeks open so he could insert it quickly, grunting as he pressed the plug all the way in. It only reached the length of maybe two of the smaller beads on the rope, so she adjusted quickly.
“What a fast learner you are. Time to move.” He lifted her off the bolster before she was ready, making her that much more aware of the plug. He set her down on the mattress, dressed in only a satin sheet. “Down on all fours.”
She looked back at him in question. What was going to happen once she got down there?
“Should I get the crop?”
“No.” She moved into position. A sharp and sudden buzzing disrupted the silence.
He kneeled behind her upturned ass—still hard as a rock but no longer wearing pants—and tapped the enormous black, silicone vibrator to her clit. She sucked in a breath and leaned into him with a moan.
“Greedy little slut. Not yet.” He moved in front of her, his engorged cock heavy and hard.
He stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Just like Hunter, he had the mark of a bear on his back, right shoulder.
“Relaxing time is over. Unless you want to stop.” Her eyes widened as he kneeled before her. “No? Good. Open wide.”
She looked up at him, but he gave her no chance to object. His fingers knotted in her hair, and the second her lips parted he was shoving into her mouth. She let out a muffled moan, not used to the position or anything quite his size.