Chapter 15 Barbara
BARBARA
Even though just inches separate me from Ethan, the VR goggles and his own tech-enhanced mask prevent me from seeing any emotion on his face. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and the thought thrills me as much as it scares me.
The atmosphere he built is so realistic, I almost believed that I was being chased by a masked man through a murder lumberyard. Now he’s caught me, though, and I can’t deny my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been.
My eyes pop open when he pulls back, and it makes me wonder what he sees—the sleek black goggles, or an overlay of a face, just like I see him wearing cyberpunk clothing instead of his torn dress shirt.
“You’re letting me go?” I blurt out, confused and disappointed.
Ethan scoffs and grabs my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach before I can do more than gasp.
It’s so weird, seeing the mill’s floor, but feeling the uniform surface of whatever material the actual floor is made of.
When he pulls me up and back so my ass is in the air, I scrabble around for purchase, but find nothing to hold on to.
“Won’t be needing this anymore,” he mutters as he rips off my panties. I should start charging him for those. “Such a naughty girl. Getting wet from being chased in the dark by a masked man.”
He runs a finger over my pussy, starting at my clit in the front and moving back, gathering up my wetness. I think he’s going to lick it off again, but instead, he brings it to my ass.
“What are you… N—no!” I protest when I realize what he’s doing. “I don’t like that.” I’m not lying: I tried anal with a couple of exes, and it was always something for them to enjoy, not me.
“That’s because you haven’t played with me yet,” he replies, bringing more of my arousal to my butt and gently massaging. The feelings are… interesting.
I squirm as nerve endings I didn’t know existed before start firing off, like they’re wired straight to my womb.
“You like this, little bee?” Ethan hums from behind me, his voice still distorted by whatever modulator that glowing mask has.
“No,” I respond stubbornly.
He just chuckles—by now, he knows I’m a contrary brat. When he breaches the tight ring of muscle with a finger, entering just to the first knuckle, I twitch with surprise, almost impaling myself further.
“That’s it, firecracker,” Ethan praises.
One of his hands rubs my buttock in circular, soothing motions, the other is probing inside me, gently stretching and sparking sensations that feel forbidden.
“You’ll be my anal slut in no time. I’m going to stuff both of your holes, and you’ll be thanking me for it. ”
His words make me moan, but I cover it by saying, “You’re delusional.”
“We’ll have to see,” he says softly, pulling out his finger, and entering with two, this time not stopping until they’re both halfway in. “Breathe, Barbara.”
I don’t even know when I started holding my breath, but his words make me release it in a rush that makes him laugh.
“Bear down,” he murmurs. “Push against my fingers.” When I don’t immediately comply, he slaps my ass with the hand that was just trying to soothe me.
“Ouch! Hey!”
He speaks just loud enough that I can hear him, his voice measured, his tone menacing. “Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished. Do you want to be punished, little bee?”
“You’re insane,” I snarl. But I don’t try to pull back. He’s making me feel way too good for it to just stop.
In response, he leans over me and brings something into my line of sight. It’s a sleek black dildo, short and thin. My pussy clenches over nothing at the sight of it—what is he planning to do with that?
“Get it nice and wet, baby,” he instructs, moving the toy to my mouth.
I want to act outraged that he’d have me do something so demeaning on command like a show pet. Instead, my ovaries take control of my brain, and I open my mouth wider, letting him slip it in.
“Attagirl. The wetter it is, the easier it’ll be on you. Of course, I don’t mind using a little brute force.” Just as he finishes saying the last two words, his digits bottom out inside me, and I squeal, the sound coming out muffled because of the dildo in my mouth.
“Animal,” I try to say around the silicone, but the attempt is pathetic, and all I get in return is more laughter and a twisting of his fingers inside me.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” he admonishes.
The mix of physical stimulation, praise, and degradation has my butt wiggling against his hand. I need something, I need… more.
“Please,” I whisper as soon as he takes the dildo out of my mouth.
“Please, what, firecracker?” He keeps gently thrusting in and out of my ass even as his voice is as casual as if we were talking about the weather—nice fog you have here, Mr. Masked Man.
“I don’t know,” I admit, desperate for more stimulation.
“You want my cock splitting open your pussy, love?” he suggests mildly despite the crass words.
I’m nodding when another slap hits the side of my ass.
“Use your words, little bee. You know what I want to hear.”
“Yes,” I moan, my head drooping down in surrender. “Give me your cock, Ethan, please.”
“Such a good girl,” he purrs. “And I will, I’ll give you every inch of my cock. But first, I didn’t prepare your tight ass for nothing.”
His fingers retreat, and I feel the smooth material of the toy press against my rosebud instead. I immediately lock up.
Ethan clicks his tongue. “None of that, Barbara. Relax for me. Take this toy in your ass like the good anal slut you are.”
With a whimper, I let him breach, the toy slipping inside me inch by inch.
“There you go. That’s it. It’s all in now, baby. You should see how good your ass looks like this. Fuck,” he growls, giving my butt another light slap. This time, the sensation seems to gather around the invasion, sending spikes of lust in every direction. I moan wantonly.
“Now,” he says at the same time as I hear him lower his zipper. “Now I’m going to fuck your snatch while your ass is nicely plugged with this dildo. I’ll make you feel so good, little bee.”
As my head hangs low, I can see my pussy dripping over the floor, disappearing into the virtual sawdust. As soon as Ethan notches his cock at my entrance, I drop down to my elbows, ready to be used, ready to let him bring me the pleasure he’s promising.
“Dreamed about filling both of your holes at the same time since I first saw your ass,” he groans as he pushes in.
The stretch is out of this world. “Next time, I’m fucking your ass while your pussy is plugged with a giant dildo.
I’ll strap a butterfly toy to your clit too, and clamp those pretty nipples. ”
When he’s all the way in, I stop breathing, my brain struggling to process the fullness. Ethan leans over my back and grabs my breasts through my bra, pulling on the peaks through the thin material. He twists until I scream out, then leans back again so he can grab hold of my hips.
“I caught my prize,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Now I get to enjoy it.”
The first time he slams in, he knocks the wind out of my lungs. The second time, my eyes roll into the back of my head. By the time he finds his rhythm, I’m panting and drooling, making incoherent sounds that echo in the cyber warehouse-turned-lumberyard.
“Barbara,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips so deep, I know I’ll feel them for days. “You’re fucking mine.” He punctuates every word with a violent slam of his pelvis against my ass, pushing the dildo deeper inside me and making the tip of his cock kiss my cervix.
All I can do is take everything he gives me while something inside me coils so tight, I feel like it’ll destroy me once it snaps.
“Please, Ethan,” I moan, not knowing what it is I’m even asking for. More? Less?
He lets loose a savage growl. “My favorite fucking words, baby.”
Knowing what I need better than I do, he leans over me again and reaches under to where we’re joined, his fingers quickly finding my clit. He takes the achy nub between two fingers and starts rubbing with alternating, scissoring motions.
Fifteen seconds is all I need to reach the peak; his cock, the dildo in my ass, his fingers on my clit, the whole chase, and the atmosphere—nothing has ever felt so good.
“Ethan,” I whimper his name again, the tension inside me ready to snap.
“Fuck, yeah, Barbara. Come for me. Show me who owns you. Show me you’re mine.”
My back arches up as the orgasm rushes through me like a freight train. My muscles contract and release, making my limbs twitch, my pussy and ass clenching around both intrusions so hard it hurts. Liquid splashes onto the floor beneath us as I squirt for the second time in my life.
“Shit. You’re killing me, firecracker. Give me more.”
Ethan’s voice sounds like it’s coming from a tunnel far away, my mind flying somewhere in space where there are twinkling bursts of light and colorful nebulae.
I register that he’s still thrusting, still pinching my clit, carrying on like he didn’t just transport me to another world on the DP Express.
“Stop,” I moan weakly, trying to squirm away from the onslaught, my pussy too sensitive, begging for a break.
“I say when you get to stop coming, Barbara,” he says menacingly. “Now, I said I want more.”