Chapter 10
Hours passed, and Mara let herself cry. Not in sadness, or even pain, though her most sensitive spots ached and burned.
She cried in catharsis, releasing years of frustration at not getting what she needed.
She cried from fear, because she had willingly let Cole, a man she now called Master, put her into a literal cage…and liked it.
She wanted out. She wanted this over. But she needed him to do this. Needed him to be merciless and demanding. To master her body and mind.
She blinked in surprise when the curtain was lifted. The burning from the ginger oil had only started to fade. That meant only twenty minutes had passed, not the hours she’d fancifully imagined she’d been in there.
Cole unclipped her wrist from her ankles, then pulled her out. Her abused butt squeaked over the mats in the cage, and she blinked up at him.
Cole was kneeling, her knees held at his hips, her now softly throbbing ass against his thighs.
“I have another U word,” he murmured. “Underwater.”
“Underwater?”
Cole helped her to her feet and led her to that door he’d disappeared through several times.
This playroom had a private bath.
The aesthetics of the large bathroom matched the rest of the playroom. There was a claw-footed tub under a small gold and crystal chandelier. The large shower stall with a plethora of heads and jets was white-veined black marble. Another narrow door undoubtedly led to a toilet room.
Steam wafted along the ceiling, the shower already on.
Cole undid the leather cuffs and straps, leaving her fully bare, before slipping out of his own leather pants.
He guided her into the shower, and she moaned when the hot water hit her. This was glorious. Exactly what she wanted and needed.
Cole took a bottle of gentle soap, worked it into a lather, then carefully cleaned her nipples to remove the last of the ginger oil, though he didn’t remove the clamps. Then he washed between her legs, circling her clit with a soapy finger.
She came that way, arms braced on the wall, head bowed as water sluiced over her.
In the post-orgasm glow, he resoaked his fingers and then carefully cleaned her anus, working around the base of the plug but not removing it.
Mara blinked against the water gathered on her lashes. The clamps and plug were still in place.
The scene wasn’t done.
She was proven right when a moment later, he led her out of the shower, both of them still dripping. Cole spread two thick towels out on the marble floor, then with a quirk of his brow, and a slight nod, indicated what she was supposed to do.
Mara dropped to her hands and knees on the towels.
Her hair stuck to her neck, shoulders, and cheeks in wet ropes. She was starting to shiver until he flicked on a cleverly hidden heater in the base of the long vanity.
Cole sat naked on the floor in front of her, his cock semi-erect, and pulled over a bag. It was the same duffel bag he’d been carrying when they arrived.
“There was another U item we didn’t consider,” Cole said. “Unexpected.”
Mara lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Everything we’ve done could be considered unexpected.”
Cole grinned, eyes sparkling. “I mean unexpected like it’s unexpected to have that used as a dildo.”
Mara blinked.
“I went to the grocery store,” he added, as if that explained everything.
When he finished pulling items out of the bag, the grocery store aspect was explained.
Two large cucumbers.
A cleaned ear of corn.
A Chinese eggplant.
An old-fashioned Coke bottle.
A lemon reamer—appropriate name, given what he no doubt planned to do.
A whisk.
And a box of strawberries.
It was the box of strawberries she found the most confusing.
Cole realized where she was looking, popped the lid, and held out a strawberry to her.
“Don’t worry, they’re washed,” he said.
It seemed a little silly to worry about whether or not the fruit was washed, given everything else that had happened, but she appreciated that he’d thought of it.
Mara bit into the firm berry, licking his thumb when some juice trailed down it.
He fed her three strawberries by hand, but when he held the fourth one up, he said, “Don’t bite. Just hold it.”
Mara gripped the berry gently with her teeth and realized it was a gag. Not a harsh strapped-to-her-head gag but a gag nonetheless, because it prevented her from speaking.
Even more diabolical, she couldn’t bite down on it because she’d bite through it.
Mara met his gaze, wondering if she looked like a pig with an apple stuffed in its mouth.
Given the heat in his eyes, she didn’t think Cole thought that. He liked what he saw.
“I’m going to start with your ass,” he informed her, grabbing the thicker cucumber and ear of corn.
Mara whimpered a little, wondering if she would end up as one of those anecdotal stories ER doctors told.
If they did end up in the ER so vegetables could be extracted from her ass, she would not lie and say she slipped and fell on them in the shower.
The least she could do was admit that it was kink gone wrong.
But did she really think Cole would let that happen?
No.
He was too thoughtful and controlled. He wouldn’t allow either item to slip all the way into her.
She relaxed when he tugged on the plug, enjoying the sensation as he pulled it out.
She was sore, but not unbearably so. And when he began to finger-fuck her ass, working lube into her, she relaxed into the moment, enjoying the soft stimulation of all the nerve endings in her anus.
“Cucumber first. It’s got little bumps on it.”
Cole slowly worked the cucumber into her ass. It was just as blunt as the plug, but bigger. Mara had to drop to her elbows and breathe around the strawberry to relax enough to take it.
When it popped in, the first inch breaching her, a shiver of pleasure made her pussy clench.
Inch by inch, he worked the cucumber into her ass, occasionally pulling it partway out to add lube. It was thick, going so deep, with the little bumps on the surface occasionally stimulating the interior of her ring of muscle in just the right way.
Mara rolled her hips, working herself back on it.
“How does it feel.”
It wasn’t a question, and she couldn’t answer anyway with the strawberry in her mouth.
“Are you pretending you’re getting fucked by a regular toy? A nice safe dildo?”
He pulled it all the way out, letting her anus clench closed, then thrust it in again.
“Or are you thinking about how much of a pretty, needy slut you are, willing to take anything in your ass if it will feel good.”
She hated and loved the words. They were degrading, but in the best way. Praising her high sex drive and taunting her with just how far he could make her go.
“Take the strawberry out. I want you to tell me how this one feels.”
Mara took the tooth-marked strawberry in one hand as Cole pulled the cucumber from her ass.
The corn had a taper, making it easier to insert, but the bumpy texture…
“I can feel, oh god, I can feel every kernel as you shove it in,” she panted. “It hurts…maybe? But it feels good.”
“I’m going to fuck you with it, hard, because I want your pretty little asshole nice and sore. I’ll stop if you come, otherwise I’ll stop when I’m done playing with you.”
Cole started to fuck her with the ear of corn, adding a twisting motion to each thrust.
She pushed back, eyes squeezed shut. Each smooth little bump rubbed the tight-stretched ring of her anus.
Each time, he pulled it almost all the way out, able to thrust it in much easier than he had the cucumber due to the taper.
Pleasure rolled through her, but it wasn’t enough to orgasm from. Maybe if she hadn’t already been so sore from being fucked and plugged, or tender from the ginger oil, she might have.
Eventually it was too much, and Mara dropped her head onto her forearms, no longer rocking in time with the thrusts, but simply accepting what was done to her.
“Fuck,” Cole snarled, pulling the corn out and tossing it aside.
“On your back.”
She rolled over, putting the strawberry back in her mouth for safekeeping.
Cole shoved her legs apart, stroking his cock as he looked down at her.
With a growl, he clenched the base of his cock and took several deep breaths before reaching for the eggplant.
Chinese eggplants were narrower and longer compared to American or Italian, but they had a slight curve. This particular one wasn’t uniformly thick, but had a slight bulge at the end.
Cole rolled a condom onto the eggplant as she watched, then bent over her, one hand positioned by her ribs.
The other rubbed the end of the eggplant up and down the valley of her pussy.
Holding her gaze, Cole leaned down and sucked on her nipples, drawing blood into the clamped tips. She moaned around the strawberry.
She felt his teeth click against the metal clamp before he lifted his head.
Still holding her gaze, he started to force the eggplant into her. It was thick, but she was wet, and he worked it in, twisting his wrist to make it happen.
It was thicker than a cock, and she felt it pressing hard against her inner walls. She was stretched, full. Getting fucked with an eggplant because she was so needy that she enjoyed that.
No, she needed it.
She needed to be used. To be fucked. Cole knew how. He’d fucked her when she panicked, fucked her when they had time to spare.
He’d also abused and tormented her, put her in bondage, whipped her tits, and lashed her ass. Painted burning oil on her nipples, clit, and ass before putting her in the cage, but it was the fucking she thought about now.
How wanted, how sexually fulfilled she was with this man constantly and casually using her not as a sub but as a fuckdoll.
Cole angled his hand, and the curve of the eggplant had the thickest part, pressing up against her G-spot.
She moaned, sucking lightly on the strawberry she still held between her teeth.
“Fuck,” Cole snarled, and a second later, he ripped the eggplant out. It popped free, making pleasure zing through her, as it cleared the hard ridge of her pelvic bone.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth while I shove this into your pussy.”
She opened her eyes, expecting to see the other cucumber, but Cole held the whisk.
She stared at him with wide eyes, while his own glittered with sadistic, dominant desire.
Cole stretched out on his side, shoulders near her hip, his crotch by her face.
She didn’t wait for an order. Mara spit the strawberry out, turned her head to the side, and captured his cock between her lips.
Cole cursed, then started to work the whisk into her.
It felt odd, the longest metal loop all she could feel at first. He had to stop and rotate it so that widest loop was stretching her side to side rather than pressing against her pelvic bone.
The feeling was uncomfortably close to that of a speculum rather than a sex toy, until he got it deep enough that the other thin, smooth metal wires made contact, forcing her body open.
She whimpered around his cock, reaching down to grab his wrist, warning him to go slow.
Cole stopped, not pulling the whisk out but not forcing it any deeper.
Then he leaned in and licked her clit.
She was so sore that for a split second, she wanted to push him away. Her clit was a raw nerve ending, any touch too much.
Except, he didn’t bite or pinch, or even flick. He rubbed her clit with the flat of his warm, soft tongue. An almost comforting touch. Trying to soothe a part of her that had been so desperately abused.
The orgasm in the shower seemed far away, as fresh pleasure rose.
Mara moaned around his cock, sucking hard and inching closer to take him deeper. She wanted to choke on him.
Cole’s free hand tangled in her hair, holding her steady and preventing her from gagging on his dick. When she stopped trying to press forward, he relaxed his fist and instead kneaded her scalp.
The soft stroke of his tongue on her clit, and the comforting hand in her hair was the perfect counterpoint to the harshness that had come before.
The harshness that was still happening as her pleasure-relaxed body accepted another inch of the wire whisk.
He licked, she sucked, and pleasure swirled around them.
“Look,” he commanded, urging her mouth off his cock and supporting her neck. Mara looked down the length of her body to see only the thick metal handle of the whisk protruding from her pussy.
“All the way?”
“Yes. I can see inside this pretty pussy now. See how hot and pink and wet you are.”
Cole had been staring at her sex as he spoke, leaving her vaguely embarrassed that he could quite literally see the inside of her vagina, thanks to being spread open by the whisk.
Now, he looked at her. “You’re going to come with my cock in your mouth and a metal whisk in your pussy.”
She nodded as if it had been a question.
Then Cole rolled over on top of her, body braced on elbows and knees.
She tipped her head back to create a smooth line from mouth to throat, swallowing against the gag reflex as he pressed his cock deep, then deeper still into her mouth.
He fucked her with the whisk, not pulling it out but merely rocking it inside her.
It felt odd, almost uncomfortable, but that was part of the appeal.
She was being used and fucked in a way no vanilla person ever would be.
Even a fun kinky couple wouldn’t go to their kitchen in search of a whisk.
They’d grab a wooden spoon for a little spanking.
Cole bent his head back to her pussy, tongue returning to her clit.
What he’d said was, she’d come from having her mouth and pussy fucked, but what tipped her over the edge was his gentle tongue on her clit.
The depravity of the moment was mentally stimulating, the physicality of the kinky, unexpected fucking causing her muscles to clench, but it was his soft tongue that brought her to orgasm.
Mara screamed around his cock as pleasure swamped her, pulling her down into warm, soft waters. Her whole body arched up, managing even to lift his much heavier body as he hovered over her.
She frantically licked and sucked his cock as she came, hands no longer submissively, passively at her side, but gripping his ass, nails leaving crescent marks.
At the peak of her orgasm, he pulled the whisk out, forcing her open, making her feel the odd, unfamiliar sensation of smooth metal wires, stroking inside her as they were withdrawn.
Above her, Cole came, sucking hard on her clit as his cock jackhammered into her mouth and throat. The sucking, toward the tail end of her own orgasm, extended the pleasure.
They were caught in a feedback loop of heavy desire and weightless pleasure.
Mara knew that no future moment would ever match this one, for good or bad.
She swallowed as Cole came in her mouth, wrapping one of her legs over his head as she chased a second orgasm.
Cole grunted and kissed and sucked her to a second orgasm, shorter and sharper than the first.
Then they collapsed, Mara lying on towels while Cole lay on the cold floor beside her.