Chapter 2
The oil is hot against my skin and I moan as he pinches my nipples, rubbing the little nubs with his slick fingers.
The sensation shoots straight to my pussy.
The guilt of finding pleasure at another man's hands, never far away on these little tasks my Master sent me on, trickles through my brain, but it’s not enough to quell the desire that has already flooded my system.
Knowing that my Master wants me to do this never quite makes the guilt go away, but if I'm honest, I think my Master likes it that way.
He likes knowing that I was letting this man put his hands on my breasts for him, that it wasn't about who was touching me, but about what I was willing to do for my master.
But that doesn’t stop it from feeling so, so incredibly good.
"Mmm, so responsive," Dr. Derrick murmurs, coming around to the side of the table.
The change in movement pushes the sheet down so that my breasts are bared to him, the creamy mounds slightly flattened on my chest, my strawberry nipples standing tall and proud between his fingers. "Sean is a lucky man."
I whimper at hearing my Master's name. Sometimes the men will reference him, sometimes they don’t, but it always turns me on when they do. Makes it feel like he is more present somehow. Master will be pleased too; he always likes it when the men he sends me to express envy.
Dr. Derrick plucks and massages my breasts and nipples with the same focus he'd used when massaging my body. My legs rub together, trying to press friction against my pussy lips, and then they fall open, hoping to tempt him, before eventually pressing together again while he focuses on my chest. I’m breathing in soft, short pants, trying to keep my own reactions under control.
My guilt over the pleasure is bad enough; I can’t imagine how much worse it would be if I actually begged for it.
But I do arch my back, pushing my breasts up into his big hands, begging for more with my body even if I can’t bring myself to verbalize it.
I know that Master will be further aroused when I tell him how I'd been unable to control my physical reaction even as he punishes me for it.
Just when I think I might have to bite through my lower lip to keep from begging Derrick to touch my drenched and needy pussy, he suddenly lets go of my breasts and pulls the edge of the sheet down and off of me, baring me completely.
My breasts are swollen and throbbing, the nipples a dark pink from being so well attended, the mounds slick with the oil that he'd used. Between my legs, my pussy lips feel like they’re so puffy that my legs can’t close completely.
I wouldn't be surprised if my cream is dripping onto the sheets beneath me.
Walking to the foot of the massage table, Derrick leans over me, grasping my hips and swiftly pulling me down so that I have to lift my legs in the air or be uncomfortable with how far they drape off of the table.
The movement is sudden and shocking, but does nothing to lift the erotic languor that has settled over me.
My muscles are still weak, and it’s only Derrick's hands sliding up and down the backs of my thighs that helps me find a new position that’s easy to hold.
My knees are bent, my heels over my butt, basically spreading open my pussy for his inspection.
The base of the plug winks at him between my butt cheeks.
"Such a pretty sight," he murmurs, tapping the plug with his finger and making me whine with need as my little hole clenches around the bulb. I feel like I’m about to go up in flames I’m so hot.
But when he sits down on a chair that had been positioned there, placing my legs over his shoulders, his hot breath on my pussy, I realize what he means to do.
"Oh, no please, Sir!" I cry out, trying to cover my pussy with my hand. My fingers meet sticky wetness before he grabs my wrists and pulls them aside, one in each of his hands, leaving me pinned to the table.
"What's wrong, Abby?”
"I, I don't have permission to come, Sir," I say, pleading for him to understand.
Oh he understood all right. A cruel smile slides over his face. "So I've been told, beautiful. But this pretty pussy looks too delicious not to taste, so you'll just have to do your best, won't you?"
I can tell by the tone of his voice that he doesn’t expect me to be able to hold out and he’s looking forward to that.
Then his voice drops even deeper. "I'm sure Sean won't mind punishing you for being a naughty girl."
A shudder runs through my body at the thought.
I know, in that moment, that he’s imagining me being punished and liking the idea.
Will he go home tonight and think about what my Master's response to my massage this afternoon will be?
Will he fist his cock and get off thinking about the woman he'd played with during the afternoon, the woman he'd sent home to be punished?
All of those thoughts fly out of my head as his tongue dips between the folds of my pussy, licking up my center all the way to my swollen clit and nearly making me levitate off the table at the hot flash of pleasure that cuts through me in response.
I cry out as he begins to lap and suck at my pussy lips, making me writhe with passionate need as I try to force back the rising ecstasy.
He lets go of my wrists and folds his arms over my lower stomach, holding my hips in place as he feasts on my pussy, ignoring my cries and pleas as I beg him to slow down or stop.
The only thing that would halt him is a safeword, and safewording because I can’t control my own orgasm isn't legitimate. I don’t even want to imagine the punishment Master would implement if I tried something like that.
My fingers tangle in his hair and I don't know if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer.
The heavy arms across my lower body only turn me on more, because there’s no way for me to wriggle away from him.
It isn't bondage but it’s just as effective.
I squirm, my anus clenching around the plug, which only increases my pleasure as his tongue slides in and out of my pussy, licking its way up to my clit and playing with the sensitive bud before sliding away again.
My breath hitches in my chest as I strain, trying to pull my sensitive flesh away from Derrick's relentless tongue as my pleasure crests.
Tears slide from my eyes when he sucks my clit into his mouth so hard I come.
I can't hold back the orgasm, and my attempt to only makes it stronger. I also can’t hold back the guilt that another man had brought me to pleasure, as well as my disappointment in myself for not following my Master's orders.
Along with that comes the knowledge that Master will enjoy punishing me for disobedience and that sends me rolling on another wave of ecstasy.
My chest heaves, my lungs sucking in air as I slowly come down from the pleasure high.
Derrick takes a few last licks of my pussy before standing up.
His cock is pressing against the front of his slacks, eager to be released.
I barely pay attention as he undoes the front of his pants, too busy trying to gather my wayward thoughts, trying to remember everything I will need to tell Master.
I blink as I look down my body at him. My ankles are up on his shoulders, and although he’s still wearing his shirt, he'd dropped his pants. His cock bobs between us, long and thick, with a slightly curved shaft that will probably hit my g-spot with every thrust.
I’m caught between arousal and guilt as the sight sends a spurt of excitement through me. I’m about to take yet another man's cock inside me, for the pleasure of my Master.
His eyes partially lidded, Derrick smiles as he presses the head of his cock against my heated pussy, rubbing it up and down my slit and covering the tip with my wetness.
I whimper and wriggle as it passes over my swollen clit.
The tiny organ is twice as sensitive after an orgasm—with me, one orgasm almost always leads to another.
The fact that I'd already come once does not bode well for me.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans as his cock slides into my wet sheath.
I shudder as he fills me, the plug in my ass making his passage even more difficult despite the copious amount of lubrication my arousal provides.
His hands tighten on my hips, pulling my ass just off the edge of the table as his cock bottoms out and his body presses against my pussy lips and clit.
Another new cock inside of me, filling me, pleasuring me.
His eyes flare with heat as he looks down at me. "Play with your nipples, Abby. I want to see you rolling them between your fingers, pinching and tugging on them while I fuck you."
His words turn me on. So does cupping my own breasts and following his instructions.
My nipples are still sensitive from earlier and I pinch them and tug on them, just like he'd ordered, as he begins to thrust in and out of my pussy. He’s taking his time with long, slow thrusts that end with him grinding against my sensitive pussy lips and clit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he watches himself fuck me.
I had been right about the curve in his cock too.
It has my hips lifting as it rubs over my g-spot, making me gasp and struggle against the pleasure that is beginning to fill me again.
With every thrust, my ass spasms around the plug, the little nerve endings sparking and sizzling as it jostles inside of me making me feel fuller than ever.