Chapter 22 #2
He groaned behind her and pushed a second finger into her bottom.
Since she’d been all week without any kind of anal play, she could feel the stretch of her ring as it was pushed open, the burning friction sending waves of pleasure through her core.
She pushed back, taking him deeper, lifting her bottom higher for him to do with as he pleased.
“Naughty girl,” he muttered, twisting his fingers as he thrust them in again, lighting up all her sensitive nerve endings. Then they were gone, and a moment later, something much harder, heavier, and colder was pushing inside her tight opening.
Morgan moaned, dropping her head and panting as a cramp rippled through her stomach.
The cold glass plug was thicker than his fingers.
The ridges rubbed over her sensitive ring as it was pushed inside her, then he pulled it out a little before pushing in again, using it the same way he had his fingers.
The difference with the plug was it broadened toward the base, stretching her more with every centimeter that was inserted.
It moved inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through her, and she whined, lifting her ass higher to take more and more of it. When Asad pushed the broadest part past her aching ring, she cried out as a tremor fluttered through her. She was so full now, but her pussy clenched emptily.
“Very good girl,” he said approvingly, twisting the base back and forth, teasing her with the sensations.
Morgan moaned, her muscles tightening around the heavy plug.
Glass warmed quickly with the body, but it was heavy inside her, making her feel extra full and as if she had to clench her muscles to keep it in position.
She shuddered, and her nipples rubbed against the sheets beneath her, adding to the stimulation.
She wanted them pinched and pulled and twisted.
Her whole body was one big ache, needing more of his touch… more punishment.
“Please,” she begged, though she couldn’t quite find the words to ask for what she wanted.
“Not yet, naughty girl. First, you have to be punished for cheating on your fiancé this way.” His hand caressed her ass before he lifted it and brought it down with a hard smack.
Morgan moaned, dropping her head against the bed as he began to spank her.
He wasn’t holding back, and each hard smack was a fiery burst of pain against her skin, making her clench around the plug every time.
She whined as the heat bloomed through her cheeks, panting as he blistered her bottom with sharp, efficient slaps of his palm.
More, more, more.
“Hold still, naughty girl. I’m going to give you something to remember me by.” He moved, and she realized he was picking up the cane lying beside her. She’d almost forgotten about it. What she did remember was that she had a role to play.
“Wait! You can’t, my fiancé will see the marks!”
“Then you’ll have to think of a good excuse for him, won’t you?
Or maybe you can confess everything, and he’ll take a turn punishing you for your unfaithfulness.
” Asad chuckled, sounding for all the world like a cruel lover who didn’t care what she did once she was with her fiancé.
“Now, don’t make a sound. We don’t want anyone to hear you. ”
The cane thwacked against her warmed bottom, and Morgan clenched her jaw against her cry of pain. It did hurt, and the woman she was pretending to be would have felt it far more keenly and painfully than Morgan actually did.
“Oh, please, mercy,” she said, allowing herself a little sob to add authenticity to the moment. Did she hear him chuckle? “I can’t take another.”
“Two more, naughty girl, then I’m going to whip your naughty pussy.”
“My pussy isn’t naughty!” she protested. The protest might also delay the next fall of the cane, which heightened her anticipation.
“Of course, it is. You’re about to let a man other than your fiancé claim your ass, and your naughty pussy is soaked.
” He stroked a finger through the slick folds, and Morgan wriggled, letting out a happy sigh as he rubbed her swollen clit.
The little bud ached, her toes curling from the delightful sensation.
“Not only that, but you’ve denied me your pussy, which means it's earned extra punishment.”
None of that made logical sense, but it didn’t matter—Morgan was keen to feel the rubber strands against her sensitive lips.
“No, please, Asad, you know I can’t let you take my virginity!” she protested, trying not to giggle.
“Which is why you’ll be punished, naughty girl. Now, hold still for your caning.”
The cane lifted again and came down across her pinked buttocks with a painful explosion of force that nearly made her squeal.
She leaned on her elbows, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from making a sound.
The next blow landed on her sit spot, hard enough that she had to press her hands even harder against her mouth as she panted through the pain.
It hurt so good. Her ass clenched around the large toy. She wanted him inside her so badly, but she knew he wasn’t done yet.