Chapter 35 #2
“Good.” He goes over to the tree on my left, pulling on the rope until he has my arm stretched out straight.
He repeats the process with my other arm, and then does my feet, forcing me to widen my stance until I’m stretched taut in an X shape.
Coming back to me, he brushes my hair behind my shoulders. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” I tell him, ready to jump out of my skin with nerves and excitement.
It’s in this moment that I realize I trust him. I trust that what he’s going to do next won’t hurt me. At least, not in any way that I don’t want it to.
Blake grabs the backpack he dropped and opens it, pulling out some kind of strap that I can’t quite see from here.
“What’s that?” I ask, my clit already throbbing with anticipation.
He approaches, holding the item in front of my face. “A gag.”
“A gag? Why the hell do you need a gag?” I may be down for some spanking and restraints, but he is out of his damn mind if he thinks I’ll enjoy being gagged.
His lips tip up in a sexy half smile. “Because the only sounds I want coming out of your mouth tonight are you moaning and drooling.”
“I don’t know…” I protest weakly, even as my stomach erupts with butterflies and a chill breaks out across my flesh.
“Trust me,” he says, leaning in and giving me a soft kiss, his tongue briefly licking out and dancing with my own.
I give him a small nod, and he brings the gag to my mouth, making sure it fits comfortably behind my teeth, then secures the strap at the back of my head. The gag itself is open in the center, like a donut, and it makes me relax a little, knowing he at least isn’t going to suffocate me.
He double checks all my cuffs, and when he’s satisfied with everything, pulls a knife from his back pocket. “Look at you,” he murmurs, opening the blade and dragging the dull edge down my collarbone. “Strung up here for me to use like a filthy fucking whore.”
I moan at his dirty words, and he trails the blade to my chest, dragging it between my breasts and pushing just enough to leave faint red marks across my skin without breaking the surface or hurting me.
I can’t help but whimper, the threat of the blade drawing sparks across my skin.
Saliva starts to pool in my mouth, but I can’t swallow it with the gag in place.
Blake pulls the blade away from my skin and grabs the hem of my dress, using the knife to cut through the fabric and then tearing it away from my body, leaving me in my bra and thong. The breeze caresses my overheated skin, and goosebumps break out across my flesh.
He reaches out, cupping my pussy over my panties. “Remember who this belongs to,” he says, his voice so deep and full of promise. My clit throbs beneath his touch, and saliva starts to drip from my mouth and run down my chin. He reaches up, thumbing it away, then sucking it off his thumb.
I groan, from the loss of his hand against my pussy and the sight of him swallowing my saliva. Which only makes me drool even more.
Blake chuckles. “Drooling like a greedy little whore already, sweetheart?”
I nod my head enthusiastically, desperate for him to touch me.
I need it, I need it, I need it.
I need him.
“Such a good girl for me,” he praises, bringing the blade back to my skin and drawing it down my neck, between my breasts, and under the band of my bra. He gives it a swift yank, tearing through the flimsy lace fabric, then pulls the scraps from my body.
My nipples tighten immediately and he cups my breasts, pushing them together and burying his face in them. His mouth roves over every inch, his stubble creating that delectable burn against my sensitive flesh.
He draws a nipple into his mouth, nipping at it, and I moan, more saliva spilling out of my mouth and running down my chin and neck.
“Fuck, I love these tits,” he says, his voice low and rough. He moves to my other nipple, his tongue twirling around it before he bites down, tugging on it and driving me crazy.
I want to tell him to hurry up. To stop teasing and to fuck me, but I can’t. I can’t do a thing but hang here and take whatever he decides to give me.
He finally lets go of my chest and brings the blade to my thong, easily cutting through the thin straps across my hips. Tossing the knife and pieces of my panties to the ground, his hand comes back to my center, and he finally runs his fingers through the length of me.
“You’re drenched.” He dips two fingers into me—just barely—his thumb pressing down on my clit. He holds his hand there, not moving, not offering the stimulation I need while simultaneously driving me so close to the edge I could combust. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I make garbled noises around the gag, nodding vigorously.
He smirks, dipping his fingers in all the way before removing his hand entirely. I sag, the cuffs around my wrists holding my weight.
“Eventually, sweetheart. If you’re my good little whore, eventually you’ll get my dick. But right now? Right now, I’m going to wreck your ass.”
He goes back to the backpack, pulling out a bottle of lube and anal beads. He holds them in front of me, the beads tapering from small to unfathomably large. There’s no way those are fitting inside of me.
“Tell me, Trace. Have you had anything in this ass before?” He reaches around me, rubbing my ass with his free hand.
I shake my head, and he groans, the sound deep and throaty.
His gaze meets mine, the heat in his eyes intense. “Snap your fingers,” he commands. Thrown off by his command, I bring my thumb and middle finger together and snap.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “If you want me to stop, snap your fingers. Understand?”
I nod.
“Good. Such a good whore for me.” He reaches between my legs again, sliding his fingers through my arousal, then bringing them up to my face. He inserts two into my mouth through the opening in the gag, and I lick them, drool spilling out of my mouth in the process and dripping onto my chest.
“I’m going to fuck your ass one day.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth, and drool pours in a steady stream to my chest. “But we’ll start with these tonight.”
Blake disappears behind me and grabs my hips, tilting my ass up and making my back arch—or as much as it can in my current position. My toes barely touch the ground like this, and my shoulders start to strain.
My heart thunders when I hear the cap to the lube snap open, and then the cool liquid runs down my crack. Blake’s fingers are there a second later, smearing the slippery liquid around my asshole. He teases, pressing against my hole, and I moan.
“Has anyone touched you here?” he asks, his voice like gravel. I shake my head. “No one else ever will. This ass?” He presses a finger to my asshole, the tip slipping inside, and I immediately tense. “This ass is mine.”
He pulls his finger away, replacing it with the smooth surface of the anal beads. I hear the cap open on the lube again, and then Blake is pressing the first bead into my ass.
“Relax,” he says, a hand coming to my lower back as he fully presses the bead in. “The first few are small. You can take them.”
I can feel the smallest stretch as he presses the second one against me, my ring of muscle wanting to resist. Blake slowly applies pressure, and then the second one slips in.
When he presses the third one to my ass, I squirm, the pressure of it too much. “You can take it,” he says softly, his hand leaving my back and reaching around to my clit. He rubs circles over it, my core igniting, and then a stretch and the third one is in.
“You’re doing so good,” he says, still rubbing my clit as he presses the fourth bead to my ass. “Such a good girl. Can you take two more?”
I shake my head, drool running from my mouth uncontrollably at this point.
“I think you can.” He increases the pressure on my clit. “I think my whore likes the stretch. And I think my good little whore is going to like the pain even more.”
I whimper, my mind delirious. The stretch of my ass as he presses in the fourth bead is uncomfortable and too much and not enough, and it has my legs shaking.
When the fourth one finally slips in, he immediately slides the fifth up to my hole, giving me no time to relax or calm down as he presses it into me.
My clit throbs under his touch, my core on fire, and as Blake slides that fifth bead all the way in, the sting and stretch become unbearable, and I come. I come harder than I ever have in my life, my ass clenching around the string of beads as he rubs circles over my clit.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises as my body convulses, my legs giving out and the ropes holding my arms now supporting my entire weight.
My pussy clamps down and I ride out wave after wave, Blake coaxing me through it the entire time. When I finally stop shaking, he’s right there, removing the gag from my mouth.
“You did so good,” he says, cupping my face and brushing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m so proud of you.”
I work my mouth, my jaw stiff as he disappears behind me again, and then I feel the tug.
“Hold still for me, sweetheart,” he says, and then he tugs the bead from my ass. “Feel okay?”
“Yes,” I mumble. “There’s less stretch coming out.”
He chuckles. “That’s because orgasms have a way of relaxing you.”
I turn my head back the best I can. “Maybe you should give me one more than before you pull the rest out,” I tease, even though I’m still practically panting from the first one.
He stills behind me, his hands on my hips. “Your wish is my command.”