2Rakehell by Debra Glass

wriggling the tip of his finger into her. Her brain chastised her
for allowing this. She pressed her lips together tightly to keep from uttering
her word. After all, he was right. It didn’t actually…hurt.
    “That’s it,” he said when her muscles loosened. His finger
prodded deeper. “See, you can take this comfortably.”
    “Y-yes.” Her every thought, every sensation was riveted to
that one spot.
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes Master.”
    “Do you know what I’m going to do with this?” He stroked the
cool crystal pendant along the curve of her buttock.
    Oh she could speculate. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter.
“Mm-hmm.”
    He let out a little laugh as he bettered his position behind
her and swirled the crystal through the liquid between her legs. Her nipples
hardened and her clit pounded as the finger in her bottom retreated and she
felt the blunt tip of the pendant nudging her.
    He pushed it in slowly. Holding her breath, she gritted her
teeth against the tight stretch as her body gave way to accommodate the
invasion. It slid smoothly inside, every bit as deeply as his finger and then
her body closed around the slender neck of the base. She’d expected pain but
there was only this coolness, this erotic fullness—this awakening of taboo
sexual pleasure.
    Involuntary muscle contractions protested against the
invasion of her bum. Her clitoris burned from want of attention.
    He patted her bottom. “You’ll remain this way until I tell
you to do otherwise.”
    No! Please give me release! Please! Instead of
begging, she whimpered piteously.
    “And then I’ll punish you for not remembering that you are
to remain naked in my presence.”
    Now, do it now…
    Her heart sank as he walked away. Instinct prodded her to
straighten, to watch, to see where he was going. Fear that he’d make her wait
longer for his attentions kept her perfectly still.
    A keen knowledge inundated her as she listened to the
everyday sounds of him milling about in his chambers. He sat in a chair across
the room. The leather gave under his weight. The crisply ironed newspaper
rustled as he opened it. Did he mean to leave her here while he read the
blasted Times ?
    Physical sensation quickly took precedence over anything
else. Her knees began to ache against the tufted seat of her chair. The back of
her neck stiffened from her strained position and her shoulders began to burn
from holding her arms behind her back. And oh that devilish device in her bum!
Nerve endings never before stimulated awakened and cried out for more. Her
passage clenched around its own emptiness, her inner muscles causing the
crystal plug to shift.
    Superseding it all was the peace she knew only when Adam
stripped her of her free will.
    After several minutes, she heard him rise and put the paper
away. His footsteps fell soft on the plush carpet, but—oh no!—he wasn’t coming
for her. Instead he moved away toward the door.
    Her fingers knotted into fists as she combated the urge to
call after him.
    “I trust I don’t have to tell you that I’ll know if you’ve
moved,” he said as he opened the door.
    “Y-yes Master,” she said, her voice thick with need.
    The door closed and then he was gone.
    * * * * *
    Adam leaned against the wall outside his room. Primrose had
looked so bloody beautiful in her submission that he’d struggled with
abstaining from fucking her as soon as he’d put that plug in her ass.
    Her submission was so perfect, so sublime. She thrived on
it. He’d known she’d take to the birch and crop from the first time he’d laid
eyes on her but he’d thought she would never get past the initial step of acquiescence.
Most submissives had a prudish side that was harder to tame than their desire
to be sexually humiliated.
    He’d known all kinds. Those who derived heightened states
from the pain alone, those who wanted to be forced to do things they already wanted
to do. And then those like Primrose who enjoyed only a mild amount of pain and
a