—the length of his dick across the expanse of her swollen slit. She sighed excitedly, pleasure beginning to spread outward.
He’s going to fuck me now. Finally. He’s going to give me what I crave.
Only—God damn him—he didn’t. He didn’t!
She was just about to howl her frustration when something snapped against her ass, stinging, and she cried out.
She looked over her shoulder to see Tristan holding a leather quirt. Shit—when had he even gone back to the bureau? When she was turning over, trying to support her own weight on her tired arms? God, she really was losing it.
He struck her ass with the quirt again and this time she felt what she knew was intended—the exquisite pleasure-pain of it. She actually had a great fondness for such toys and under other circumstances would have loved to show Tristan her collection of floggers, but right now she felt she’d endured enough pleasure-pain for one night. The sensation stretched through her ass and outward—as if she needed more feeling there. When he struck the other side with particular vigor, her entire body jolted, making her breasts jiggle beneath her and adding still more aching stimulation.
God, please, stop it! She would love it if he fucked her and spanked her at the same time, or if he used the quirt to smack her clit—she thought she’d come in a heartbeat if he did that and was tempted to beg him. But no, you can’t. You just have to take it. The pleasure. The pain. The frustration. All of it.
So she soaked up every tantalizing strike from the leather quirt he held, felt it vibrating through her skin like the ring of a bell, and then—oh Christ—he began pulling at the knob that had been protruding from her ass for so long. She sobbed even louder at the sensation there—there but not at her clit. And when he pulled the anal toy out, she screamed—not from pain but from the strange, sudden loss. It was one more frustration.
Until she felt something else nudging at that just-vacated cavity and looked over her shoulder to see Tristan’s cock, sheathed in a condom, poised there. She bit her lip at the sight and then gasped as he plunged into her ass.
Oh God Oh God Oh God! She screamed from the insanely pleasurable intrusion and met it with a thrust. Yes, yes, yes, finally, something to move against, something that drove back into her at the same time!
They both groaned their pleasure as sensation barreled all through Adrianna’s body. He didn’t go easy—he fucked her ass thoroughly and she loved it.
Loved it, except…it still wasn’t her pussy. It still brought no joy to her clit.
And so, just like everything else, soon her wild delight turned to frustration, perhaps the most insane frustration she’d ever felt. And even as she rammed her ass against his big cock, even as her arms gave out from the intensity, even as the pleasure swelled within her, tears of frustration rolled from her eyes where he couldn’t see.
She’d never in her life felt so torn. To her shame, she was loving the act of pleasing him—but she felt so utterly needy, tortured . What happened to giving him what he wanted and getting something back in return?
When finally he withdrew from her ass, that was it—she felt totally, utterly empty . Her pussy felt so swollen and hungry that it nearly hurt. Bent over on the bed, she clawed the covers into her fists, feeling crazed. And that’s when she heard herself screaming at him, at the top of her lungs.
“ Fuck me, damn it! Just fuck me! Do you hear me? I can’t take it anymore! Do it! I need you in my cunt—now!”
Everything in the room went quiet. Oh God.
She’d just done it. Fucked up. Broken the rules.
She’d just lost the game.
Chapter Seven
“You want to be fucked?” he yelled behind her. “ You want to be fucked ?”
There seemed nothing to do but answer him. She spun to look over her shoulder. “Yes, damn it! I want to be fucked! You’re driving me out of my fucking mind and I
He’s going to fuck me now. Finally. He’s going to give me what I crave.
Only—God damn him—he didn’t. He didn’t!
She was just about to howl her frustration when something snapped against her ass, stinging, and she cried out.
She looked over her shoulder to see Tristan holding a leather quirt. Shit—when had he even gone back to the bureau? When she was turning over, trying to support her own weight on her tired arms? God, she really was losing it.
He struck her ass with the quirt again and this time she felt what she knew was intended—the exquisite pleasure-pain of it. She actually had a great fondness for such toys and under other circumstances would have loved to show Tristan her collection of floggers, but right now she felt she’d endured enough pleasure-pain for one night. The sensation stretched through her ass and outward—as if she needed more feeling there. When he struck the other side with particular vigor, her entire body jolted, making her breasts jiggle beneath her and adding still more aching stimulation.
God, please, stop it! She would love it if he fucked her and spanked her at the same time, or if he used the quirt to smack her clit—she thought she’d come in a heartbeat if he did that and was tempted to beg him. But no, you can’t. You just have to take it. The pleasure. The pain. The frustration. All of it.
So she soaked up every tantalizing strike from the leather quirt he held, felt it vibrating through her skin like the ring of a bell, and then—oh Christ—he began pulling at the knob that had been protruding from her ass for so long. She sobbed even louder at the sensation there—there but not at her clit. And when he pulled the anal toy out, she screamed—not from pain but from the strange, sudden loss. It was one more frustration.
Until she felt something else nudging at that just-vacated cavity and looked over her shoulder to see Tristan’s cock, sheathed in a condom, poised there. She bit her lip at the sight and then gasped as he plunged into her ass.
Oh God Oh God Oh God! She screamed from the insanely pleasurable intrusion and met it with a thrust. Yes, yes, yes, finally, something to move against, something that drove back into her at the same time!
They both groaned their pleasure as sensation barreled all through Adrianna’s body. He didn’t go easy—he fucked her ass thoroughly and she loved it.
Loved it, except…it still wasn’t her pussy. It still brought no joy to her clit.
And so, just like everything else, soon her wild delight turned to frustration, perhaps the most insane frustration she’d ever felt. And even as she rammed her ass against his big cock, even as her arms gave out from the intensity, even as the pleasure swelled within her, tears of frustration rolled from her eyes where he couldn’t see.
She’d never in her life felt so torn. To her shame, she was loving the act of pleasing him—but she felt so utterly needy, tortured . What happened to giving him what he wanted and getting something back in return?
When finally he withdrew from her ass, that was it—she felt totally, utterly empty . Her pussy felt so swollen and hungry that it nearly hurt. Bent over on the bed, she clawed the covers into her fists, feeling crazed. And that’s when she heard herself screaming at him, at the top of her lungs.
“ Fuck me, damn it! Just fuck me! Do you hear me? I can’t take it anymore! Do it! I need you in my cunt—now!”
Everything in the room went quiet. Oh God.
She’d just done it. Fucked up. Broken the rules.
She’d just lost the game.
Chapter Seven
“You want to be fucked?” he yelled behind her. “ You want to be fucked ?”
There seemed nothing to do but answer him. She spun to look over her shoulder. “Yes, damn it! I want to be fucked! You’re driving me out of my fucking mind and I
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