Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire

the clouds and setting them ablaze with exploding white-hot sunbursts. Her body buzzed, her mind blanked until she floated back to earth. Back to her beast. She was vaguely aware of him removing the toys and washing her with a cool cloth. Fresh lube dripped onto her anus then new pressure was applied and she realized he’d switched butt plugs. This one was bigger around, the tip as big as the largest bead in the other toy.
    “Relax and push back, sweet.”
    Caitie obeyed, and the smooth plug stretched her anus open. The ring of muscle protested, more burning than with the beaded toy and more discomfort. She groaned as it forced her to widen and stretch, but she discovered the slight pain sent pulses of electricity straight into her clit, same as when he pinched her nipples.
    She liked it. She lifted her head to say so, but he smacked her ass with the flat of one hand. She squealed in surprise at the sharp sting, clenched her butt muscles, and then groaned at the feel of the plug inside her.
    “Naughty sub,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t recall giving you permission to come. You’ve earned yourself a spanking.” He pushed her flat and covered her body with his.
    “What?” Still breathing hard, she protested. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
    He nipped her shoulder. “What is rule two?”
    Moaning, Caitie bit her lower lip to keep herself from arguing. Before she could say anything further, a shrill scream startled her. She lifted her head, peered through the railing, but didn’t see anything. “What was that?”
    “Our warning that the show is about to start. Until I tell you differently, you need to be quiet. No yelling, no screaming.” His arms framed hers, his fingers threading through the backs of hers. “Watch below. The rest of the guests should be arriving.”
    Her brows rose when she spotted a couple leaving the thicker woods, following the narrow deer trail that led to an arched shrub. “Cinderella and her Prince Charming have arrived.”
    She giggled when she noticed the woman had her top tucked beneath her breasts. Her partner got onto his knees and crawled into one of the bushes with a quilt, then came out and urged Cinderella inside.
    “Wow. Little tunnels. Very cool.” She craned her neck, searching the darkening land below. On the far side, she spotted another couple, but she couldn’t make out who they were. Her impression was of a blonde woman. Could be either Wendy or Rapunzel? They faded into the shadows hugging the trees. More couples arrived, visible only while on the short length of path from woods to the stage area. Each disappeared into the dark ring or, from her view of the stage, crawled into their dens like bears ready to hibernate. Sleep was the last thing on anyone’s mind, she’d bet. Smiling, she realized the couples below were front and center to whatever was going to happen in that clearing.
    “I think you’re right. We’ve got great box seats, even if it’s dark down there.” She hoped there would be lights, as the lamps ringing the stage didn’t reach into the center.
    “Almost show time. Up you go.” He pulled her up onto her knees, nudged her legs apart. His hands slid up her waist and cupped her breasts. “Let’s take a quick dash to house number ten, see what sweets await us.”
    “You’re kidding.” Nine had earned her a spanking, but now there were other couples nearby. Anyone could see them. Or, good lord, hear her.
    “Nope. And remember, no screaming.” The hum of the vibrator against her nipple nearly made her shriek.
    Another scream came from somewhere below, but Caitlin’s mind was focused on the man behind her and the show where she was the star. He teased both nipples, then had her sucking in her breath as he trailed the soft, nubby silicone down her belly and zeroed in on her throbbing clit.
    She jerked and was grateful for his arm banded around her. With little choice, she came hard and fast, whipped and thrown into a violent