something, using her own juices to do so. Olivia opened her mouth to protest and only just managed to avoid saying anything. So far her submission had served her well. When the object began to breach her anus, however, Olivia couldn’t help herself.
“What are you doing?” she wailed. “Cameron, it’s too big.” 86
Cameron answered her with a stinging slap to her buttock, and Olivia gasped. She then moaned when he rubbed the same spot and the heat spread to her pussy. She was beginning to use slang to describe genitalia, just as he did, and it made her feel deliciously depraved.
“Relax and push back against it, Olivia. It will burn at first, but you know that pleasure awaits.”
Olivia did as he told her, and the burn soon morphed into a fullness and indescribable feeling. It was edgy and hot, and she squirmed against it, seeking something more. Cameron slapped her again, and Olivia froze. He worked the object deeper until she thought it would never stop, and then when it did she longed for more. He was stealing her sanity. She took a breath to beg him, no, demand that he remove it, remove himself, when the ruler came down across both ass cheeks. She knew it was a ruler by the feel and the snap. She took a breath to scream and then choked it back. The thought of people running to the sound of her screams made her reconsider.
“You will take twenty, Olivia. You will not make a sound other than to count them out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Oh God she didn’t want this. But she did.
Olivia didn’t know the woman who voiced her agreement. That first blow had hurt. What was she doing? The second impact interrupted her thoughts, and she managed to count. Cameron rained the whacks down on her bottom in slow, steady strokes, varying the placement of each, the cadence alone being predictable. By the count of ten, Olivia wasn’t thinking about the number anymore. She was drifting away and no longer clenching and flinching against the contact from the ruler. When Cameron set it aside she barely noticed, and roused only when he pulled that thing from her ass. She felt empty somehow, and then there was something bigger shoving in back there. God. Cameron was fucking her ass. And then he would have had everything he wanted from her. And leave her. Olivia cried out, and Cameron froze. She felt him move away, and then she was
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plucked from the desktop and gathered into his arms. He held her close and backed onto the chair, where he sat with her while she again cried against the fine fabric of his shirt.
“Olivia. Olivia, honey, what’s wrong?” Cameron’s voice pulled her from her tearful exhaustion. God, he wrung everything from her.
He seduced her with his dominant passion and made her emotional with his tenderness. And she hadn’t even climaxed! It was too much.
She couldn’t keep this up. It had to stop before she went totally insane. She tried to sit up and winced when her sore backside protested. Cameron repositioned her so that her weight rested on her hip yet she could still see his face, just as he could see hers.
All the dominant darkness was gone from his features. His face was open and reflected nothing but concern and caring, and Olivia’s heart lurched. She so badly wanted to be loved. Not like Andrew had loved her, although his love had never been in question. Olivia wanted the whole enchilada. She wanted passion and desire and affection and love. And she wanted it with Cameron. It was nuts, but she wanted him to give her a baby. She wanted to be a mother. But he had betrayed her twelve years ago, and despite the fact that he had told her why, had shared his reasons, Olivia didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart. Besides, he had already made his motives clear that night at dinner, despite his retraction. This was an interlude for him, and she needed to remember that.
“I can’t do this, Cameron,” she said as clearly and calmly as possible for someone with her
“What are you doing?” she wailed. “Cameron, it’s too big.” 86
Cameron answered her with a stinging slap to her buttock, and Olivia gasped. She then moaned when he rubbed the same spot and the heat spread to her pussy. She was beginning to use slang to describe genitalia, just as he did, and it made her feel deliciously depraved.
“Relax and push back against it, Olivia. It will burn at first, but you know that pleasure awaits.”
Olivia did as he told her, and the burn soon morphed into a fullness and indescribable feeling. It was edgy and hot, and she squirmed against it, seeking something more. Cameron slapped her again, and Olivia froze. He worked the object deeper until she thought it would never stop, and then when it did she longed for more. He was stealing her sanity. She took a breath to beg him, no, demand that he remove it, remove himself, when the ruler came down across both ass cheeks. She knew it was a ruler by the feel and the snap. She took a breath to scream and then choked it back. The thought of people running to the sound of her screams made her reconsider.
“You will take twenty, Olivia. You will not make a sound other than to count them out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Oh God she didn’t want this. But she did.
Olivia didn’t know the woman who voiced her agreement. That first blow had hurt. What was she doing? The second impact interrupted her thoughts, and she managed to count. Cameron rained the whacks down on her bottom in slow, steady strokes, varying the placement of each, the cadence alone being predictable. By the count of ten, Olivia wasn’t thinking about the number anymore. She was drifting away and no longer clenching and flinching against the contact from the ruler. When Cameron set it aside she barely noticed, and roused only when he pulled that thing from her ass. She felt empty somehow, and then there was something bigger shoving in back there. God. Cameron was fucking her ass. And then he would have had everything he wanted from her. And leave her. Olivia cried out, and Cameron froze. She felt him move away, and then she was
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plucked from the desktop and gathered into his arms. He held her close and backed onto the chair, where he sat with her while she again cried against the fine fabric of his shirt.
“Olivia. Olivia, honey, what’s wrong?” Cameron’s voice pulled her from her tearful exhaustion. God, he wrung everything from her.
He seduced her with his dominant passion and made her emotional with his tenderness. And she hadn’t even climaxed! It was too much.
She couldn’t keep this up. It had to stop before she went totally insane. She tried to sit up and winced when her sore backside protested. Cameron repositioned her so that her weight rested on her hip yet she could still see his face, just as he could see hers.
All the dominant darkness was gone from his features. His face was open and reflected nothing but concern and caring, and Olivia’s heart lurched. She so badly wanted to be loved. Not like Andrew had loved her, although his love had never been in question. Olivia wanted the whole enchilada. She wanted passion and desire and affection and love. And she wanted it with Cameron. It was nuts, but she wanted him to give her a baby. She wanted to be a mother. But he had betrayed her twelve years ago, and despite the fact that he had told her why, had shared his reasons, Olivia didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart. Besides, he had already made his motives clear that night at dinner, despite his retraction. This was an interlude for him, and she needed to remember that.
“I can’t do this, Cameron,” she said as clearly and calmly as possible for someone with her
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