Seduce Me by Miranda Forbes Page B

with in some fiendish fashion I can’t even begin to think of. Yes, I know I sound paranoid, but as someone wise once said, just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.
    But the only other possibility, and the one I usually err on the side of, is saying something along the lines of ‘I think you should do what you’d like to do’. But that sounds so arse licky that I cringe saying it and have trouble not rolling my eyes while I do. If it works for you then great, but me, well I just feel like a rubbish slutty cliche.
    The silence has lengthened while my brain desperately turns over the possibilities trying to come up with something, anything to say.
    As I try and form a sentence which might not get me into trouble, he moves from the bed and grabs the butt plug from a drawer.
    â€œToo late.” His voice is brusque as he grabs my shoulder and pushes me onto my hands and knees.
    He runs his fingernails along the stripes of my arse, as I try not to cry out at the sensation. I bite my lip, and as he spanks me a couple of times on the still-stinging spot my eyes fill with tears. Of course, it’s not the only thing flowing, a fact he takes glee in highlighting with a tut, pushing the butt plug into my cunt, easily anointing it with my own juices. He pulls it out with a squelch that sounds like a klaxon pointing out how stupidly horny and desperate I am already and turns his attention to pushing it into my arse, making sure to rest the hand not holding the plug on my poor punished arse cheek, just to ratchet up the sensations zinging through my body making me giddy.
    I quiver on my knees as the plug pushes at my hole. Even with the natural lube those first few centimetres are slow and I am tense and difficult to penetrate. He moves his hand for a second to stroke my hair the way you would a panicking horse, and I try to relax myself, to take it, so this game can continue. My deep breathing is helping when a crack echoes across the room, a second before the searing pain knocks me to the bed, my knees giving out at the sheer unexpected pain. In the split second of shock, when the wind is knocked from me and my focus is lost, he shoves the plug up inside me, as far as it will go, further than I think I can take it. I whimper and try to move away, but under his hands, flat on the bed, there is nowhere for me to go. He fills me, stretches me until I can’t take any more. I’m assuming my arse is now plugged to his satisfaction, as he’s now pushing me over onto my back and – oh this bodes well – he is leaning over me.
    â€œHands above your head.”
    I obey, and watch as he rummages through his bedside drawer until he finds two pieces of ribbon to tie my wrists to the headboard with. It looks innocuous enough, the kind of thing you’d buy in a haberdashery, and I make a mental note to avoid wriggling too much and accidentally undoing my bonds. It would kind of spoil the moment.
    As he finishes fiddling with the ribbon he looks down to see me staring at his cock, which is swinging pretty much right in front of my face. He smiles. “Did you want something?”
    I glower up at him. I want to suck him off. He knows it and I know it.
    â€œI’d like to suck your cock.” A pause while he waits for the rest. I sigh. “Please.”
    My vision is blocked as he pushes himself into my mouth, anchoring his hands into my hair. I love feeling him lengthen in my mouth as I run my tongue along the underside of his cock. Ordinarily I love taking my time to suck him, watching him struggle to keep control for a change. But it’s not working like that today. My scalp prickles as he pulls my hair with the force of pushing me onto his cock from below, while his knees pin my shoulders down. All I can do is try to take him without gagging while he fucks my face. I try to move my hands to grab his hips and reassert some control, but I can’t