The Carrot and the Stick
was so sweet to me. He took me in his arms and comforted me. He kissed my tears and told me I had been brave, and before I knew it I was kissing him properly - real, deep, intense kisses. At that moment I loved him passionately, probably all the more so because of what he had just done to me.
    â€˜I begged him to make love to me. I wanted him to lay me down on the sofa and take me. And he would have done, but he astutely guessed that I was a virgin. He wouldn’t do it the normal way after that, even though I begged him. He said he would have me all the same, he wanted me, but he would do it his way, so as to preserve my virginity. I remember I was disappointed, but I didn’t care so long as he did something.
    â€˜He went and fetched a pot of lubricant. He made me rub it on my bottom and then over his cock. It was so beautiful - I wanted to suck it. Then he made me bend again over the back of the sofa, in the same position I had been for my caning... and you can guess what happened next. He sank his cock into my bottom. He was as gentle as he could be, but it hurt at first. Then it was wonderful; the feeling of being utterly taken, of being totally debased.
    â€˜When it was over he put me to bed, and the next morning he licked me awake. It was wonderful. He taught me to do the same to him. We did that on and off for the next two months, as long as I stayed there. He never did it in my bottom again and he never fucked me, but oh, I wish he had.’
    Beth lifted herself onto one elbow. ‘I wonder if he ever caned Claudine in the end,’ she mused.
    Celeste stretched. ‘I’d be jealous if he did. She would probably adore it, because he was a wonderful lover. Just thinking about him makes me feel sexy.’
    Beth threw back the bedclothes and moved down the bed until she was lying between Celeste’s legs. ‘What’s it like, being fucked in the bottom?’ she asked bluntly.
    Celeste was surprised. ‘Have you never done it? It hurts at first, but it’s very exciting.’
    â€˜Mmm,’ Beth purred. ‘Tell me about it all again, but this time tell me exactly what Alain did, and how he did it. You can imagine that I’m him.’
    â€˜Well...’ Celeste sighed, ‘start by putting one finger in my bottom...’
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Chapter 7
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    â€˜Do you want this job or not?’ Beth asked, with a note of asperity in her voice.
    â€˜Not much,’ Celeste mumbled, holding a coffee cup to her lips.
    Three days had passed since Beth first raised the matter of a job for Celeste at Rybix, and not once in the discussions since had the younger girl shown much interest.
    Now they were in a café around the corner from the Rybix building, their appointment with Kearns was just seventeen minutes away, and Beth was losing patience.
    â€˜Okay then,’ Beth said, ‘pay me the rent you owe me. Pay me for all the food you have eaten, the white wine you have drunk. Fend for yourself and see if you like it. If you won’t make the effort, won’t even try, I’m finished with you.’
    Celeste took Beth’s hand. ‘Don’t be angry with me,’ she sulked. ‘I’m scared - scared stiff. What’s he like?’
    â€˜Father Christmas in a suit of armour. Tough as nails and sharp as a whip. But don’t worry, he’ll like you; you’re just his type.’
    â€˜A what type is that?’ Celeste asked.
    â€˜Cheeky but bright. You won’t have to act, just be yourself.’ She squeezed Celeste’s fingers. ‘Just give it a go. You have nothing to lose.’
    â€˜Except perhaps my modesty,’ Celeste said dryly. Even though it was mid-summer, she was shivering very slightly.
    â€˜He may take to you immediately, just by looking at you.’
    Celeste looked doubtful so Beth continued to reassure her. ‘Do it for me, then. Do it for the rent. Do it to help me in my job. Do it for our

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