“Safe.Word,” she says, her tone so commanding, so fucking demanding I almost break.
Almost.
I grin, all teeth and fire: I am nothing if not defiant.
I blink slowly, making sure she knows I heard and am choosing to disobey.“Trash.”
She smiles.“I hoped you’d say that.”
The stake moves to my arsehole.
My eyes widen.Oh fuck.The realisation that the wood is only lubricated with me, and I am not warmed up hits me hard.
I bury my head in the duvet as she pushes the stake through my ring of muscle.It’s tight, but thankfully, she goes slowly.She releases my wrists, her other hand finding my pussy and circling my clit.Moving her fingers from my apex to my entrance, gliding in and out, filling me, stretching me, pushing me to the brink.
“Oh gods,” I whine into the mattress.I tilt my hips, forcing the stake in deeper.She drags it out, the sensation creating a rush of tingly pleasure through my ring.One finger in my pussy becomes two, as she glides in and out of both holes.I tremble, moaning and gasping against the duvet.
“Safe word, Penelope,” Dahlia hums, though at this point she knows as well as I do that I won’t be giving it to her.
When my response is a muffled moan, she pulls her fingers out and slaps my ass.The reverberations run through my entire body.My nipples rub against the bed and my whole body sings with such acute pleasure I’m convinced this is how I die.
She pushes back inside me, her fingers rubbing against my G-spot as the stake moves in and out of my arse.
“Fuck, Dahlia, I’m going to…”
She moves the stake harder, faster, her fingers gliding in and out of my pussy until I’m trembling against her, waves of golden pleasure throbbing deep inside my cunt.
Then, she stops.Oh gods, no.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”I wrench around to glare at her.
“Penelope…” she tuts.“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need…”
She begins thrusting the stake and her fingers inside me again.In and out she moves them.In.Out.In.Out.Then slower… This time, it makes the waves of pleasure ripple through me in a rhythmic pulse so violent my entire body tightens, taking me right up to the precipice.
And then she stops.My whole body crashing back to nothing.
I scream out, frustrated.“Please, I beg.”
“The safe word, Penelope,” she says, her tone mute.Final.
I say nothing.She brings her hand down on my arse—hard.My skin throbs, but as soon as I cry out, she’s moving again, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Tears.
Over and over, she cycles.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Tears.
My mind drifts, vanishing into euphoria as she moves in perfect rhythm.Smack, thrust, thrust, thrust.Smack, thrust, thrust, thrust.
