“I do like seeing her mouth full,” Roll said. “Even just a gag is a sexy sight.”
She clamped her lips closed.
“Now, I’m going to test the stretch of this lovely little bottom hole of yours.”
“What?” she gasped, trying to rise.
Fingers in her hair caused her to stop from escaping. Tok’s steady tug on the strands made her wordlessly obey as he forced her to place her cheek on the mattress.
A gloved fingertip touched the forbidden whorl and breached it.
“Very good. Just like that,” Roll said, advancing the wicked invading digit.
Her cheeks flamed and she squeezed her eyes closed. A little beep from the com caused Tok to make a satisfied sound.
“What number?”
“Increased thirty percent. Now forty.”
“Not what I would’ve expected before I began. But when I put my finger in, she didn’t clench. They all clench the first time. Except her.”
Her body was on fire, but she fought to be still. She clenched her buttocks, and Roll chuckled. “Too late now, beauty.” His finger moved slowly. “All normal internally.”
“Forty-seven,” Tok said in a husky voice.
“Let’s see then.”
Her nipples hardened with need against the linens and her pussy ached. The scent of arousal seemed to fill the air. Her arousal. She was so ashamed, but also so unable to stop her reaction.
Roll withdrew the finger to the opening, and she exhaled. Then two fingers pressed at her ring.
“No more. Please,” she whispered.
The pair of digits drilled slowly into her. She whimpered, her hips circling.
“A fifty-six percent increase in arousal. Spread your fingers. Stretch her open.”
She pressed her face deeper into the mattress as a sharply painful and yet delicious sensation gripped her right at the entrance to her backside.
“Do you want this little hole fucked?” Roll asked.
She didn’t answer. There was no good answer. To deny it was a lie. To tell the truth, worse.
“Let me have her,” Tok said, unstrapping the com and letting it drop on the bed.
“You don’t want me to start her training?”
“No. Get off the bed.”
Her heart hammered in her chest. She wasn’t sure what Tok would do to her, but whatever it was she wanted it. She wanted him, as she always did.
The fingers in her backside retreated and the bed sprang up as Roll climbed off. A moment later, it sagged again as Tok moved over her. He pulled the egg, and, despite her flower trying to retain it in a plush, slippery grip, it emerged. She turned her head to stare at the wall, waiting for him to enter her. She raised her hips.
His fingers entered her pussy, but only for a moment. She cried out, disappointed.
“Tell me,” Tok ordered.
“Please.”
