“Put the cushion on the sand and rest your cheek on it while you kneel with your ass in the air.”
Giss stared at him wide-eyed. “Why?”
“If you make me wait, I’ll cut a length of knotted cord to whip your bottom with. It’ll be like the punishment in your dorm room that you couldn’t sit for days after.”
The tone of his voice sent her scurrying onto the sand.
“Pull your shirt up around your waist and then reach back with her hands and spread your cheeks.”
She sucked in a breath. “I can’t.”
“You will if you’re smart.”
Gissandre shuddered and looked over her shoulder at him. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“You’re going to learn that anytime you lie to me, the punishment will be much worse than if you’d told the truth.”
“I won’t lie anymore.”
“Glad to hear it. Now reach back and open yourself.”
“What are you going to do? Please tell me,” she begged.
“I’m going to put a small length of ginger root in your ass while I spank you.”
“No, please. You can’t.”
“Do you want to skip the ginger and the beach? I can take you up to the bed, but once I tie you down, I’ll use more than ginger to stretch your tight little ring.”
“You can’t do this,” she said, but she slid the shirt up to her waist and rested her palms on her firm globes.
He stood and walked over, looking down at her. The position was the perfect kindling to his dominant lust. The pretty pink holes were tasty offerings for his cock. Linc drizzled oil on her trembling star, then opened it with a fingertip. She clenched reflexively when he touched the pink whorl. Her startled whimper whet his appetite farther, and his balls ached at the thought of her coming discomfort and ultimate submission.
* * *
Gissandre felt sick with embarrassment as she reluctantly pulled her own bottom cheeks apart, leaving all her private parts shamefully exposed to him. Warm oil dripped into the crevice and slowly pooled in the fragile little dimple he planned to defile.
Could this really be happening? He might be teasing her, just to scare her. But his manner was serious, not at all like when he teased. A fingertip pressed against her bottomhole and she clenched, her entire body going rigid.
“Listen carefully, sweetness, because fighting will make everything worse. Relax for my finger.”
Giss swallowed the lump in her throat, but it didn’t go away. She squeezed her eyes closed and drew in a deep breath as his finger pushed past her resistance. A little sob of humiliation escaped.
“Larsinc—!”
“Quiet,” he murmured, pushing deeper into her smallest channel. “Or I’ll be tempted to put something much thicker inside you.”
Her body shook, terror and anticipation warring within it. He added another fingertip, making her gasp. The stretch was sharply painful at first, then as her resistance weakened, gave way to a heavy ache.
She squirmed and was shocked by a sharp slap to her pussy that took her breath away. That had not felt good in the least. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she resolved to keep her bottom still for him.
His fingers withdrew and were replaced by the hard piece of ginger. It entered her easily, and she whimpered.
“Good. You took that very well.”
His knuckles grazed her pussy and settled against the exquisite pleasure nub. He rubbed it lazily, and she was coming dangerously close to enjoying herself. Giss spread her knees a bit farther, back arching. Then, a stinging warmth started at her tight ring.
“What’s happening? Dead realms.” Her toes dug into the sand, trying to dig a hole to escape into. “Please, something’s wrong. It hurts!”
