“Come to bed,” he whispered in her ear, her body igniting with arousal.
Isabelle smiled as he guided her to the mattress, a combination of relief and excitement winding through her bones. It was a comfort knowing what he wanted from her, knowing he would take it from heruntil he was satisfied, though the exhilaration came from wondering exactly how he would do it.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you,” he growled, quickly ridding her of her dress so she was bare, the cool air of the room giving her goosebumps.
He pushed her onto her hands and knees, her head facing the footboard, and slapped her hard on the ass.
Isabelle yelped, and he chuckled, massaging where he’d spanked her, erotic pleasure lying in the wake of surprising pain.
“Say ‘I’m a good girl for my owners’,” he ordered, lifting the top plank of the footboard off, the use for the three holes becoming clear in an instant.
“I’m a good girl for my owners,” she said, letting him maneuver her neck onto the large half circle in the center, her wrists through the smaller ones on either side.
Already, her mind felt fuzzy, the delicious sensation of numbness tingling her brain as the plank clicked back into place. She tested the wooden restraints, a thrill racing up her spine as she found she was unable to slip out of them, like a prisoner in the stocks at Marilet’s public square.
“You look so beautiful, all locked up and helpless. Now, what am I going to do with you?”
Rul was behind her, just out of sight, her body tingling as she awaited his touch, though it didn’t come. Her anxiety ramped up as the seconds ticked by without a word or action, until she could bear it no longer, a whimper slipping past her lips.
“Please,” she begged, and a second later there was a sharp bite of pain, the smack against her ass echoing through the room.
Isabelle cried out, this time feeling the full sting of the strike as Rul refused to massage the pain away.
“No speaking unless I ask you a question, naughty girl. You’ll take what I give you,whenI decide to give it to you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she said, her voice hoarse with need.
“What are you?”
It took her a moment to understand the question and remember her answer.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Rul chuckled, gripping her ass and sliding his thumb down until he found her tight ring of muscle. He pressed against it, the sensitive nerves sending a jolt through her, though she remained dutifully silent.
“Have you been taken here before?”
“N-No,” she said, her mind racing as she tried to understand what he was talking about.
“If Bellinor and I are going to fuck you at the same time, we’ll need to loosen you up, won’t we?”
She wasn’t sure if he expected an answer and remained silent, trying to wrap her head around what he was saying. Both? At the same time? Goddess, she recalled how Pierre had suggested an alternative option when she was reticent about the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy, but the idea had been so preposterous she hadn’t even considered it.
Now, as Rul circled his finger against her ring, she felt the erotic twist of need settle in her core.
“Relax. Breathe deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. Let your belly go fully slack with each breath,” he said, cupping her stomach with his free hand.
She followed his orders, sucking in air through her nose and letting her stomach inflate, before blowing it out her mouth.
“There you go. Just like that.”
There was the wet sound of spitting, liquid heat hitting her tight ring a split second later. He circled his thumb against her, eased by the oral lubrication, before slipping in and forcing her to arch her back.
“Keep breathing,” he said, and she resumed her deep breaths, trying to relax her muscles as he worked his finger in.
It was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant, her cunt aching with need as he pushed through the tension. She let out a moan, and then another, her body vibrating with pleasure as Rul picked up his pace.
When he removed his finger, she almost protested, though it was replaced with something cold and hard a moment later. The object pressed its way in, the smooth material sliding in with only a bit of difficulty. It filled her pleasantly, the bite of pressure only enhancing the erotic delight coursing through her.
