15
CALEB
The sight of Basia’s bright red ass makes my cock leak. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come before I can breed her pussy. I was only in it for a few moments, but I already know it’s where I want to spend the rest of my life. And she told me I can go in bare…Fuck.
Her pussy is so pretty, filled with her hot pink toy, her juices making it glisten, making my mouth water like a rabid dog’s. Every time she comes, she gets wetter and wetter.
But she was a bad girl, wasn’t she? Coming as soon as I got the toy all the way in, before I could show her the sweet combination of pleasure and pain. The need to do more is tearing me up inside.
I know she doesn’t have any other toys in her room—I explored it thoroughly since I started working for her, telling myself it’s for her safety. And the tight rosebud of her ass looks neglected…
Looking around for something I can use, I spot a cherry Chapstick on her nightstand. It’s a bit thin, but… it’ll serve. As I reach over to grab it, I make sure to sweep Basia’s hair from her face and check that she’s doing okay. Her pupils are dilated, her breathing short, but she’s not completely in subspace. Not yet.
I put the lip balm aside so I can spread her cheeks apart, lean over her puckered hole, and spit. Then I use my thumb to spread it over the tight ring, gently pressing in.
“W—what are you doing?” she asks meekly.
“Claiming all of you, darling,” I say simply.
I make sure the tube is tightly shut, then place it against the small opening.
“What’s that?”
Basia tries to turn her head to look, but her position ensures she’s helpless. I chuckle at the edge of fear in her voice, only just discernible through the breathless arousal. Sometimes the unknown is more arousing than the obvious.
My improvised anal dildo breaches easily, making my girl’s breath hitch with surprise.
“Oh, shit,” she squeals, trying futilely to get away from the dual penetration.
With a laugh, I run a hand down her flank, soothing her.
“Now, now,” I murmur. “I said you’d come while I spank your sweet ass. You know I always stand by my words.”
Her desperate little cries are driving me insane. Grabbing the root of my shaft, I squeeze hard, almost to the point of pain. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. I need to make her come.
I flick the end of the lip balm that’s sticking out, making it tremble inside her, then look around for something else I can use. Of course, I didn’t bring a flogger with me, but…
Ah, that’ll do.
I grin with glee as I reach for her hairbrush—it’s wide, made of wood, and has no sharp edges. I swing it a few times, enjoying the whistle as it cuts through the air.
Basia’s still whimpering and squirming on the bed, so I grabthe leather belt restraining her arms with one hand, holding her steady.
“Show me how well you’ve learned to count, darling,” I command, bringing the flat side of the brush against her plump behind.
I love the way her gasp catches in her throat, right before she yelps at the sting.
“Fuck! What are you doing, you… you sadistic bastard!” she wheezes, and I throw my head back with a laugh.
“Shit, darling, that’s not how it’s done. Now I have to start over, don’t I?” I say with unhidden glee.
Before she can reply, I spank her again. Not hard at all. Just enough to help the toys along.
“What do we say?” I ask smugly.
“Fuck you,” she hisses back, the sound muffled but unmistakable. I have to chew on the inside of my cheek so I don’t burst out laughing again. She’ll never learn if I go too easy.
This time, the brush hits that spot where the ass meets the leg, making her yowl. The sound quickly turns into a growl that reminds me of a ferocious kitten.
