And he sat and crammed three fingers right back into her as if there hadn’t been an interruption.
By the time four were in, her breaths were short and shaky. She tried to bite them back, tried to keep from making those whiny, desperate sounds, but the little gasps still slipped out.
Her fingers twitched against the nailbed, nerves screaming as the sharpened points bit deeper with every shift of her arm.
He met her gaze. “Who am I?”
“Boone, Sir.” Her voice shook, but she got the words out — and the next ones before he could even ask. “Spreading me open is the purpose, Sir. Your entire fist isn’t going to fit inside me tonight, that isn’t the point.”
His brows lifted, but the pressure on her cunt didn’t ease. Millimeter by millimeter, second by second, he kept opening her.
He tilted his head, waiting for the rest, and she gasped out, “The point is hurting me. Spreading me wider than I think I can take, Sir.” She flinched as a tremor ran through her shouldersthat pressed her palms harder against the boards, digging the nails in deeper. The pain flared like fire.
“Exactly right, and you’ll tell me if a bruising pain is hurting worse than the stretch. If I need to adjust a knuckle.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded and looked back to her pussy, but she knew not to look away because he’d expect eye contact when he looked back to her face.
At times, it felt as if he were prying her soul open, not just her body, and he always knew the exact moment the emotions of it hit her, and he’d look up, meet her gaze.
His look, dark and heavy, clearly told her he owned her in that moment.
Her hands throbbed with a separate, steady agony. Not the consuming kind that dominated her cunt, but the sharp, disciplinary kind that never let her forget the rules — or who made them.
Thirty minutes in, her emotions were as raw and vulnerable as her stretched pussy, both burning until tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
She’d look to his hand to figure out which knuckle was pressing into the bone, pulverizing the tender tissues between, tell him, and he’d adjust.
The steel nails bit deeper as she tightened every muscle, including the ones pinned flat to those merciless boards — the penalty for disrespectful fists still burning through every fingertip.
And then she looked back to his face. Let himseeher while he owned her. Hurt her.
“Deep breath, that’s it, keep breathing in, more… more… more… and hold it.”
Her lungs were so full she thought they might burst in her chest, but she held the air until he told her to blow it out.
She did, and he ordered her to look at him while he pressed so hard into her, opening her more in ten seconds than he had in the past five minutes.
The pain was enormous, an unrelenting fire that roared from her core to her throat. Too much. Too deep. Too far gone to stop.
Her tears broke free.
“Squeeze,” he ordered. “Ass around the plug, pussy around my hand.Hard, little fucktoy.”
She clenched, her muscles locking around him like a vice.
“Come for me, fuckhole. Squeeze your cunt around me and let it go.”
She hadn’t known she was close, just pain and pressure, but his command broke through and dragged her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed around his unyielding hand, the stretch so vicious it felt like being split apart. She screamed through it, wrung out and wrecked.
Her arms and legs hopelessly fought the restraints while his hand pushed harder, his fingers bent and crooked, and her muscles clutched around him. Even her hands convulsed against the bindings, and the pressure forced sharpened nails deeper into raw tissue, and her breath caught on the new spike of pain.
“More, little fleshlight.” He pulled out a few inches and then drove back in, making her come again, harder this time. The orgasms bled into each other, brutal and endless, until she was nothing but shaking limbs and pulsing, wrecked flesh, her body clutching at the shape of his hand.
He kept her on the apex, ordering her to orgasm until she was a limp rag, every nerve raw.
He finally removed his hand, cleaned her, slid the damned Perifit into her, and talked her through the ten-minute session, encouraging her to squeeze harder, to hold it longer.
