His cock pressed forward again and this time it forced me wider. I gasped through the gag, ignoring the drool dripping beneath me as a muffled moan escaped. The stretch was bearable, but the sharp sting that followed made my body tense.
Then the dull vibration inside me softened the pain.
Torturous.
I wanted more.
When I tried to push back toward him it was impossible to move against the restraints.
“There you go,” he hummed before easing deeper.
My eyes blinked rapidly as I stared at the loose strands of my red hair hanging toward the wooden floor.
He didn’t rush. Each time he moved a little further inside me, he paused, giving my body time to breathe and adjust.
But I wanted more.
I needed it.
So fucking bad.
I wanted him everywhere.
My body screamed for it and I tried to beg again, but the ring gag reduced everything to helpless sounds.
“Shh,” he murmured, his hand gliding slowly down my inner thigh.
The warmth of his touch made my breath hitch. His fingers trailed higher and I held my breath, expecting him to brush my clit.
He didn’t.
A pathetic whine escaped me instead.
That only made him chuckle softly.
Oh my god.
He was evil.
“Does my naughty princess need her asshole fucked?” he murmured.
Yes, I screamed silently, but only a garbled noise pushed past the gag while more spit slipped from my mouth.
“Okay, baby,” he said, stroking my back.
I felt him shift behind me. For a moment there was only the hum of the vibrator and the pounding of my heart.
Then he drew back.
And plunged into me.
The air burst from my lungs.
Pain flared sharply through my rear and my pussy clenched hard around the vibrator.
But he gave it to me.
The metal frame of the stocks rattled as he began driving in and out of me. My breasts swayed beneath me while the restraints held me helplessly in place.
