Free Adrianna's Undies by Lacey Alexander Page A

take out what’s inside.”
    Her eyes didn’t change even as she drew out the black silken ties he’d placed there earlier. Not everything he had in mind for Adrianna could be bought at her own boutique—he’d ventured to a sex shop to plan for this night, as well.
    “Bring them to me,” he told her, still riveted by the sight of her walking about the room in the apparel he’d chosen for her. After she passed the ties to him, he added, “Now kneel on the bench with your back to me,” motioning to the divan at the foot of the large bed.
    Adrianna obeyed wordlessly and he continued sensing a real, true change in her. And the further they went, the less choices she would have, so the way he saw it, it was to her advantage to have finally given in to this.
    He couldn’t deny the sense of power and control it gave him to watch her so docilely obeying his orders now, especially when he said, “Put your arms behind you,” and she easily complied, offering herself up to be bound.
    He started by looping the longest tie high around her arms, halfway between elbows and shoulders. He pulled it tight—hearing her draw in her breath as the move forced her breasts to thrust even farther in front—before crisscrossing the thick black ribbon and drawing them back under, near her elbows. He continued to lace her arms behind her back all the way to her wrists, where he tied the cord in a snug knot that would only pull tighter if she struggled against it. Then he stood back and admired his work, surprised at how lovely he thought she looked that way.
    But the time for looking was over and the time for doing had come.
    With her still kneeling before him, he slowly placed his hand on the back of her neck, letting his fingers curl around the choker there, and bent her body forward over the bed. The mattress sat higher than the divan so when her chest rested there, her round ass arched toward him.
    After making his own trip to the bureau, he returned, wholly pleased with her quiet acquiescence. Yes, Adrianna was finally getting the hang of this sex slave thing. He found himself leaning over her from behind and, even though still fully clothed, he nestled his erection in the soft valley of her ass as he rasped near her ear, “Have you been fucked in the ass before, dirty little slave girl?”
    “Yes,” she answered without hesitation, and though it didn’t surprise him, it still stiffened his cock further.
    “Do you like it?”
    Another easy, instant reply. “Yes.”
    “Good,” he said. Then he eased back, standing upright—and reached for the ass plug he’d bought especially for her.
    Uncapping the jar of Vaseline he’d also picked up, he moistened the plug then set the petroleum jelly aside. He thought this particular apparatus resembled a slightly cone-shaped Popsicle.
    Her anus remained prettily puffy and pink from all that earlier stimulation, and Adrianna gasped softly when he pressed the rounded end of the toy there, beginning to gently twist it back and forth, easing the tip inside.
    “Does that feel good, my little fuck slave?” he asked, his voice coming out deeper than usual.
    “Uh-huh,” she breathed in front of him.
    “Do you want more of it?”
    “If…if you want me to have it…master.”
    Ah yes . Damn, his balls tightened at such hot, sexy submission. “Good girl,” he told her, using one hand to push the plug slightly deeper, the other to stroke her perfect ass, almost petting it.
    Before him, her breath grew louder, more ragged, as he began to slowly fuck her ass with the toy, pushing it in, pulling it back out, then pushing it a little deeper, using the momentum and her growing pleasure to enter the toy more thoroughly into that hot little fissure.
    Tristan feared his chest would explode from all the heat inside him by the time the ass plug slid all the way in, five or six inches deep, then caught there, her anal flesh closing over the thickest part to leave only the thinner knoblike handle