Free Summer Pain by Destiny Blaine Page B

mound against his thigh and whimpered when he spread her cheeks. “I’m going to take you here.” He pressed his thumb to her asshole. “Has a man ever invaded you anally, Summer?”
    She shook her head too quickly, and he wasn’t sure he believed her.
    “Never?” he asked, pushing the pad of his thumb right inside the puckered opening.
    “No, Sir.” Her hips jerked when he thrust the digit still higher.
    “Such a tight little vixen,” he whispered, returning to the satchel.
    Finding the lube, he doused his fingers in the clear substance before tossing the tube in the top of the bag. “Now then, doll. Relax for me.”
    She spread her legs, and he took a deep breath, admiring the impression before him, the pretty picture she painted. Her willingness to do anything he asked made him as erect as a stallion with several mares to breed. He circled her small back entrance with his middle finger before entering her.
    Wiggling the weight of the first digit deep inside her channel, he asked, “How does that feel, sub?”
    “Fine, okay.”
    “Just fine and okay?” He added another finger. “How about this?”
    A throaty note of appreciation slipped from her lips. Her bottom clenched around his fingers.
    “I like it, Sir.”
    “I know you do, sub,” he whispered. Withdrawing his fingers, he took a small plug from his bag, a granite stone with an oval tip. “And you’ll love everything we do together.”
    Smoothing lubricant over the stone, he ran the bulb-shaped head down the seam of her ass then inserted the plug right inside her hole. She jolted forward at the intrusion.
    “Please, Sir.” Her soft whimpers sounded like music. “I need more than what you’re giving me.”
    “In due time, you’ll have everything you need and more.”

 
    Chapter Twelve
     
     
    In less than an hour, Summer had determined her life’s course. Tigger was part of her future. Regardless of how long she’d known him, she found herself submersed in the illusion of love, a love that wasn’t beyond her reach.
    Her bottom clenched around the cool stone, and her pussy wept as Tigger toyed with the butt plug, twisting and turning the object until she felt stretched and prepared. Above all else, she was eager for new experiences she only wanted to share with him.
    Without thinking about consequences, she pushed the heel of her hand against her mound and reached for her clit. “Tigger, please.”
    A guttural growl fell from his lips, and without any warning, he flipped her over on her back and stared down at her. He looked hungry, totally famished, and she realized how she could sate his growing appetite.
    “What do you need, sub?” His eyes twinkled. His jaw flexed.
    “I need you, Sir.” She touched his face. “Please, take me. Fuck me.”
    His response was a sudden slap against her bare mound, and her entire body shook with a multitude of sensations. Her nipples throbbed. Her clit burned. She squeezed her ass cheeks together, and the toy embedded inside her traveled deeper, raking against her sensitive tissue and making her dizzy with blinding lust.
    “Again, Sir,” she rasped, going for her clit once more.
    This time, he took her hand in his and drew her fingers to his lips. Encased by gray shadows, his eyes appeared darker than before, and the intense longing was evident. His willpower was disintegrating, and she could see him losing his grip. She would soon shatter his sought-after control.
    “What can I give you, Sir?”
    “You’ve already given me more than I ever realized I needed.”
    “Then show me. Fuck me until I’m a believer, Sir.”
    His goals apparently changed then. He cradled her in his arms and stood. Placing her in the center of the bed, he whispered at her ear, “I want to hear you cry out in pleasure, sub.”
    As soon as her head hit the pillow, Tigger pried her knees apart and positioned his body between her splayed legs.
    “Relax.” He tucked his chin almost to his chest, eyed her bottom, and