Free Animal Attraction by Tracy St. John Page B

agony. I
couldn’t imagine defying him in any way. Dan loved me, heaven help
the man. I trusted him with everything.
    He enjoyed testing that trust. “Vibrator, as
thick and long as me.”
    My pussy swelled with the new presence of the
filling toy. I made it as flesh-like as I could, envisioning Dan’s
gorgeous cock as the model. I moaned around the gag to feel it
there.
    Dan grabbed the base of it, which was all
that was visible. He eased it in and out, using it to have his way
with me. I lay wide open, a fine trembling breaking over my body as
he angled it to stimulate my G-spot.
    “Take it, girl. Take that cock,” he breathed,
watching as he made the dildo disappear into my hairless pussy. He
licked his lips. His cock bobbed up and down, expressing its
appreciation of the show.
    I felt so vulnerable like that, being made to
take the toy while Dan watched. I was a little plaything, someone
who existed solely for her master’s pleasure. The wonderful, scary
thing was that he was just getting started on me.
    He flipped the switch on the vibrator,
continuing to press it rhythmically against my hotspot. I arched as
much as my bonds allowed, crying out behind the gag. Delicious
bites of excitement darted through my sheath. The dildo moved
faster as I grew wetter, making its path easy.
    “Nipple clamps,” Dan breathed, staring at me.
“Thai sticks.”
    Again I placed the items on my body without
thought. On the heels of that, my brain yelled a rude word. I was
in for some amazing pain.
    A pair of long black rods appeared on each
tight nipple, trapping the sensitive flesh between their lengths.
Elastic bands gave tension to their grip at each joined end. I had
conjured them with the bands all the way at the ends for the
lightest possible pressure.
    Of course Dan wasn’t about to let them stay
that way. His chocolate eyes darkening with intent, he shoved the
vibrator deep into me. The toy vibrated hard against my G-spot,
enthralling me despite knowing torment was on its way.
    Dan reached for the Thai sticks. He leisurely
rolled the bands towards the middle of the clamp holding my right
nipple, watching my face all the while. The pressure went from firm
to pain quickly. I cried out as heat seared my breast. My
instinctive urge was to jerk away, to deny my master complete
acquiescence. I fought to remain still as he tormented me,
continuing to move the bands closer together. A familiar mantra
filled my head: his to play with, his to play with, his to play
with.
    I maintained control until a greater pain
hit, much what I’d imagine being stabbed by an ice pick to feel
like. I screamed and twisted. Dan grunted and gave the bands one
last little roll before moving to the other trapped nipple.
    I couldn’t stop writhing at that point.
Profound heat and throbbing doubled. My choked sounds of anguish
rang in the cavernous reading room. Agony filled my senses, my
world centering on it.
    Yet a part of me reveled in surrendering all
to the man I loved. I was aware of him standing over me, his dark
eyes taking in my misery, his face filled with adoration as I
submitted to him in everything. Between my cries I heard Dan sigh.
He stroked his cock as he watched me struggle. A small part of me
knew that for any distress I suffered, I would be given double the
ecstasy.
    But for the moment, it hurt like crazy. It
hurt so much that I couldn’t think of things like losing Tristan,
screwing Gerald in a moment of weakness, and being stuck in
Patricia’s vampire body half the time – a body I still couldn’t fly
after weeks of trying. Pain had its uses.
    Little by little, my tortured nipples began
to numb. At the same time, Dan slid the humming vibrator in and out
of me again while one thumb drew slow circles around my clit. Pain
and arousal each made a bid for my attention. At first the torment
of my tits held sway, making the slow licks of pleasure almost
nonexistent. Then came a gradual shifting as my delight in
surrender and