Free The Bet by Lacey Kane Page A

gag.
    A
stream of drool hit the floor.
    “That’s
right, slave. Scream for me.” He swung again, then again, over and over again,
picking up a rhythm. I screamed and cried, over and over again, until I was
begging him to fuck me and there was no more line separating pleasure and pain.
    Finally,
he put down the cane. When he came back to me, he pressed a vibrator inside my
cunt and turned it on. Then he took me by the hips and ran his hands over my
stinging cheeks. “I’m going to fuck your ass, slave.” Dustin squeezed out some
lube and spread it all around my hole, pressing his fingers up inside to
lubricate me there. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to beg me to
fuck you harder, and it is only when I’m in your ass that you’ll be allowed to
come. Is that clear?”
    “Yes,
Master.” I was breathless, waiting for him to push inside me. But still, he
just ran his fingers over my anus, adding more lube, driving me batty with
anticipation.
    “Understand
this…once I’m inside you, I’m going to keep fucking you until I’m good and
done. You beg me to stop, and I’ll keep fucking. You beg me to let you come,
and I’ll keep fucking.” Dustin pressed three fingers inside my asshole and
shoved them up as deep as they’d go, causing me to suck in a breath. “You beg
me to slow down, and still I’m just going to keep fucking. Is that clear?”
    He’d
already seen Bradford fuck my ass. He knew I could take it deep and hard and
fast…and get off on it like there was no tomorrow. There was no point in
arguing. “Yes, Master.”
    I’d
barely gotten the words out of my mouth before he pulled his fingers free and
replaced them with his cock. He pressed all the way in on the first thrust,
forcing my head down onto the floor harder than it already was. Then he pulled
out, all but an inch or so, before driving back inside me.
    And
then he was fucking me like a madman, hard and fast and so damn good. Each
thrust pressed against the vibe, sending shockwaves through me to my clit, my
tits, my toes. I called out, but have no clue what I said. I do know it sounded
something like, “Gruuunnhhhhhhhh.”
    True
to his word, he didn’t slow down or ease up at all. In fact, any time I did
anything, whether it was moan or press my hips back to meet him, he somehow
increased his intensity.
    I
felt his cock harden and grow within me, and then his sac tightened. He was
about to come. Dustin moved his grip from my hips to my breasts. “Come for me,
slave.”
    And
I did. I shattered, and felt like I was floating on the clouds while he shot
his load up inside me, spurt after spurt after spurt.
    He
pulled his cock out, but left the vibe working in my pussy. Then he left me for
a while, with my ass sticking up in the air, covered in cum. Eventually he came
back and cleaned me up with a cloth, but still he didn’t release any of my
bonds. When he was done, Dustin sat down on the floor by my head and stroked my
hair while he rejuvenated.
    We
spent the rest of the day fucking when, where, and how he saw fit. I screwed up
once and came while he was flogging my pussy, even though he’d forbidden me to
come at any time without his cock in my ass, and certainly not without his
permission. Because of that, he punished me by chaining me naked to the
basketball pole out on the beach and painting a sign on my chest that read Free
Blowjobs.
    I
sucked off six college guys while the others fingered me before Dustin decided
I’d had enough of a punishment for that infraction. Then he took me back
inside, brushed my teeth and made me gargle, and then let me suck his cock
while we watched the video of me, Bradford, and Jones at the spanking horse.
    When
the sun started to set, Dustin bent me over a sofa with my hands and arms
belted behind my back, and fucked me in the ass again…and let me come. While I
was recovering from that, he put a two-headed dildo inside me, one part in my
cunt, the other in my ass. He spun me around and