Free The Marshal's Little Girl by Ava Sinclair Page B

you suck my cock. Do you like sucking my cock, Billy?”
    She drew on the bottle harder, looking up at Gage submissively through long, tear-sodden lashes as she nodded. His words excited her, and she realized that in spite of the embarrassment, she rather liked the feel of the bottle in her mouth, and the way Gage looked at her as she drew on the nipple. She could feel his bulge pressing into her sore bottom as she drained the last of the liquid.
    “Now, that’s better,” he said. “But to remind you that I’m not going to put up with any more of your disobeying, I’m going to stick my cock up your ass now.”
    She wanted to object, to tell him she didn’t want that. But the truth was, she did, and her pussy was pulsing hungrily at the thought. She’d been unplugged after the enema, and to her surprise the experience had not left her sore. There was no dread of taking Gage’s cock, but just the same she was relieved when she saw him slather his veiny length with a slick lubricant to ease its passage.
    “Are you ready for my cock?” He slapped the side of her reddened ass with it, and she moaned.
    “Oh, yes. Please fill my bottom with your cock,” she replied, quivering with excitement.
    She felt the pressure of the tip nudging against her hole. Then came the sting as the head pushed deeper, past her little anal ring. She gripped the bedclothes, gritted her teeth, bore down and pushed out, opening her back passage for the intrusion of his thick length.
    Billy was so full, so full. She moaned as he continued to push inside of her, giving her more than she thought she could handle. Gage’s hand moved beneath her to circle her clit, her juices so copious now that it seemed he was having a hard time keeping a finger on the hardened little nub. She felt him push a finger into her sopping pussy once his cock was fully seated in her ass. Billy moaned, feeling completely and utterly consumed and dominated by him. The tall handsome U.S. marshal had not just captured her body, but also her very psyche. He knew how to play her, how to say all the right things to make her feel safe and protected and submissive. She swirled into little space, murmuring little promises to obey, to always obey.
    “Oh, I’ll be a good girl now!” she said. “I promise.”
    “You’re damn right,” he said, pumping now. “You’ll be a good girl or I’ll spank that ass and then fuck it. Or maybe I’ll spank and fuck you just because it makes me feel good, or because it makes you feel good. But it’ll always be for my pleasure. Always.”
    His words caused her to come, her silken walls gripping his fingers as he flooded her ass with his seed. It was glorious—dizzyingly glorious.
    He gently wiped her down afterwards, telling her how much she pleased him as he cleaned her of his seed. As soon as Billy stood from where she was leaning over the bed, there was a knock at the door. It was the maid again, and Billy blushed, realizing the servant had to have heard the sounds she had been making and had waited discreetly for the right time to bid entry.
    She offered to dress Billy for the day—an offer that Gage accepted as he sat down to look at a newspaper she’d brought up. Celeste had sent along a trunk of clothes, and today the maid helped Billy don a pretty yellow dress that was only slightly shorter than the one she’d worn the day before.
    “Nurse Ida sent these up,” the maid said, holding up shorter stockings that just came to above Billy’s knees. “She said the others aren’t fit for a little girl like you.”
    Billy bit back a response. She found Nurse Ida too officious in matters that were none of her business, and she looked over to see if there was any glimmer of agreement from Gage, but he was ignoring the whole thing. It didn’t surprise her, though. He was a U.S. marshal. Choosing clothes for her wasn’t something he was particularly interested in doing, even if he did seem to appreciate the results.
    “Dr. Adler