Free Model Fantasy by Abby Gordon Page A

pushed the bigger one in. To Francine, the new one felt twice as big, but she knew his erection was even bigger.
    “All right, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear. “What’s your word?”
    “S…silk,” she gasped. “The plug,” she panted, squeezing her ass to hold it in. When it started to vibrate, she panicked slightly. “What…it’s moving.”
    “To prepare you better. I’m not going to just insert Tab A into Slot B,” he reminded her, hands stroking her back and sides. “Just like this.” He pressed against her and traced his fingers down her spine until they circled her puckered hole. “It’s so hard to wait to have my cock in this tight ass of yours.”
    All she could think of was him fucking her like that. His heavy body on hers, pinning her to the mattress, or the floor, or even the cross she was bound to. She wouldn’t be able to resist him. That act more than anything else would be one of his total domination. And she didn’t want to wait anymore.
    “Master, please,” she pleaded. “Take me like that now. Please.”
    “Not yet, sweetheart. You’re not ready. I’d rather wait and make sure you can take me here.” His finger tapped the end of the plug. “Some Doms rush things. Their subs pay the price.” His lips nibbled the tip of her ear. “I’m not going to have that with you. Understand?”
    Leaning back against him, she nodded. He was taking care of her. Even though it was clear that he wanted to penetrate that last orifice with his cock, he wasn’t going to until he was certain she could take him without being injured. That was certainly more than Kevin had done! The first time they’d had sex, that was where he’d taken her. No wonder, she realized, understanding dawning on her, she’d had trouble reacting to his touch later. Why on earth had she continued dating him? Much less accepted his proposal! Why had she stayed with someone who was such a…bully, she closed her eyes. This man was totally different. He was someone she had instinctively trusted just hearing his voice.
    “I understand. Even though I want to feel you inside me now.”
    Suddenly she felt his hands at her ankles. As his body supported her, he freed her wrists.
    “Master?”
    Without a word, he turned her around and refastened her to the cross. She whimpered. Oh, this was going to be worse! From the slight curve of his lips, she could tell that he wanted her begging for him to fuck her. No matter how much she tried, she knew she would. Her need for him would be greater than her pride.
    His arm came up and down. She felt the soft leather across her breasts and belly. Heat flared, both in where the strikes landed and in her pussy. She moaned as he worked his way up and down her body. Master indeed! He knew a woman’s body and played her like a virtuoso with his favorite instrument. When a leather tip caught her pussy, she cried out, hearing her own hunger in the sound. Knowing how close she was, he increased the number of hits there, and the intensity.
    Trembling, she felt her juices start dripping down her thighs.
    “Master, please,” she whimpered. “Please.”
    “What do you want, sweetheart?”
    The leather strips fanned across her abdomen, wrapping around her thighs and teasing her clit and folds. She moaned, twisting toward him as much as possible.
    “Please,” she begged.
    “What do you need from me, sweetheart?” he said quietly, bringing his arm back again. “What do you want?”
    “I need you,” she told him. “I want your cock inside my pussy. I need you.”
    As she kept whispering the words, the lashes continued. She felt like she was in a new age meditation class and ‘I need you’ was her mantra. It was her sole focus. All that mattered was him fucking her. All she needed was him possessing her. Everything was a blur as her entire being centered on him taking her.
    When the heat of his body suddenly pressed against hers, she gasped, startled. Then she melted against him. He