Free Taken by Cassandre Dayne

of arrogance, but she acquiesced, bending over her slender hands parting her ass cheeks.
    “Legs wider.”
    A single whimper escaped her lips as she obeyed the command.
    Craze was so turned on, his cock aching to the point he was having difficulty seeing clearly. He placed two fingers into his mouth, sucking on the long digits, and settled behind her. He kept his fingers in his mouth, sucking as he used a single finger of his other hand, trailing a line down her spine. The touch was kinetic, the effect simultaneous. They were both wet with need.
    Moaning, she nearly tumbled over, one hand touching the floor. After moving back into position, she resumed her stance, pulling until her rosy hole was exposed.
    He removed his fingers and glared at the wetness in the dim lighting. “Did you enjoy me fucking you in the ass?”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Good, because that’s where whores should be fucked. You’re going to wear a plug from now on when you’re not with me. Do you understand?”
    Jess flipped her head in an effort to look at him. “Yes. I mean…”
    Crack!
    He knew the single hard snap was enough. “You will. I need your asshole large and ready for use any time I desire, whether cock or fist.” His left leg was twitching, creating friction in his groin as he slid his wet fingers down the crack of her ass. When he reached her asshole, he showed no mercy, shoving both in as deep as possible.
    “Oh God!” Jess’ body jerked, but to her credit she kept her cheeks open.
    “Tight. Hot. Just the way I like my sweet cunts.” The dirty words were something he’d never said to another. With Jess, they were exactly what he wanted to say, what she needed to hear. He flexed his fingers open, thrusting them harder and faster into her sweet hole. His heart racing, he grabbed her around the neck, keeping her steady as the actions grew more frenetic.
    Beads of perspiration dribbled down from her neck onto her shoulders. She continued moaning as she was finger fucked and a tight smile remained on her serene face.
    The moment continued, a simple act to ease her fears, to ignite his passions.
    “We’re going to exchange phone numbers and any time I text, you’ll do exactly want I tell you, no matter where you are. No matter what you’re doing,” Craze whispered.
    “Oh God yes.”
    “Good girl.” Removing his fingers, he guided her toward one of his most prized possessions. The ‘X’ cross was sterling in composition and gleamed in the amber light. “One day you’ll beg me to be attached, to take the whip. One day, you’ll understand the woman you can be.” He wanted nothing more than to shackle her arms and legs, drag out the Quirt, a piece he’d purchased only two months before. The whip was the perfect round of punishment, a leather reminder of a submissive’s place.
    “Yes…yes, I want and I…” Jess shook her head, a nervous laugh slipping past her lips.
    “Soon my sub, soon.”
    Her look remained one of defiance. “What if I can’t?”
    “You already are.”
    The words hung in the air.
    Craze continued the tour, describing exactly what every apparatus would do. With every passing minute he could tell how excited she’d become. The delicious scent of her feminine wiles wafted between them. When he stopped them in front of the spanking horse, he wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing. “This one will be something you learn well, my dear.” Placing her hand on the smooth wooden surface, he nuzzled into her neck, licking the base of her earlobe. His whisper was subtle. “For bad little girls.”
    “Oh Craze. I mean sir I…” Her laughter held a lilt, his nipples hard.
    He bent her over temporarily, holding her in position as he rubbed her ass. Her pussy lips were peeking out, swollen with need. In his mind he could envision caning them until they were red, raw and swollen, then fucking her ruthlessly. Exhaling, he tried to maintain control as he drove all four fingers inside of her pussy.