my car is worth—before walking behind me.
The sound of the belt swishing through the air is the only warning I receive before the fire explodes in a line of pain across my ass. My scream fills the air, the sensation startling me. Another line of heat cuts across the first, then another. He’s lashing my ass continuously—there is no pause, no doubt, this is punishment. The bite of leather is a reminder of whom I belong to, the promises I’ve made him, the commitment I’ve given. He isn’t harming me, he is taming me. Bending me to his will. Giving me everything I have ever asked of him, and every ounce of what I need. There is pleasure-pain of the greatest depth here.
The lashes fall, like rain on a parched desert land. I arch my back to him, silently encouraging him.
More.
Harder.
Faster.
Please.
My cries of pain are mixed with my mewls of passionate pleasure.
“Bad girls don’t get pleasure.” The belt thuds to the ground. His hand wraps in my hair again, yanking my head back. He claims my mouth with his, his lips pressing harshly against mine, bruising them.
“I’m going to take your beautiful, strapped ass now.”
The blood in my veins turns to ice. Anal is not my favorite and he knows it, but it is the most primal act, the biggest act of ownership he performs on me.
I have my safeword.
I won’t use it. I can take it. I will take it. For him, and for myself.
He blurs, and suddenly he’s behind me again. My thong is being pulled tightly along my slit. It feels like the world’s worst wedgie. He yanks it upward and I’m lifted straight off the bench.
“Your underwear is soaked.” The sound of material tearing fills my ears, the fabric burning my skin as it is torn from my body. His hands squeeze my swollen, hot ass. The feel of his cock at the entrance of my sex has me hopeful… until I hear his laugh.
He enters my wet, waiting, begging pussy with one long thrust. My sex happily obliges, and I lift my hips up and back, moving in a circular motion. Once, twice, three more times he pulls out and thrusts into my slickness. He pulls out the fourth time, and I feel the emptiness deep inside of me.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be empty long. I’m about to own that ass.” My ass cheeks are spread by his rough fingers, goosebumps rising all over my body. It is time. I clench down, preparing.
A sharp slap comes down hard on my upper thigh. I unclench my muscles.
“Good girl.”
The head of his cock is pressing against my asshole. He is thick and long. The thickest I’ve ever had. He stretches my pussy every time he enters it, no matter how frequently we have sex. It hurt my asshole—both times, I felt it for days afterward. His dick probes my tight hole, and I whimper as I feel the pressure. It is going to hurt… and I’m going to love it.
The guttural half-groan in my ears is mine, as is the half-scream when he lunges forward, his cock tearing through my ring and penetrating me, firmly sinking to the very depth, his balls resting on the heated, freshly scalded skin of my ass. Bentley grabs my hair, holding it like a handle, lifting my head off the bench and straight up until I’m staring ahead into the dark redness of Club Toxic.
I know the room is full. I sense people are watching. I can feel their eyes, their presence. It heightens the experience.
“They all know who you belong to.” His words confirm that he is reading each thought that comes into my head. He fucks me then, holding nothing back, pounding my asshole like only he, the one who owns me, could possibly do. His pulsing orgasm shoots his cum deep into me, and he withdraws. I lie still, panting and used, over the horse, awaiting further instruction.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Open your mouth, Butterfly.” This time it isn’t his cock that is before me. A gold, diamond jeweled butt plug is held out. Mindlessly, I obey. I coat the plug with my saliva, knowing it might be the only lube he puts on it before it is inserted into me.
I am right. The thick plug, lubricated only with my spit, is pushed into my well-fucked asshole. My muscles tighten around it, quivering as he forces it in. He twists it around, for effect, before pushing it