Rich Promise by Ashe Barker Page B

nod.
    “Right. But first, how does this feel?” He takes the finger grip of the butt plug and swirls it inside me.
    The sensation bursts into life again, reinvigorated, and quite agonizing. I jerk uncontrollably, casting him a baleful look.
    “Your expression is not one I care for. Will a spanking be required, Summer?”
    I shake my head hard. Please, not now.
    “Okay, but watch it. Now, here’s the deal. I’ll stroke your clit. I’ll even let you come, but only after you ask me to fuck your arse with the plug. Accept the arse-fuck, and you get the orgasm. Would you like that, little slut?”
    Would I? Good question. Silly question. Of course I would. I nod slowly. The smile that blooms across Dan’s handsome face is positively wicked.
    “Oh, my beautiful, sexy little slut, you never let me down. Shall we continue then?”
    Again, I nod. And I brace myself for what’s to come.
    Except it’s different again, as he surely knew it would be. I’m more attuned now to the way the oil feels, the way it affects me. My body is adjusting, the chilly heat now adding piquancy and spice rather than discomfort. When Dan takes the finger grip in his hand again and this time draws the plug back out of my arse, the sensation is sweet, satisfying, the delightful friction heightened by my over-sensitized inner walls. My muscles contract around the plug, greedy for more. Dan plunges it back into me. The movement is hard and sharp. The sensation is intensely erotic and I want more—much more. I lift my bottom up, arching my back provocatively.
    “Good girl, loving that.”
    Dan’s soft murmur warms me, melts me. I wait, poised for his next move. He withdraws the plug again, to thrust it back in hard. He repeats, this time reaching under me to lay the pad of his finger across my clit. He rubs gently as he continues to fuck my arse with the butt plug. The heat is fading from the peppermint oil now, but Dan’s actions are swift and drive deep. He maintains the pressure, building my arousal.
    My orgasm is not long in coming, building fast, enveloping me. Waves of pleasure pulse through me, starting initially in my arse and radiating outwards, only to settle and concentrate at my clit as Dan caresses the throbbing bud. He flicks the tip lightly, then takes the whole of the swelling nub between his thumb and index finger and tugs as my release sweeps through my body.
    He does not let up, even as my orgasm passes. He continues to stroke and squeeze, maintaining me at the brink of orgasm as he again thrusts the plug in and out of my arse. He’s firm, my body is his to use, to play with. And he is certainly using it now. But he’s not rough, not even slightly. I hum my pleasure behind the gag, then groan in protest as he withdraws his touch from my pussy. Dan’s fingers in my hair are the only indication he’s loosening it, but suddenly the ties are dangling and I spit out the ball.
    “You have something to say, little slut?”
    I work my tongue, sucking in my cheeks, regaining control of my mouth. Then, “Yes Sir, That was wonderful.”
    “You want more?”
    “Please, yes.”
    “More of this?” He takes the plug and fucks me with it again, three or four swift strokes. I groan into the sheepskin rug beneath my cheek, my face turned to him.
    “Or this?” He takes my clit again, rolls it firmly between his fingers.
    “Sir, I’m going to come. I can’t help it…” Do I have permission? Do I need it?
    “Are you. That sounds nice.”
    Thank God.
    “I want your cock inside me. Please, Sir.”
    “Do you want to keep the plug a bit longer?”
    “Yes. I want your cock and the plug, Sir.”
    “So, you’ve become attached to it. And greedy too. What am I going to do with you?”
    “Anything, Sir, anything. But please, fuck me now.”
    “When you put it so delicately, how could I turn you down?”
    I gasp as Dan slips his hands under my stomach to raise my bum up a little more before setting me down on his cock. He slides into