Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Beside the diamond object, he placed a cord covered in balls of all different sizes. The width of each ball increased, graduating from small and slender on one end to thicker on the other.
Besides that, he placed a pitcher of water and a glass. On the other side of the glass, he lay down a long thick—Marigold’s eyes widened and she struggled to sit up.
“Stay.”
She hated when he spoke to her like an animal. “That’s not going inside of me.”
“Incorrect. All of this is going inside of you.” He filled a glass of water and stood before her at the bolster. “Head up.”
Her shoulders were weak from tensing. He pressed the glass to her lips and tipped it so water rushed into her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her nipples hardened at the cold drops and she moaned in distress.
“Swallow all of it. I want you fully watered when I get you nice and wet.”
He held the back of her head and forced her to drink the entire glass. She gasped for breath when he finally stepped away.
Eyes wide, she watched as he lifted the ornate bottle and pumped several drops of what she assumed was oil into his hand. He then reached for the knotted plastic rope and rounded the bolster. She instinctively tried to follow him with her eyes, but he shoved her back down.
“Time to hold your ass open again.” Cold oil drizzled down her spine as he massaged it between her crack. “Nice and wide, so I can see.”
Her palms tingled from the whip, which made her grip clumsy, but she tried to work with him, believing what he’d said earlier about staying relaxed.
His finger found her tight hole and pressed.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
He paused, but left his finger partially penetrating the tight muscle. It was enough to scramble her thoughts. “Do you want me to stop?”
Stop meant home. “I…” Shit. Shit! Panic welled inside of her, but she couldn’t back out now. She just needed a moment to mentally prepare for what he planned to do. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He chuckled. “Gotta love a virgin ass. You won’t be able to claim the same tomorrow.” His thumb pressed all the way in and she screamed.
He held it there, waiting for her to accept the intrusion and figure out that screaming only made things worse.
“That’s better,” he said when she silenced.
A fevered sweat broke out over her skin and her breasts stuck to the damp leather of the bolster as she panted. Heat trailed up her spine as he stepped closer.
Still hard as a rock, he bent over her and whispered, “Soon, it’ll be my cock in your ass.”
She closed her eyes in shame, knowing he spoke the truth.
He pulled his thumb back ever so slightly, only to wedge it back in again. “Very good. I think you like having your ass filled.”
She didn’t. It was awkward and mind scrambling and overwhelming in a way regular sex simply was not. As soon as he withdrew his thumb she gasped in relief. Pressing her cheek to the cool leather, she caught her breath.
He returned to the table, then moved behind her again.
“Please…”
“Ah, yes, such a pretty beggar. Give me a ‘pretty please, Stone’, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
She doubted that, but she was desperate. “Pretty please, Stone.”
“Now, that wasn’t convincing at all.” He chuckled and drizzled more oil down her crack. Ensuring her hands had a tight grip on her ass, he aligned the first bead of the plastic rope with her ass and pushed. “Just a little ball.”
She was instantly aware of the intrusion and certain it was only going to get worse.
“Take a breath.”
She did and he used that moment to push the next bead inside of her. She stared forward with wide eyes, no longer able to keep her head in a resting position.
“Remember what I said about relaxing.”
“I can’t.”
“Your call.”
As if any of this was her call. Another bead sank into her and she groaned through gritted teeth.
“It’s getting tight now, isn’t it?”
“Now? It’s been—ah! Mother fucker!”
He chuckled, the sound dark and excited. “Just a few more.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“No, I—Ahhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Get it out! Get it out!”
“Hush,” he stopped, cupping her jaw and angling her head back, so his mouth pressed close to her ear. “Breathe. It’s for your own good.”
She was delirious. Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I can’t.”
“You can. You need this.”
“Why?”
“Because.” His grip gentled, sliding loosely to her throat. His warm breath teased her cheek, which was damp from tears she didn’t recall shedding. “There are three of us, Marigold. What did you think we meant when we said you were ours? Did you think we would always take turns? Some of us aren’t good at waiting.”
“Please, Stone,” she pleaded. “It’s too much.”