Page 31 of Over the Line
“No, Sir. It’s you.” She meant his treatment of her was the perfect thing, and she hoped he understood that because her tongue suddenly felt too big for her mouth.
Without responding, he parted her butt cheeks.
“Lift your rear higher for me.”
She maneuvered, but the position forced her breasts down. His ass-warming had distracted her, but now she was hyperaware of the clamps again. After tonight, she might opt out of having her nipples tormented.
Momentarily, he played with her pussy, making her slicker. His delicious spanking had already prepared her for him.
Master Michael placed the tip of his cock against her and began to ease his way inside, making her suck in a breath. He pulled back after the first couple of shallow strokes, driving her mad. “Sir!”
“So wet,” he said. “Patience.”
He might as well have asked the earth to stop spinning. She arched her back, trying to encourage him along, but this annoying man moved at his own—glacial—pace. She told herself not to be frustrated—after all, he’d made sure their time together was memorable—but damn, she was ready to have his entire cock in her.
“Give up the struggle.”
Since he offered no other choice, she attempted to school her mind.
He rocked his pelvis, going deeper with each thrust.
Sydney forced her fingers apart. And when she took his advice, the slow fuck became more enjoyable.
“That’s it,” he said.
She became aware of all the sensations, the way his length filled her and the way his girth stretched her.
Once more, his work-hewn hands were on her buttocks, parting the globes. His thrusts slid her breasts back and forth on the mattress, and the resulting pain shot straight to her pussy. On its journey it seemed to transform into pleasure, and an orgasm began to unfurl. “Sir, that’s… I’m struggling for control.”
“Take your climax,” he told her, his voice enveloping her. “From here on, you don’t need permission.”
His earlier denial made his change of heart more empowering, and his words unleashed her.
He continued his unhurried pace.
It was enough.
She arched her back more, flattening her breasts, and offering herself to him. He sank in deep, and he moved his grip to her hip bones, holding her in place.
“Come,” he whispered. He pulled back then surged forward.
She cried out as the orgasm pulsed through her.
“Ride it,” he instructed.
She shuddered against him, prolonging the thrill.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s it…”
Once the shocks had subsided, the sound of something wet reached her, and she suspected he’d squirted out a dollop of lube. Reflexively she squeezed her lower body. Then he pressed something cold against her anus.
“Open your ass for me.”
Helplessly, she drummed her fingers on the bed.
“I mean it.”
He reached beneath her to pinch the side of her breast, then the bastard took advantage of her shift to insert the tip of his finger into her rectum. “It will be better than you’re expecting,” he promised.