Page 39 of Alaric's Hidden Gem

“I’m as dry as the Mongolian desert,” I croaked out since my throat was raw.

He grunted but didn't say anything. When he placed me face down on a bench. I noticed it was different from the last one. He could have sneaked this in at night or when I napped with the boys during the day. He strapped my thighs and ankles in place, so I was on my hands and knees but high off the ground. He pulled my arms backwards and attached my wrists to cuffs, but then he hooked them to a chain, keeping my arms in the air, which put some pressure on my shoulders. When he came to stand before me, he cupped my dangling breasts with a smug look on his face.

“If you're not as dry as the Mongolian desert, what punishment should I give you for lying?”

“I’m sorry, Master. It was a joke,” I said, looking away from his eyes, but I bit my lip to hide my smile.

He pinched my nipples, causing me to gasp and look up at him.

“I will think of something,” he said with a devilish wink as he released my nipples, leaving them to ache because he usually rubbed the pain away.

He adjusted the bench beneath my torso so it took some of the strain from my shoulders and arms before he disappeared. I felt a sudden smack against my ass, and it wasn't his hand. I glanced back to see him holding the black leather paddle in his hand. It was the slut paddle which meant I was fucked. I took a deep breath and looked away from his ominous expression.

When he began to smatter the paddle fast and furiously all over my ass and thighs with his super speed, my brain couldn't keep up with the pain, and I held my breath. My flesh felt as if it was on fire. I groaned in relief when his hands slowly rubbed my aching flesh.

“Mmm, now you look like a lying little slut with your wet cunt dripping on my bench, but something is missing,” he mused.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, nearly crying at this point because he hadn't once touched my pussy.

“Not quite yet,” he said, pulling my hair and nipping my shoulder.

He moved away from my back, and the next thing I felt was lube squirting on my ass. I clenched the wooden bench between my thighs when he began to push something inside my asshole. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my ass. The thing was long and felt bumpy.

“My good little whore, just a few more beads to spread your ass open,” he said, cupping my pussy with his fingers.

I desperately tried to push myself back on him, but the straps around my thighs and ankles didn't budge.

“So hungry to be bred. I’m going to drown your cunt with my cum tonight, baby,” he said, shoving the beads in my ass.

I grunted, but I was relieved to feel the final bead slip inside of me. His body pressed against my hips and thighs, and I felt him rest his cock on my ass and back.

“Are you going to give me a daughter, Gemma?”

“I will give you whatever you want if you fuck me, Master,” I panted out.

I felt the head of his cock rub my pussy. I was so wet that it slipped up and down before he eased it inside of me. I cried out in relief, feeling his thick length inside me.

“Does that feel good?” he asked as he gripped my ass cheeks.

“It feels so fucking good, Master. Please give it to me hard,” I said in a strangled voice that sounded foreign to my ears.

“Don’t worry fuck slave, I’m going to give it to you hard all night long,” he said as he began to fuck me as hard as he promised. “For the next five to six nights.”

I didn't care what he said or did as long as he didn't stop. The sound of my straps hitting the wood and the bench made straining noises, but it was the feel and sound of his flesh slapping mine that made me explode around his dick. The beads in my ass took my orgasm to the next level. My hands yanked on the cuffs as my muscles continued to milk my Master’s cock.

I wailed out a cry when I finally caught my breath as he spat a stream of expletives out and gripped my arms as he continued to slam into me. I felt his teeth sink into my wrist as his cock erupted inside of me. He moaned against my wrist as his cock shot out more cum. I relaxed on the bench, breathing heavily but so grateful I’d finally come. I loved my boys, and Alaric did most of the heavy lifting with them, but I’d missed this level of insane fuckery.

“Yeah, take it deep inside your hungry little hole, baby,” he said after he pulled his fangs out of me.

He began to lick my wrist before he unhooked my cuffs from the chain. He didn't untie, but he stood up and began to slowly fuck me again.

“One down, forty-nine to go,” he murmured.

I glanced back at him, but he was looking at my ass.

Oh boy. It was going to be a long night indeed.

Alaric