Page 85 of Breaking Lucia
She whimpers as I put a little lube on the tip of the nozzle and spread her wider, lifting her a little so I can slide the nozzle easily into her ass. I make sure it’s firmly in place then tell her, “Stay still. If you make a mess, you’re cleaning it up. I’m letting the water in now. It’ll feel weird, but it won’t hurt much.”
This time.
I unclip the tubing, letting the water start to rush inside her.
I can see it when it starts to fill her because her eyes go wide, and she jerks. She starts to reach for the nozzle, and I catch her wrist. “What did I say about making a mess?” I ask. “Lie still.”
“How… long is this going to take?” she asks, still looking so pathetic that I want to rub my cock all over her face and make her suck it while she takes the water and stays all plugged up.
I shrug. “A few minutes for it to empty. Then let it sit for five minutes or so.” I smile wickedly at her.
“What?” I revel in the panic in her expression as I reach down and carefully rub her stomach. She’s a skinny little thing, but the liquid flowing into her is making her stomach bulge out just the tiniest bit, and I love that look on her. I pet her gently to ease her through this.
“It’s… It’s weird,” Lucia complains. She tries to cover her face with her arm, but I pull it back down.
“No hiding from me,” I admonish. “I want to see everything.”
She blushes, and doesn’t that look enticing? Red and embarrassed and, probably trying to hold back tears. I smirk at her and decide I don’t necessarily want to make this easy for her.
I slowly push down on her belly, and Lucia flinches. She squeezes her eyes shut. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Your hand… please don’t…”
Her belly contracts underneath my hand, and I can imagine she’s feeling a pretty hard cramp. I toy with the idea of forcing the liquid into her faster, to make the cramps worse, but I decide I’ll reserve that for another time.
I pull my hand away, and Lucia sighs in relief. I don’t know why she thinks I’m done, but I let her have that delusion for a few seconds, until her expression smooths over a bit.
Then I bring my fingers to her clit and start rubbing in slow circles.
“No!” She grabs my wrist and shakes her head emphatically. “Please don’t. I can’t—”
Fuck, this is so hot. My cock is tenting my briefs and I’m half tempted to get on with it, but torturing Lucia is a lot of fun too.
“Make up your mind, Princess. Either I play with your belly, or I play with your clit. Your choice.”
She whimpers.
“Well?” I stroke her belly again instead of her clit, and she shakes her head.
“My… my clit,” she says, her voice trembling in that delicious way that makes me want to kiss her and kiss her until she can’t breathe—and kissing is one of Saint’s kinks, not mine. But there’s something about those whimpers and gasps that make me want to take them all for myself.
I smile at her and go back to circling her clit. It doesn’t take long for her body to react—despite the nozzle and water—and she starts squirming under my touch for different reasons entirely.
I can see it when a cramp runs through her, the way her face scrunches up with pain, but that happens far less than moments of pleasure.
“I think the water’s done,” she whispers helplessly.
“And I think you deserve some pleasure for taking it so well,” I tell her, still playing with her. “I think you should get to come before you let it all go.”
Lucia looks at me with those wide, pleading eyes, and it almost makes me rethink my position.
Almost.
But I keep going, playing with her plump little clit as her breaths start to come faster, until her thighs are trembling.
She’s on the verge in minutes despite the water inside of her, despite any cramping she may be feeling, and it pleases me to know she can be manipulated like this. She really is a slut, but the idea of anyone but Saint and Victor touching her… Well, she can beourslut, but no one else’s.