Page 12 of Daddy's Stowaway
“I understand.”
“Follow me.” Alex was wearing a towel around his waist, but I was naked and hoped he didn’t have any servants lurking around. Through a door located on the other side of the bathroom was a large bedroom with a hand-carved bed in the center of the room. I could see the sun had traveled across the sky, steadily moving toward sunset and nighttime. But what captured my complete attention was a pretty odd-looking piece of furniture in one corner of the room. A seat of sorts comprised of three large sets of plexiglass figure eights that looked sturdy. Between the large eights was empty space.
“What is that?”
“You’ll see,” he said ominously.
He guided me onto the odd-looking chair, my thighs straddling the middle set of eights while my elbows rested on the front group, and as expected, my asscheeks were on the back two. The position required my legs be stretched apart, but not so widely I was uncomfortable. He grabbed some white silky rope and first tied my thighs in place, followed by my forearms. I had no choice but to bend forward with my back entrance on full display.
I felt vulnerable but not afraid as Alex would never hurt me. I know that was a lot of faith for someone who had been constantly lied to and used. But then why bother to not hand me in at the airport as a thief, or purchase me a wardrobe, and he’d saved me from drowning, not the actions of a man who held ill intent toward me. So yes, I was calm with my anus on full display for his eyes only.
Alex had the odd apparatus facing a mirror, allowing me to view myself trussed up like a pig at the island luau I believed they held here.
I watched as Alex retrieved something from a drawer beside the bed, and a moment later I felt something cold at my puckered anal opening and realized as he rubbed that it must be lubrication. He slid a machine underneath me that had a cock attached to it.
“What’s going on?”
Alex lined up the machine and turned it on. If I dropped my head low enough, I could see the fake cock move upward. I tensed, waiting for it to stab into my poor anus, but instead, the cock barely entered my pussy. It wasn’t deep enough to provide any type of satisfaction, as the head was barely getting in and then disappearing. It was annoying as fuck! Then he left and came back with a small bag. I felt something prodding at the edges of my ass opening and attempted to clench my cheeks together in response.
Alex chuckled as I fought a losing battle and felt something large fully penetrate and sit deep in my ass. He left again, this time coming back with the antique wooden brush, the very same one he’d used on my hair, only a few minutes ago.
He brought it down just as the tip of the dildo pressed against my opening.
“Twenty strokes, and then the heat you feel on the outside will be on the inside.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but being bent as I was, the skin across my backside was stretched tight, and the sting from the brush was almost unbearable. When the strokes ended, tears were leaking from my eyes. Yet, I was so turned on and frustrated by the barely-there cock at my weeping opening.
Then I felt a new sensation in my ass. Alex replaced the first object with something that offered a pleasant warmth to begin with but quickly changed to high heat as Alex moved the item slowly in and out for several strokes. Now my ass felt full, my vajayjay achingly empty, and my asscheeks throbbed from the brush.
Then the rush of heat intensified, and my insides felt like they were on fire. I let out a screech of shock. My eyes flew up to the mirror and found Alex watching me with his sparkling, almost black ones. He stood behind me, moving that cursed burning thing in and out of my ass, knowing full well the effect it was having. I was sweating all over as the heat overwhelmed me.
“What is that?” I panted.
“Galangal,” Alex answered. “It is a little more peppery than the type of ginger you would use in the States.”
“Ginger! My ass is the Sahara Desert at its peak,” I shrieked and then let loose a string of curses that would have made most people blush. But Alex’s eyes just got darker if that were possible.
“You see, my bratty girl, the ginger will build and burn you so fiercely that you will beg me to fuck you. While the cock that should be fucking you will only provide frustration. The only question now is how long will I leave you here?”
He was going to leave me here, tied and suffering? No!
“Alexander Savage, don’t you dare leave me like this.”
His eyes glittered dangerously. “I will leave you here like this, and you will learn your place.” He turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Bastard!” I screamed at the closed door.
I don’t know how much time passed as my emotional state wavered from one extreme to the next, wanting to kill Alex and wanting to kneel at his feet and suck his cock. But I knew when he came back in, not because I heard him or saw him, but because I felt him. His presence was unmistakable.
Then he appeared behind me and stroked my backside gently. I gazed at him in the mirror with hungry eyes. He held my gaze with an unreadable one of his own. My thighs were coated in my juices, and I knew the floor was also damp beneath me.
“I swear on my life if you don’t fuck me, I will lose my shit, and when you finally set me loose, and you will, I will walk out of here, never to be seen again!”
“I see your time out has done nothing to improve your attitude.”
The rhythmic press of the dildo against my swollen lips had created an ache so deep I would have promised to take someone to the moon if they’d only let me come. Alex held up a clear paddle with holes in it. Then he lowered it and rubbed my ass with it, and it felt cool against my heated skin. That is until he raised it and landed it on the center of both cheeks. I squealed with surprise, squeezing my asscheeks together. “What fresh new hell is this?”
Alex let out a reluctant chuckle. “This, my little brat, is called Lexan, and although it usually doesn’t leave a lasting impression, it does pack one hell of a sting, doesn’t it?” He brought the paddle down again. “You see, Antonia, you haven’t learned your lesson yet, and need more encouragement.” He grabbed hold of the galangal, and as he moved it in and out of my poor burning backside, he reactivated the juice releasing, giving my poor cheeks no alternative but to clench against the onslaught, making everything worse.