ADULT EXCERPT

Her bottom ached with a fire so far inside her that her core smoldered from it. She knew the size of his cock. Her pussy had labored to stretch to accommodate the thick girth of his shaft. At the thought of her ass doing the same, every muscle in her body clenched and a fresh coat of excited juices flowed to saturate her pussy lips.

The binding on her ankles gave a little more. Then his hands moved to her hips, guided her body until she was positioned on her knees, her ass in the air. The soft bite of the restraints on her ankles told her she had once again reached the point where they would give no more. He must have loosened them a bit, she figured, to give her more ability to get into place.

His hand moved over her ass, her back, easing her upper body to rest on the bed. She was not sure how long she could retain this position. When his hands returned to her ass, spread her cheeks apart and something cold grazed over the flaming opening, she forgot all about positions, her mind centering on speculations of what the object was and what he intended to do. Not a finger. Her mind registered that quickly enough. The chill spread, a thick liquid with a strawberry scent that drifted to her on the air.

She wanted to inquire about it, realized he had not told her she could not speak, and asked anyway. "What is that?"

"The strawberry smell is fragranced lubrication oil. The thing going inside you is a butt plug."

Pressure, a wild mix of cold and hot, intense pain and mind-blowing pleasure, began in her anus and ricocheted through her pussy, back and forth, back and forth. It increased as the butt plug filled her most forbidden hole. By the time it was fully inside her, she was writhing on the bed, her head lolling, her fingers so tightly fisted in the bedcovers she felt her nails digging into her palms and an orgasm beating through her core.

"Come if you need to, Karan. Sweet Gods, I didn't expect you to like that so much." Eric's voice was strained, husky.

"Please." Mindless, her pussy and ass flaming, she started to beg. Later she would likely be mortified but now she needed to come. The orgasm was there, hanging on by a single unbreakable thread. "Please." When he reached between her legs, found her clit with the pad of his finger and began to massage, she nearly wept in gratitude. She shattered, her body quaking, her breath catching as the orgasm burst from her channel in a rush of stupendous elation.

"That's my girl," Eric crooned.

Trembling, breathless, the echoes of the orgasm lingering, she wanted to collapse but could not find the energy even for that. She managed a few testing moves, the plug that remained inside her sending another shiver of thrill through her with each breath, each shift of her body. How could she still find the intrusion enjoyable after the convulsing release that should have left her thoroughly sated and exhausted?

The mattress dipped behind her when, what felt like broad shoulders moved between her legs. His tongue licked a slow line up her inner thigh to her saturated folds and drove inside her before she gathered the wherewithal to think. He was skilled, his lips closing around her clit in a suction that had her wobbly and crying out. His fingers spread her folds, catching them between thumb and finger to tug as his tongue moved to plunge inside her channel.

He feasted, eating away the last evidence of her orgasm while his roughly tender assault had another quickly building in its wake. His tongue retreated to be replaced by fingers. At least two, side by side, thrust into her pulsing channel to wiggle and pump and work her to another violent release. The plug continued to add to her pleasure as sweat collected on her flesh and dripped onto the sheets.

"Eric, please." His fingers were relentless, his mouth returning to feast on her in such a way that thought and movement became a thing of the past. He controlled her mind, muscles, release, slowing just when she might reach that peak to let her crash and burn before quickly pulling her up again.

Karan only dimly noted the shift of the mattress near her head, hardly realized the heat radiating from the body that sat there. Between her legs and in her backside, a riot of pleasure and erotic pain rocked her. It consumed her every spasm and liquid discharge, gave only a little though the climb back up was so very much.

"Does it feel good, Karan? Do you like the double pleasure, the plug in your ass, the tongue in your pussy?"

"Yes, I do. Oh Gods, Eric!" Only when the tongue and fingers slowed to a snail's pace of teasing torment did she begin to wonder. Eric spoke but his voice sounded too close to be coming from where the tongue continued to do delicious things to her sensitized flesh. And how could he speak so clearly with his mouth clamped on her pussy, his tongue in her fiery hole? "Eric?" She made his name a question this time though the exquisite thrill dancing through her gave it a breathy sound.

"I'm right here, Karan." His hand petted her head and toyed with the strands of hair on the pillow near her face.

He was at head of the bed, close enough to play with her hair, close enough she felt the semi-coarse hair of his leg lightly brush her forehead. But at the foot of the bed, between her legs… Rather than allow the thought to form, she asked the question. "Then who is…?"

"I guess you figured out we aren't alone." There was a mixture of amusement and heat in his voice, a thick arousal.

Karan wished she could see him but, as hard as she attempted to see through the dark blindfold the more blackness she seemed to find. "There is someone here with us," she repeated inanely. Of course there was. Eric could not be in two places at once. The thrill kicked into a fast paced dance of shock and pure adventure. Even as she wondered who the other someone might be, a single name boogied into her mind. "Cal."