I nod again and keep doing so as he presses his thumb to my forbidden opening.
“Are you such a nasty girl that you want me to stuff your ass?”
I groan in utter humiliation, but even so, I can’t stop nodding. “Eease,” I repeat, the gag killing my ability to utter more than slurred strings of vowels.
“Okay then. If you say so.”
A twinge of worry strikes through my brain at his hardened change of tone, but I’m too far gone—too deep in the needy haze—to consider the meaning. I’m surprised when he leans forward and rips the blindfold from my eyes, but before I can understand why, he probes something at my slick pussy. I yelp, but thesound morphs into a cascade of moans when Killian circles the toy in my juices.
“Fuck, I’ve never seen anything like it,” Killian rasps, pushing the toy inside me and bringing it back out. “It’s like a goddamn waterfall down here.”
I groan at his humiliating comment, but somehow, it only drives me wilder.
He continues, in and out, a few times, and that small motion alone drives me onto the edge of something I can’t explain. It almost feels like an orgasm, but the orgasms I’ve given myself have never felt like this—like the warning tremors of an earthquake about to rip everything apart.
I wail with desperate need when he removes the toy, leaving an achy emptiness. But then he positions it between my ass cheeks, and a whole new type of sensation awakens, making me moan and arch in open invitation.
“Such a little ass slut.” He smacks my ass. “You actuallywantthis.”
I want to shake my head, but the violent sensations have me crashing down the road I’ve set out on, unable to stop. All I can think is that I need more.
“Fuck,” he groans as he starts pushing the toy inside. It’s not big, but it stretches my inner walls unnaturally. It’s wrong and humiliating in so many ways, but still, I want it.
“You’re such a little slut,” he mocks, all trace of affection now gone. The toy sinks into place, and he steps back, taking it all in. “Show me how much you like this and wriggle your hips.”
Despite the coldness having crept into his voice, I obey, too lost in his control to do anything else.
He delivers a hard smack to my ass, then leaves my side. Blinking against the light of the room, I stare after him. He goes to the tall bookshelves and picks something up.His phone.Iwatch the blue cover as he places it on the piano surface beside my head.
“I think I have what I need now,” he says.
The fuzzy fog draws back for a moment as I hover, waiting for more.
I hear a buckle open followed by the scratch of a zipper. Then there’s a wet, rhythmic sound. A fist pumping a cock.
I blink repeatedly as the world draws in on me and nightmarish colors infiltrate the dream. Whimpering, I pull at the cuffs and try to scoot off the bench. But Killian grabs the chain of the cuffs and keeps me pressed to the surface.
“Fuuck,” he groans. It’s my only warning before sticky ribbons of cum spurt onto my lower back and ass.
“Ooo,” I cry out around the gag, trying to saynoandstop. But it’s already too late. The transgression has already happened; it just hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
“Disgusting slut,” he spits and delivers another smack to my ass. Keeping his grip on the cuffs, he leans over the piano beside me. “Now, let’s see what delicious footage you’ve given me, princess.”
Tears sting my eyes as I jerk against his grip without achieving anything. I try to protest again, but the pathetic sounds coming out around the gag has me swallowing back the words. Humiliation hits me over the head and knocks the air from my lungs. I turn my head as the sound of his voice comes through the phone speaker, playing what I thought was the start of a dream, but really was a nightmare.
Do you want me to take off your panties, Jenna?
My moaned response has me drawing up my shoulders with the need to cover my ears.
“Watch with me, princess,” Killian says, releasing the cuffs to grab a fistful of my hair instead.
“Ooo,” I protest, and a string of drool drips down my chin, driving the humiliation deeper, searing at my very soul. Suddenly, I hate myself as I remember how I enjoyed the humiliation only moments ago.
I try to squeeze my eyes shut to block out the sight of the video of me lying over the piano, cuffed and blindfolded, while Killian spanks my ass.
“Watch,” he demands with a cruel shake of my head that smarts deep in my roots.
I peel my eyes open and watch as he goes harder and I start moaning. When I shut my eyes again, he simply tightens his grip on my hair and gives me another shake. When I close my eyes a third time, he leans in, his voice a low threat against my ear. “If I have to tell you one more time to keep your fucking eyes open, I’ll make my dad come up here and see you like this.”