His smile reminded her of a cold wind, and confidence. She had agreed to all that he had told her, and she understood that he would own her if she walked through the gate. He pulled the gate open.
She took a deep breath and prepared to walk in, but her legs betrayed her, refused to move. She hung her head to think, but all she could find was fuzzy waves of fear.
Her heart pounder. She took a deep breath and tried to find the courage and anticipation that had brought her to this gate.
"You know the deal," he told her. "I am going to start counting now. 1. 2. 3. 4."
As each number added to the last, she felt her stomach clench. And with each contraction, she was surprised to feel a slight build up of tingly heat.
At the count of 13 she looked up at him with wide eyes that seemed to let in more light than there should be in the afternoon.
She reached behind herself and clasped her buttocks. The material of her skirt felt awfully thin.
"Um, will you..." she began.
"You know what is going to happen," he interrupted. "You are wasting my time. *8. 9. 10."
Her hips jerked with a sudden rush of feelings that reminded her of the sweetness of condensed milk. Her right leg started to shake and she felt moisture trickle down her leg.
"Are you ready?" she heard him ask.
She looked up, tried to tell him she was uncertain, but her mouth was too dry to speak.
He held out his hand, and all she could do was nod.
He led her in and pointed to the chair. "You know exactly what you have to do," he told her.
She nodded again, reached below her skirt, pulled off her panties and bent over the back of the lounge chair.
"What are you forgetting?" he asked.
The buzzing sound returned to her head. She hoisted her skirt up so it rested on her back. Even though she was still half dressed, she felt more naked and exposed than she had ever done before. She felt her vulva and butt cheek clench and unclench then clench again.
His hand reached down between her legs. She jumped in shock.
"Relax," he ordered her. "There will be plenty of reasons for you to jump later, and each time you do will mean two more."
His hand pressed into the small of her back and pushed her over the chair. One finger prodded at her anus between her open cheeks then slid into her vagina.
"And when we are finished I will decide how to take my pleasure. "
As the thought penetrated the fuzz in her head, she gasped. She looked back at him in amazement. He showed no emotion.
"There's still the matter of you being half an hour late." He reached down and pushed her head forward. "That's another twelve."
The heat spread like a wildfire. She yelled as the pinprick sensations spread between her legs, and the wetness began to flow down her leg again.
"Start counting," he ordered.
“One," she squeaked, and waited for his hand to land.
End. 🙂
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6:27 pm Friday, 13th April, 2018
Just imagine the count. 36 at the end. |
