I gasped. What did he mean, train my ass? I remembered yesterday in the dressmaker’s shop, his two fingers deep in my forbidden hole. I felt so embarrassed that I’d let him do that. No one had ever touched me there before. I’d come so hard from him finger-fucking my ass. How was he going to train me?
Scared, unsure, but driven on, I slipped out of my dress and lay it on the dresser. I didn’t want to take the time to hang it up. I knew he wouldn’t want me to and, honestly, I felt too eager under his hot, watchful gaze. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me, but my body was already shaking with need for it.
Removing my bra, I stepped out of my panties, then my heels. Declan stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed against his massive chest, darkly watching my every move.
Quivering, I stood before him completely naked.
“Kneel.” He ordered, pointing down to the plush carpet before him.
A week ago, if you’d told me I would strip naked and kneel at the feet of a man at his command, I would have told you to go to hell. But at Declan’s order, I did what I was told, a rosy flush stealing over my face, body and chest. I could feel arousal bloom deep inside of me.
He walked around, surveying me as I knelt there, naked, hands by my sides.
“I need to train you because by the end of this week you’re going to take every inch of my cock up your ass,” he explained, cold and clear. My pussy clenched and I swayed slightly in response. “I’m going to fuck your ass hard. So you need to work up to it.” He stood before me now and I could see his cock pushing against his pants, the hard, long bulge a reminder of his immense size. I honestly couldn’t imagine taking him all in my ass. It would hurt so much. I couldn’t do it.
He watched me and I could tell he could see the panic in my eyes. It made him smile.
“You should be nervous,” he agreed. “I’m going to stretch you and you are going to be very tight.” His words should have made me want to run from the room. Instead, my nipples tightened, their pebbled, pink buds betraying my arousal to him. I wanted him to stretch my ass, and he knew it.
“Yes.” He reached out two fingers to a nipple, teasing it lightly between his fingers. Tilting my head back, I leaned into his touch. “I know what you need, Kara.” My lips parted in a moan. I needed him.
He withdrew his fingers. Striding over to the master bedroom closet, he reached up to a shelf and took out a black leather case.
“I bought something for you, Kara. Now it’s time to show you.”
I knelt there, riveted, watching as he snapped open the case and took out two large, black rubber objects. They were each longer than his hand, one wider than the other, smooth and shiny.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked, standing them up on the bureau.
“No,” I answered honestly.
“I didn’t think you would.” He sounded pleased at my innocence. “They are butt plugs. I’m going to shove them up your ass. Tonight this one.” He pointed to the smaller of the two. “Tomorrow this one.” He picked up the larger plug and held it in front of my shocked face. My jaw dropped in surprise. Butt plugs? That sounded so shockingly vulgar, that black rubber thing impossibly huge. I couldn’t take that up my ass!
“Declan.” I shook my head, shrinking away. “I can’t—!”
“Kara.” He cupped my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to him. I could feel the warmth of his palm and instinctively leaned toward him again, wanting more. My face came close to his erection, right near the hard length of him pressing against his pants.
“You can stop me, you know,” he said, quietly, surely. “You may tell me to stop and this is all over.” He looked into my eyes. I looked back up and didn’t say a word. “Or,” he continued, “you may choose to take your punishment. You can show me how much you want this. And you can please me very much.” His thumb caressed my chin, lightly brushed against my lips and I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed. The slightest touch from him incited a riot within me.
“Good,” he whispered and my pussy throbbed in response. Oh how I wanted to please him.
His voice harsh again, he continued, “Now I’m going to blindfold you, tie you up and start your training.”
My eyes flew open. Blindfold? He’d done it once before and I’d liked it, I had, but it was such a loss of control. And to be tied up and blindfolded at the same time?
He brought a black silk band between his two hands and pulled it taut with a snap. I jumped as if he’d hit me.
“This will not hurt,” he reassured me. But there was an implication in his statement. This wouldn’t, but other things he was about to do would. I stayed still as he tied the silk blindfold across my eyes and behind my head, secure but not too tight. He brought his thumb again to my lips, caressing, and I parted them in response.
“I like seeing you like this,” he murmured. “Do you remember why you wear the blindfold?” he asked. My mind blank, I shook my head no. “To heighten your senses,” he said, bringing just one finger down my throat and along the bone of my clavicle. I shivered at his touch, wondering where he would go next. “Without seeing, you feel more.” He dipped down, slightly, tracing the curve of my breast, and I moaned.
“Now bend down on all fours. I’ll guide you.” I did as I was told, bending down. He grasped my wrists and pulled them together, then guided me onto my elbows. “That’s it,” he praised, “ass up.” I arched my back up for him, naked on the plush rug as he tied my wrists together.
“You’re tied to the foot of the bed, Kara,” he explained. I pulled lightly at my restraints and felt he was right, I couldn’t move my wrists. A flood of nervousness traveled the length of my body. I couldn’t see, couldn’t get away. What was he going to do to me?
He brought his hand down to the curve of my naked bottom, slow, gentle, sweet, caressing my flesh. Sighing, I pressed into his touch. It felt so good. He stroked my cheeks, all the while angling me up, tilting my hips and spreading my knees slightly further apart to give him full access.
“So wet already, Kara,” he said approvingly, bringing two fingers to the outer edges of my pussy lips. I purred for him, wanting him to see how much I loved this, how much my body belonged to him. He brought two fingers flat up along my dripping slit. “I’m going to use your lube up in your ass,” he explained.
Just one finger at first, he began rimming my asshole, feeling around the edges. I tensed in response. He wasn’t supposed to go in there, that wasn’t OK. He hissed. “Open up, Kara. Let me in.” He worked me, fingering more of my own juices up to the entrance and coaxing my puckered hole. Slowly, I felt his finger work my tight ring, then enter.
I gasped as he pushed into me. “That’s right,” he coaxed, “take me in.” With more lube, he kept fingering me, working me, stroking me inside and before I knew it I was moaning and working with him, pulsing and pushing against his fingers, wanting more.
“Remember back when I first met you?” he asked, his voice low in his throat, husky. He brought a second finger to my entrance and pushed both deep into my asshole. I moaned and took what he gave me. “Remember how you used to tease me in those little skirts? That day you washed your truck, trying to get me to watch?”
I twisted a little underneath him, embarrassed. He was right. I’d done all that and more. “You were a little cock tease, weren’t you, Kara?” His hands worked my ass. I said nothing. I didn’t want to admit it. His hand came down, hard across my bottom. Tears sprang to my eyes under the silk of the blindfold and I cried out in pain. Whack, he smacked my ass again and it burned.
“Admit it,” he continued, keeping on with his assault on my ass, fingers up my tight hole, palm coming down rough on my soft cheek. “Admit that you were a little cock tease.”
“Yes,” I panted, moaning, burning.
“Say it,” he commanded, another sharp smack landing on my bottom.
“I was a cock tease!” I cried out.
“Yes, you were.” Now he stroked me, first my hot cheeks
, then down to my wet, naughty pussy, all the while thrusting his fingers back and forth, deep into my asshole. “Back then I couldn’t do this to you. I wanted to. And I knew you needed it. But I couldn’t do it, could I?”
“No,” I responded, remembering how it had been. He’d been the ranch hand. I’d been the boss’s daughter.
“Now I have you exactly where I want you.” His thrusting in my ass grew more urgent, harsher, more demanding. “Now I can do anything I want with you. You’re under my control.”
“Yes,” I agreed, moaning. “Yes.”
Plunging two fingers up deep inside my asshole, he circled my clit and asked in a low, wicked voice, “Do you want more, Kara?”
“Yes,” I pleaded.
“Say it.” He moved his fingers only slightly, keeping them deep up inside me, stroking me intimately.
“I want more!” I begged. “Please.”
“You need to tell me where you want it, you naughty girl.”