I nod, and he leans his head back, laughing.
“You should be afraid of me, Rain. I’m not that different from the man you’ve just escaped from. And I fully intend on being your second and last husband... once I spray Xavier’s brains all over the house he took from me.”
“You told me I’m a toy.”
“Yes, well.”
He eyes me thoughtfully.
“You’re the best one I’ve had, so it makes sense I want to keep you.”
He’s got me all mixed up, wondering whether he wants me at all or if this is all a giant game to him.
“I trust Xavier got rid of your gag complex?” he asks me thoughtfully and I flush, feeling the embarrassment show on my skin. “No need to answer. You’re so pretty when you blush like that, Sunshine. Tell me, what are some things my uncle hasn’t done?”
My thoughts race as I wonder what to tell him. Something tells me he’ll want to do whatever I say to me now, and before I can stop myself, the words are out.
“He’s never made me squirt.”
“He hasn’t?” Heath laughs out loud. “Fucking amateur. Are you done trying to fight me for today, Rain?”
I swallow my protests. I’m not soaked through to my panties. Forcing myself to nod, I keep my gaze trained on the floor.
“Good girl,” Heath says. “Then let me teach you how to squirt.”
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m back in the dungeons where they kept me from the moment I first got here.
I’m shivering in the darkness, strapped down to a chair that forces my legs open. My wrists are tied in front of me, and I have a medium-sized metal plug in my ass.
Heath left at least half an hour ago, leaving me alone here to cry.
I don’t know how or why this fits into his desire to make me squirt, but I fucking hate him right now. Just as I’m thinking about all the ways I want to hurt him, the lights come on and I hear his footsteps.
He appears in the room, watching me closely as he finishes a drink. I can see tiny white specks in his glass. He must’ve put that powder in it.
“You enjoyed waiting for me, Rain?” he asks thoughtfully. “Did you miss me?”
“Let me go,” I snarl in response, making him click his tongue with displeasure.
“Still haven’t learned a thing, have you, Rain?”
He approaches me, stroking my hair, which elicits a moan from my puckered lips.
“You’re so damn desperate. You want me to teach you what I promised to teach you?”
Despite all my reservations, I nod, whimpering for more of him. He smiles, gently twisting my nipples and making me see stars.
“How does your tight little asshole feel, Rain?”
“G-Good,” I manage.
“Does it feel stretched?”
“Yes...”
“Does it feel full?”
“Yes, I-“
“Does it hurt?”
I bite my lower lip, forcing the tears not to fall.
“Yes, it hurts.”
“Okay, good. Good girl.”
He comes up behind me, leaning on the chair to point at all the ropes and ties holding me in place.
“See all these, Sunshine?”
“Yes.”
“They’ll hold you in place if you keep your position,” he mutters in my ear. “So keep it, because I’m going to remove this chair now.”
“What?” I whimper, but it’s too late.
Heath has already pulled the chair from under me and I shriek, doing my best to remain in position. I quickly realize if I let go even a little, the ropes dig into my skin with punishing pain. I have to keep this position, as hard and as humiliating as it is to squat before Heath with my legs open.
“Keep like that. Good girl.”
He squats next to me, his wicked smile making my heart race between whimpers.
“Does it feel good, Rain?”
“Yes, I... Fuck, I...”
“Do you want to squirt for me?”
“Yes. Yes, I want it.”
“Here’s what you’re going to do.”
He pushes two fingers against my pussy and massages it until he slips inside, making me hiss.
“Start pushing the plug out with your ass.”
“No, I-“
I flush deeply. Until now, I’ve always removed the anal toys by pulling them out. The other idea seems wrong, wicked. And yet I can’t help myself - my muscles are already pushing on the toy that’s hurting me from the inside.
“Do it, Rain. Do it while I fuck your needy pussy.”
I whimper as he brings me closer to an orgasm.
“Oh, did I forget?”
My eyes meet Heath’s and he grins wickedly.
“Don’t you dare come. Just squirt.”
“That’s not possible,” I whine.
“You’ll see it is, Sunshine. Push on the plug. Grind my fingers.”
My world spins as I do exactly what he tells me to. The toy stretches my ass as it moves out of me and I cry out at the pain of having the widest part of it stretches me.
“Make it stop!” I cry out. “I don’t want it!”
“You’re almost there.” I feel Heath’s fingers circle the plug and hold on to it and I gasp from the overwhelming sensation. “Push the plug out.”