"Yes."
"Good," he said, realizing the single word had come out of his throat like a growl. He was doing his best to be patient, but her beauty and responsiveness had nearly unraveled his tightly coiled control on several occasions. Hope's seduction under these foul circumstances was the most awful and yet exquisite sexual torture Ryan had ever experienced.
He felt her gaze on him as he returned the flogger to the table and picked up the stoppered bottle. He said nothing as he parted one of her ass cheeks and poured some of the oil on the tiny, pink ring of her rectum. She shivered when he used his fingertip to rub the oil into the sensitive skin of her perineum and then penetrated her asshole.
She twisted her hips away from him.
"Ohhhh ... Ryan, I don't think that's ... I don't believe you know what you're doing!"
He chuckled as he stilled her waving fanny and pushed his forefinger into her asshole further. He closed his eyes briefly at the sensation of being clasped in smooth, tight heat.
"I know what I'm doing, beauty." Do I ever, Ryan thought be-musedly as he began plunging his finger in and out of her tight hole. She moaned in mixed panic and arousal, still twisting
her hips. He put his knee on the bed and used his elbow and forearm to still her squirming bottom against his chest.
"Ohhhh," she wailed as he held her immobile and finger-fucked her ass with gentle determination, lubricating and loosening the clenching hole. After a moment her wailing stopped, however. Silence prevailed. Both of them seemed to be holding their breath in tense excitement. When he gently inserted another finger into her ass, Hope groaned shakily.
"Shhhh," Ryan soothed as he began to move in and out of her tight channel, this time with two fingers. "You see? You've gifted me with more than one sheath, beauty."
He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers, the sensation making him grit his teeth in agonized arousal.
"You do not plan to . .. no, Ryan. That would never work in a million years," Hope hissed.
H e glanced back at her and saw that the cheek that was turned up was floridly pink..
"Oh, it will work," Ryan assured, even as he slipped his fingers out of her ass and stood.
"But not right this second. At the moment, I think I might have to give you a punishment."
"Why?" she asked in surprise.
Ryan set down the bottle of lubricant and picked up the foot-long wooden paddle from the table.
"Do you remember when we were in the bathroom together, how I specifically asked you not to go anywhere with strangers?"
"Well, yes—"
"And did you do what I asked?"
"Well, it was just Sadie," Hope mumbled, giving him a petulant look. She opened her mouth to defend herself further, but stopped when he opened his hand over her bare bottom. He couldn't stop himself from groaning in agony when he felt her soft, taut flesh curving into his palm.
"I'm going to cut you some slack since you're new to this. I won't ever demand much of you, Hope, but if I ask you to do something for your safety, you'd best know from this point on that I'll take your agreement of it very seriously."
She looked up at him, the whites of her eyes largely in evidence.
"Don't be afraid. I told you I'd never harm you," he reminded her quietly.
He placed one hand on her shoulder and swung the paddle back with his left hand.
Crack.
"Ooh!" Hope exclaimed in surprise, lurching forward slightly. His hand on her shoulder kept her steady, though. He'd been so enthralled by the way the blow had shimmered through her firm flesh that he landed two more in quick succession.
Hope moaned loudly. Ryan used the end of the polished wood paddle to soothe her burning bottom, moving the tip of it in tight circular motions over her plump flesh.
"I think you'll listen to me next time, won't you, witch?"
"I—I, I will do my best—"