She didn’t want him to find the toys. But it was too late.
She watched him lift the box and bring it behind her. She couldn’t see what he was taking out and that made her frantic.
“Silas, untie me. Please. I promise I would obey you. I won’t ever go against your wishes. Please just untie me.”
“You still need to be taught one more lesson, Arabelle,” he said softly behind her.
Her wetness now dripped down her thighs in an embarrassing trail of shame. Her ass was no doubt a brilliant red from his viewpoint and her level of pain had morphed into a different sphere where she received it differently too.
“Silas, please don’t,” she begged, but she stopped breathing when he touched her. His fingers parted the sticky hot wet mess of her pussy. He played with her wetness, spreading it over her smooth mons, pinching her clit. She dropped her head into her arm and sighed in bliss, swaying into him, ecstatic he was touching her.
“Please,” she begged. Her pride gone.
“You want to come?”
“Silas,” she whispered then silently begged him not to make her say it.
She trembled and huffed when he dragged his wet fingers over her asshole. Oh god. Oh god.
She clenched up when Silas parted her ass cheeks and his thumb brushed her asshole again.
“So fucking pretty. So fucking tight.”
She moaned then flushed in shame. She wasn’t supposed to find his touch and his words so darkly arousing.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” he commanded. The instant she opened her mouth to ask why he inserted a plastic toy into her pussy.
The thing slid into her easily because she was so wet. It wasn’t too big or too small and its entry created a humming heaviness in her that made her want to squeeze her walls.
She tried to imagine which one he had used but her thoughts were in a disarray and she gave up.
She squealed in anguished delight and apprehension that she would come when Silas clipped a piece of the toy to the sides of her clit.
“If you come, until I tell you to come, I’m going to take my belt to your ass all over again, Arabelle. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she said. She had worked hard to get to the point where the pain on her ass felt more like a candle just brushing her skin than the actual sting of Silas’ belt had felt. She didn’t want to experience his belt again.
She cried out when he started to lube her ass, his finger just breaching her entrance, not deep enough that she felt that searing stretch but enough to make her squirm.
“No. No. No. Silas…”
“Are you saying no to me?”
She hesitated for a moment and when she spoke it wasn’t her who answered. It was her body.
“I’m not… saying no to you.”
“Good. Because I intend to teach you the most important lesson of all.”
The familiar sound of his zipper being pulled down took her back to the moment when she heard it before, the sound memorized in her head forever.
“Silas?” he said his name more in fear for herself.
“Yes, Arabelle?” he said, and then she felt the head of his cock at the entrance of her asshole.
“Silas.” But this time it was a chant. Her body remembered the feel of his cock and forced her to open up for him, no matter the cost of pain for her.
“Silas,” she cried again as he breached her further. She was crying fully now, but still the thought of saying no to him, never crossed her mind.