Ch. 6: Good Girl (bts)

Beyond the Shadows - Chapter 6: Good Girl

Spreading my cheeks, Lucas takes the cool, stone pestle and rubs it against my pussy, the sudden cold making me jump. In spite of my fear, my legs naturally push to the sides, opening for him, giving him more room to work, and a better view to admire his captured prey.

"You're so wet, little lamb," he growls approvingly, teasing my clit then slowly pushing the pestle inside my cunt. "Do you truly like being tied up, bent over and exposed?" He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling my ass cheek further to the side, stretching my holes as the pestle head slips all the way in. "Do you enjoy being forced to do naughty things for a depraved man like me?"

I bite my lip, tension building in my gut as he fucks my pussy with the utensil, the first orgasm already beginning to climb. With the stone implement fully inserted, Lucas slowly continues pushing it gently in and out, his eyes moving from my vulnerable holes to my face, gauging my reaction.

"No," I whisper in answer to his question.

He stops moving his hand and I let out an involuntary groan, wiggling my ass and hoping he'll take the hint. Instead, he leaves the pestle half inside me, then picks up the spatula. He raises his hand and swings the flat end down hard on my left ass cheek, making me cry out.

"Every time you lie, Riley, you will receive six spanks." He pauses, checking my restrained hands. "Consider yourself lucky my belt is otherwise occupied." His spatula whips through the air again, this time landing on my right cheek. I clench my ass, but gasp and quickly ease my muscles when the stone fuck-toy shifts deeper inside me.

The spatula flies and thwacks against my left cheek.

Right cheek.

I beg him to stop, trying to roll to one side, but Lucas simply places a strong hand on my back and threatens another six lashings if I don't lie still. The final two spanks with the spatula make my ass sing with tingling pain...but there's something else there. With every spank, the pain went up...but then was slowly replaced with a deeper urge and arousal.

"Very nice," Lucas growls, bending down and licking up my thigh and along my pussy. "I knew my girl would love a spanking." He places the spatula down, directly in my line of sight. "I'll ask you again, Riley. Do you enjoy being used like this?"

God, he is such an asshole. He wants me to say it. He wants me to admit I need this, the spanking, being bent over and exposed, tied up and forced to take whatever he wants to give...he wants me to admit I'm a desperate little slut. "Yes," I finally say.

He chuckles, his hand rubbing my sore, red cheeks. "Good girl." Continuing to fuck my pussy with the pestle, Lucas patiently waits as my orgasm continues to climb, building, building -- he pulls the stone toy out, and again I'm left on the edge, ready to fall over the other side, into the wonderful abyliss. "Not yet, little lamb, its far to early in the night for that."

I whimper with his warning, my head rolling on the cool marble. I freeze when I feel the same tool, still wet with my cum roll around the rim of my ass. "Don't," I warn. "Seriously, Lucas. I'm not ready for that."

His hand spanks my ass in six, quick successions, making me squeal with every slap. "Don't, lie, Riley," he growls, then delivers another two. "You forget, I've seen you the past few weeks, I've seen the things you violated your holes with."

"Fuck you!" I spit, trying to kick him in the shin. He jumps back and his eyes narrow. Picking up the clingfilm, he moves to my hands and begins wrapping the film around my arms, just above where the belt has begun cutting off my circulation. I know exactly what he's about to do. Oh fuck. Fighting him every step of the way, he easily overpowers me, his body built and formed over the years to withstand opponents far bigger and more skilled than a chubby little goddamn fiction author.

Finally, after a good five minutes of struggling, Lucas manages to wrap enough clingfilm around my arms and hands to stop me from slipping free, then secures me once again to the handtowel rail. He undoes the belt on my wrists, folding it once, then snapping the leather together. He steps behind me, and this time I keep my feet where they are, not trying to fight for fear he'll utilise the full extent of his power when he uses that belt against me.

"Please, Lucas, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out, I won't do it again," I cry. He remains quiet, and I try to turn my head to see what he's doing, why he's waiting, why he isn't answering me. I get my answer when he leans down and spreads my cheeks, then spits on my asshole. The stone pestle returns, rubbing along my sweet and sticky pussy then up to my ass and squeezes in. I squeal and groan, trying to clench, trying to keep him out.

"Loosen up, little lamb," he growls, the sound deliciously strained. "I don't want to break you on our first night, but you're really testing my limits." He reaches around and cups my pussy, two fingers pumping in and out as the heel of his palm caresses my clit. I moan, my body naturally loosening, and the pestle squeezes deeper into my puckered asshole. Still he pumps his fingers, enjoying his view as my ass opens up and swallows the kitchen utensil. "Good girl." He pulls from my pussy, once again denying me that sweet release, and then snaps the belt once again in warning.

"I've never been belted before," I say, still breathless from his double violation of my holes. "I understand what I did wrong, I shouldn't have lashed out. Can't you use the spatula again, or your hand?"

His smiled is purely wicked as he strokes the belt over my slit. "I love it when you beg," he says. "But I love it even more when you cry." He widens his stance, lines up the strike, and brings the belt down hard. I scream, cheeks clenching, my asshole still embracing the pestle still inside me. Lucas simply closes his eyes as if listening to a sweet song. Spank. The anal plug vibrates with the slap and wiggle of my cheeks. Spank. My toes curl and mouth opens in a silent scream. Spank. Spank. Spank....Spank.

"No!" I call out, tears and drool intermingling on my chin. "That's seven, you said you would only give me six!"

Lucas ignores my pleas and continues swinging the belt down on my ass, painting a beautiful canvas of red, violet, and blue.

Twenty. The belt finally stops and I lie limp across the countertop, my ass throbbing and pussy juices dripping down my legs despite the assault. I need help. By the fifteenth strike I nearly came, especially hearing his grunts of efforts and hums of pleasure. His rough, calloused hand glides across my backside, making me wince.

"You did well, little lamb" he says softly, placing the belt to one side. His praise and approval make my heart thump in my chest, the beats growing stronger as he takes two fingers and stretches my ass. I groan as he retrieves the pestle and slowly pulls it out, feeling oddly empty without the cool stone. The feeling doesn't last as something hard presses against my pussy. I turn my head to look back, and see my shadow had taken his cock out of his jeans. In both girth and length, the thing is impressive, and I'm ashamed to say I might have licked my lips.

My legs tremble as he squeezes his cock inside me, spreading me wide and making me swallow him whole. "Fuck," I moan, my back arching, welcoming the heady sensation of my pussy being owned.

"Have you even been doubled penetrated?" he asks, picking up the rolling pin.

I quickly shake my head, unable to find my words as he pushes his cock to the hilt and rests there. "I...I've never had anything that big either," I stutter, nodding at the utensil in his hand.

"Good," he says brusquely. "I'll be your first." Slipping a hand in his back pocket, he pulls out a small plastic vial with thick, translucent liquid inside. With my pussy still wrapped around his cock, he takes his time as he squirts the liquid into his palm then rubs it over the rolling pin. "Don't worry," he says, putting another dollop on his finger and rubbing it over my puckered asshole. "I'll go nice and slow until you're accustomed to it." He slips two fingers inside, my hole still slightly stretched from the previous intrusion. In and out he lubes up my entrance, swaying his hips and twitching his cock deep inside me, his full balls rubbing against my clit.

"Oh, God," I whisper as the end of the rolling pin squeezes inside. "Don't..." The single word is barely audible through my quick breaths.

"Relax, Riley. You're going to take all of it, even if we have to stay like this all fucking night." He grips my hip and twists the pin, then eases it out. "I want you to try and push it out when I tell you," he says.

I shake my head. "No, no no, it's too fucking big!"

His hand comes down on my already bruised ass. "Do as you're told, or the pain will far outweigh the pleasure," he warns. "Now, try and squeeze it out."

I do as he orders, pushing against the foreign object as it eases deeper inside. He pulls the pin out, then pushes back in, stretching my ass and making me take it all the way. My body shakes, pussy filled with cock and ass so full I can hardly catch my breath.

"Amazing, Riley, you're doing great." He smiles when I groan at the praise, then strokes my backside and leaves the pin in my ass while he pulls out of my pussy. Just when I think he might be done with me, he thrusts all the way in, his balls slapping against me as his thighs press into the back of my legs. Pulling out, he does it again, this time slowly pumping the rolling pin in my ass.

Drool coats my lips, dripping down my chin onto the cool marble, but I couldn't give less of a fuck if I tried. I feel so full, so fucking full. My body jerks as he pounds into me once more, my hips slamming painfully into the kitchen counter. "Faster," I groan, surprising both Lucas and myself. He obliges, his hand leaving the rolling pin half submerged in my stretched ass to grab both hips.

"As you wish," he says, then grunts as he plunges in again and again, his balls swelling with every thrust. A sensation builds deep inside me, one I've never felt before. I'm not sure if I'm going to throw up or pass out. All I do know, is his cock feels fucking incredible. "Fuck, Riley, I'm going to cum inside you."

I nod my head, too focused on the impending bomb that's about to explode inside me. It rise, rises. "Don't stop!" I beg, back arching as the orgasm crests. My mouth opens and a hollow scream erupts from my throat. I cum all over his cock, squirting down my kitchen counter, pussy clenching his shaft until he squeezes my hips and detonates inside me.

I slump against the counter as Lucas carefully removes the rolling pin, my ass feeling so much more naked without it. His cock slips out next, and my shadow steps back to admire the freshly broken prey still bound in front of him. Without a word, he takes a knife out of the kitchen drawer, then gently cuts through the clingfilm around my arms and wrists. I don't move...I'm not sure I'm capable of moving at this point. I'm proven wrong when Lucas eases me up from the counter and lifts my sore, exhausted body into his arms, then carries me upstairs.

Entering the bathroom, he sets me on the toilet then walks into the shower. He turns on the tap and holds his hand under the running water, waiting for it to warm up, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on me, assessing me.

"I'm okay," I say, the words croaked.

He frowns, but still says nothing. Taking my arm, he leads me into the shower and under the cool water. I groan, then wince as the water splashes my bruised ass. "That will take a few days to heal," he says softly, taking the soap and rubbing it over my chest and tits, then down my stomach and legs.

"Which part? My holes or my cheeks?" I ask, half in jest. He finally smiles and my heart lifts at the sight. Not cruel or predatory, but caring and concerned.

"Both," he answers. Turning me around, his hands glide down my back and carefully over my ass. "Don't worry though, your body will soon get accustomed to it."

I try to spin, to look him in the eye and protest, however his hand remains locked on my hip, keeping my back to him. "Presumptious bastard," I grumble.

When he finally turns me around, he towers over me, pushing my back against the wall so we're both under the water. That dark hair clings to his face, his blue eyes so much more vibrant under the spray of water. His hand gently goes to the back of my neck, and he angles my head back, then presses his lips down on mine. I'm so taken aback by it, by the sensuality of his kiss, that I genuinely forget to breathe. Lucas pulls away and I take in a deep breath, my legs now extra wobbly.

"I am a bastard," he says, his fingers trailing over my cheek. "But I'm a loyal one. I'll fight for you. I'll care for you...and I'll punish and fuck you until you can't breathe without me. I can promise you that much, Riley."

After a long moment, I rise on my tip-toes, returning the kiss, groaning as he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me into his chest. When he finally break apart, I look up at him and smile. "You always lurked beyond the shadows...but i'm so glad you finally caught me."

The End...Maybe??

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