The Sevarian Way by Justine Elyot Read Free Book Online Page B

fucked enough for one day?” He grinned up at her, all white teeth and blazing blue eyes. She rolled her hips, desperate for his firm touch to move in and find her clit, or poke a finger or three up inside. He had used her there, but she was far from used up.
    He dipped his fingers in her juices, mixing and swirling, coating them luxuriantly before the cruel withdrawal. Standing straight, he offered his sex-scented digits to her mouth. She lapped at them greedily, sighing, wanting them back down there.
    “Taste yourself ,” he whispered. “You love it, don’t you? You love to be tied up and used.”
    “ Mmm ,” she confirmed, mouth filled with his strong, large fingers.
    “Let’s see if you’ll still love it when I’m done.”
    He moved swiftly out of her line of sight and she watched his shadow recede, back to the treasure chest.
    What next? Her throat tightened and her stomach lurched as the reality of the situation sunk in. She could only get out of this by surrendering. And if she surrendered that would be her chance to live this life with this man scuppered. Whatever he was going to do to her, she was going to take as much of it as she could. She was going to win this.
    She felt his body behind her again, then she gasped as a hand reached rudely between her legs and appeared to snatch at her pussy. It took a few seconds for Suka to realise he was attaching something—two somethings —on the inner wall of her labia, just where they made contact with her puffy, swollen clitoris.
    “What’s…that, Sir?” she panted. A mild buzzing sensation began to fill that wet, slick channel, and there was a constant pressure on her clit from both sides.
    “Stimulant patches,” said Paul. “They’ll keep you coming. And coming. Until you can come no more.”
    “Oh God.” Suka could already feel the first tremor building. Punishing me with pleasure. You’re even smarter than I thought.
    “They’re not the strongest,” he said with satisfaction. “I could attach the real super-strength version if you’d prefer.”
    “I think…these are strong enough.” She wanted to rotate her hips violently, to reach down and rub, and fill her cunt with something long and thick and hold it there. It would take less than a minute for her to start climaxing, she thought. Then her thoughts were stopped in their tracks by a sharp smack to her bum.
    She swung forward in her bonds, surprised, but Paul’s hand kept falling, heavy and hard, over and over, while the furious whirligig of sensation continued to fill her pussy. The swats seemed to intensify the action of the stimulants and Paul had barely delivered a dozen before the first orgasm spent her spinning on her wire, round and round. Paul spanked her all the way through it, showing no quarter, just laying handprint after handprint on her burning arse.
    “That’s one,” he said. “Now let’s add a little something.”
    Seconds later, Suka moaned as a long, thick object with a rounded head nudged at the entrance to her still- spasming vagina. The clit buzzers hummed away, accompanying the slow progress of the dildo—for presumably that was what it was—inside Suka’s wet, tight channel. It was quite wide, and she had to stretch to accommodate its girth. She thought it was about the same size as Paul’s cock, from the way it made her work to accept it. She puffed and gasped at each extra inch of incursion, wanting to bend over to make it easier but not having that option.
    “How does that feel?” asked Paul, one hand holding her still on her hip while he continued to feed the dildo to her hungry pussy.
    “Oh…I’m full…really full…and I’m going to come again in a minute…those darn buzzy things…oh, oh, oh.” The fat fake cock made its way to the end, and she came again, so quickly it took her by surprise, a warm wave of pleasure rippling outwards while her muscles clenched around the invasive presence.
    Paul smacked her bottom again before retreating to