The Training (Book 3: The Submissive Trilogy) by Tara Sue Me Read Free Book Online Page A

few minutes, knowing she felt the warm air between her legs. Knowing her every nerve stood on end. She looked beautiful.
    Fucking lucky-ass bastard.
    I took the warming lubricant from the top of the table and returned to stand behind her. I reached around and swept myfingertips lightly across her delicate nipples. She groaned in reply, backing her hips toward me.
    I merely chuckled. Within minutes I’d spread the lube onto my cock and fingers.
    “You told me recently that having my cock in your ass made you feel completely consumed,” I said.
    She jumped when I applied the lube to her backside.
    “Ready to be consumed again, Abigail?”

Chapter Five
—NATHANIEL—
    She mumbled something under her breath I couldn’t make out.
    “Either stay quiet or speak so I can hear,” I said, giving her ass a sharp smack. “Understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Very good.” I took hold of her bound hands. “Now bend over.”
    She moved slowly, getting her bearings. I kept a firm grasp on her hands with my left hand, wanting her to realize she could let go and trust me. Her legs were spread wide, giving her a steady stance and giving me an incredible view.
    “Very nice, Abigail,” I said. “I love how open your ass is in this position.” The lubed finger of my right hand circled her. “Let’s see if you were telling the truth about using your plug.” I pushed into her a little. “I can’t wait to take you here.”
    She groaned and pushed herself back against me. My finger slipped deeper.
    Fuck.
    I slowly fucked her with my finger, making sure I kept a firm grasp on her hands to ensure she wouldn’t fall. Her head fell between her knees, hair trailing over the floor and sweeping against the hardwood with each thrust of my finger.
    I slipped another finger into her. Pushing slowly. Stretching her. Preparing her. She was still so tight.
    As she grew accustomed to my fingers, I started rethinking my plan. Taking her here, in the middle of the floor, wouldn’t work. I couldn’t hold on to her, work her body, and thrust without putting unnecessary strain on her arms and shoulders.
    Glancing around the room, my eyes fell on the whipping bench.
    Perfect.
    “Have you missed this?” I asked. “Missed me preparing your ass for my cock?” I pushed deeper. My cock ached for friction, and as much as I wanted nothing more than to remove my fingers and thrust into her, I knew I couldn’t. She trusted me to make this good for her, and I treasured that trust.
    I stilled my fingers, and she stopped moving as well. When I was certain she was steady, I let go of her arms. Keeping my fingers inside, I slipped my other hand between her legs and stroked her slickness.
    “Very good, Abigail,” I said. “You
have
been using your plug. Missed my cock, have you?” I brushed her clit.
    “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes, Master.”
    I continued teasing her clit with one hand while slowly stretching her with the fingers of the other. Every so often, she’d let out a soft whimper of pleasure.
    “I’m going to remove my fingers,” I said. “When I do, I want you to move to the whipping bench.”
    I use it for chastisement
, I’d told her once.
But it serves other purposesas well.
Would she remember? Dare I hope I’d gotten her to a place inside her head where she trusted me implicitly?
    I slipped my fingers from her, slowly removing them, and gave her clit one last swirl.
    “Stand up for me,” I said, with a tug on her hands.
    She stood slowly, her hair falling softly into place around her face.
    “To the bench, my lovely.”
    She didn’t hesitate. Knowing, hopefully, she had done nothing requiring punishment.
    “I’m so proud of you,” I told her, when she had positioned herself. “The way you trust me.”
    She was bent over the bench with her backside to me—her arms were behind her back and she’d kept a wide stance with her legs. I moved behind her and leaned over.
    “You can feel it in this position, can’t you?” I