I was alone and trussed up with no hope of getting myself free. And while I was nervous about how long he would leave me here and what he would do to me when he returned, I wasn’t terrified. I didn’t fear that he would beat me senseless or that he would make my body betray me in despicable ways.

Moments passed, and then what felt like hours. I had no way of keeping track of time. I strained to hear sounds of him returning, but there was only silence. My shoulders ached from being stretched up, my clit throbbed with my heartbeat and I could feel my wetness soaking my thighs. Just a little friction and I could take care of the pulsing fire between my legs, but I couldn’t budge.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep, but I was too aroused for sleep. When I finally heard the click of the door, I had to bite my lip against the urge to beg. He moved to stand behind me. I could feel him there even though he didn’t touch me. God, I needed him to touch me.

I felt his breath on the back of my neck a split second before his finger slid along my sex. God, yes. I couldn’t stifle the cry that burst from my lips or the way my body jerked against the post.

“You’re very wet, Pet. I should leave you like this more often since you seem to like it so much.”

A whimper slipped out and I shook my head vigorously.

“No? Your pussy would suggest otherwise.”

He slipped a finger inside me and my muscles contracted, trying to draw him in deeper. He withdrew and chuckled.

“Not yet, Pet. We’ll get to satisfying that hole later.”

He grazed through my wetness, but this time he stopped further back and his finger pressed against my anus, pushing inside just a little.

“No, please don’t!” I cried out, trying to writhe away from his finger with no success. “Please Master, it’ll hurt.”

“Shh,” he said, stroking my back with his other hand. “It doesn’t always hurt, Pet. It can feel very good. I promise.” He hadn’t withdrawn his finger from me, but neither had he pushed more than his fingertip inside. “Take a slow breath and relax your muscles.”

The last thing I wanted to do was relax, but I tried to do what he said, taking one tremulous breath and trying to imagine every muscle in my body relaxing.

He pushed further, maybe to his knuckle, and I had to focus on another deep breath. And then his whole finger was inside me. It didn’t hurt. There was no pain. There was only…oh god. He slid out slowly and then back in and the sensation shot straight to my clit, making me throb twice as hard as before. A moan filled the room, and I was so distracted by the unexpected pleasure, it took me a moment to realize it had been my own.

“Good girl,” he said, but then he withdrew.

Part of me wanted to beg him to come back—to put his finger back inside me—but I couldn’t bring myself to beg him for that. It seemed too depraved, too much like the whore I didn’t want to be.

And then it was a moot point because something else was there. It wasn’t his finger. It was cool and at least twice the size of a finger. It glided along the cleft between my cheeks easily, like it was coated in something slippery. And then it was pressing against my anus.

“Big breath and relax your muscles again, Pet.”

I tried. I really did, but my whole body was tensed against the invasion of whatever it was he was holding.

“I said, relax.” At the same time he spoke, I felt the sting of a slap against my backside.

I forced the air into my lungs and tried to focus on how surprisingly good his finger had felt a moment ago, and not on how much I knew this was going to hurt. The tip pressed into my anus, stretching me more than his finger had, but not horrendously so. It felt uncomfortable, but I could breathe through it.

Then he pushed it in further and it seemed to get wider, stretching me more. There was a light burn, but again, it wasn’t excruciating like I’d been expecting.

“This is a medium butt plug, Pet. It’s not too big, and your sexy, little ass is going to take every inch of it. Just keep breathing.”

Another inch and then another. And wider. Stretching me. I couldn’t focus on anything but breathing. A little bit more though, and suddenly the plug got narrower and my muscles clamped down hard.

“Very nice. You look so fucking hot with something in your ass.”

I realized then that I wasn’t in pain. I felt incredibly full, but it didn’t hurt. Then he wiggled the plug just a little, and like with his finger, the sensation shot right to my clit. I moaned, but then he stopped.

“I’m going to give you some time to get acquainted with the toy in your ass, and I’ll be back to check on you later.”

I whimpered when he stepped away, but he was gone seconds later so there was no point in begging him to stay.

I still felt the panic of the past several minutes, but I couldn’t deny that so far he’d been right. It wasn’t painful. Every minuscule shift of my thighs moved the plug inside me just a little and reminded me it wasn’t pain I was feeling. It was pleasure. I wanted to be disgusted with myself, and eventually, I knew I would be, but right now, with my clit throbbing, my sex desperate to be filled and my ass wanting to feel the thing filling it move, I was a sparked up mess.

I tried once again to move, to try to create the friction I needed against my clit. It only served to shift the plug, adding to the fire, but not doing a damn thing to make me think I could reach the brink with these little movements alone. I tried anyways—I was that desperate. My wetness dripped down my inner thighs, but my orgasm remained just outside of my reach no matter what.

When the door opened, it flickered through my mind that those men could be here with Derek, but I forced the thought away. He would never let them near me like this. So, I sagged against the post in relief. He couldn’t possibly leave me here like this any longer.

He was going to untie me. This had to be over. He had to be done ‘giving me a taste of what he’d do to me if I defied him’. I’d admit it would have been effective. If I’d been contemplating anything else—anything that didn’t have to do with keeping him alive—I’d be effectively dissuaded. He couldn’t find that out though. Somehow I needed to convince him I planned on doing exactly what he said.

He was behind me again. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and my skin tingled from his proximity.

“Please let me down, Master,” I whispered, and I felt his hands at the backs of my thighs, unfastening the belt that had held my legs immobile.

Relieved, I sagged even more. But he didn’t unfasten any of the other restraints. Instead, the plug in my ass moved. He wriggled it back and forth inside me and then started to withdraw it. I didn’t think it was possible, but my sex felt even hotter. Could I literally be on fire?

He didn’t take it out though. He pushed it back in, and I moaned against the post. Then the belt around my breasts fell away. I could angle my body differently now. I could…oh god, I could press my clit more fully against the post and, with my legs free, I knew I’d be able to rub enough to quench the flames.

He withdrew the plug again, but like before, not all the way. And then he thrust it back in, faster this time, and I couldn’t stop myself from writhing against the post.

“That’s it, Pet. Keep it up. I want to watch you come while I fuck your ass with this.”

I should have told him no, that I didn’t want to come like this, but I didn’t. I never got the chance. My body rubbed of its own volition against the post, and all I could get out was a wanton moan. After burning with arousal for so long, I was so close. He withdrew the plug and I actually pressed back against him to hasten his plunge back in, all the while grinding my clit against the post.

“Yes, Master. It feels so good. Faster, please.” I couldn’t believe I was saying those things, but it was my voice, rising in volume with every word. I was so close. So god damned close.

It hit me all of a sudden, like a tidal wave. He stopped fucking me with the plug and just held it there deep inside me as the wave crashed through me from head to toe. Before it had even receded, the rest of the restraints were gone. He withdrew the plug all the way this time, and then he was pushing me down over the bed.

I feared for a brief second he was going to try to force his cock in my ass—there was no way that would fit. But I felt the tip of him pressing against my sex, and he started to thrust in with minimal resistance—thanks to god knows how much time I’d just spent sopping wet.

He rammed into me hard and fast. I held onto the covers and he grabbed my hips for leverage.

“You look so fucking hot when you come, Pet. Your lips parted…your eyes closed…your head tilted back… and you flush all the way down to your gorgeous tits. So…fucking…hot,” he groaned between labored breaths.

Once was apparently not enough, because my body was already on a fast climb to the top.

He slipped one hand under me and rubbed my clit. Hard. Fast. So good.

“Come for me again.”

I was so close. Almost there.

“Now, god damn it. Let me see you come.”

Even that part of me was helpless to resist him. I toppled over the edge, bucking back against him, and I could feel him pound against my cervix. Pain or pleasure, I had no idea. Just so freaking good. I was still screaming when I felt him swell. One last thrust and he was shooting his come deep inside me with a loud shout. So deep. So good.

I collapsed. One big bundle of satisfied nerve endings. When he withdrew, I was aware of an emptiness even more profound than usual. I was empty. There was nothing in any part of me. But I was sinking too comfortably into the mattress to care.