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  Brock smiled as she lifted for his fingers, accepting their invasion without hesitation. He generously coated her tight orifice with lube before replacing his fingers with the plug, pushing it in until it was embedded completely except for the cord and small pump.

  “Take a deep breath while I inflate it to about a third of its capacity.”

  Lillian did as instructed, wondering if she would be able to take it. She already felt full and he hadn’t even pumped it up yet. She took a deep breath, but still couldn’t prevent the small whimper of discomfort as the plug grew and stretched her uncomfortably.

  “Give it a minute, pet,” Brock soothed her when he released the pump and she was shifting uncomfortably. His hand rubbed her buttocks, offering comfort, until she settled down. “Better?”

  Surprisingly, it was. “Yes, thank you Master,” she replied as she was beginning to get used to the invasion. She felt pampered and cared for as she lay over his lap, his hand caressing the flesh he had abused as her anus throbbed with its unaccustomed use.

  “Good, now, bend over the bed, face down, ass up.” Brock lifted her and turned her to the bed.

  Lillian bent over and rested her head on her folded arms, imagining the picture her plugged ass made with it’s cord hanging down and her cheeks still pink from his hand. She watched as he lifted the belt and slowly folded it in half before moving behind her. The first stroke sent her forward, the shock and pain catching her off guard. She felt an instant burning streak across her ass, but it was already fading as the next blow landed.

  Lillian grabbed a hold of the covers as he whipped her steadily, the blows evenly placed, landing in different areas until there wasn’t an untouched spot on her entire ass and the tops of her thighs. Once she had become accustomed to the pain, she embraced each stroke, savored each burn and wondered how she had lived so long without this pleasure. Her nipples hardened to the point of pain, her pussy swelled and seeped her copious juices, dampening her thighs. But more pleasing than the painful stimulation was the look she caught on Brock’s face. Eyes glued to her ass, he wielded the belt with finesse, his look one of prideful ownership and lust. When he dropped the belt and moved behind her with his seeping cock in hand, she knew there was no way she was going to be able to keep from climaxing with him, sharing this pleasure with him.

  Brock thrust into her sopping cunt, his hands grasping her red, hot buttocks. She threw herself back at him, taking him deep, her warm wet walls clinging instantly to his thick, hard length, and he knew there was no way he could deny her.

  “Master, please,” she sobbed, tears leaking from her drenched blue eyes. Between his cock and the plug, she had never felt so full or been so aroused.

  “Yes, pet, come on my cock. Squeeze me like you’ll never let me go,” he demanded harshly as he pumped into her, taking her fast and hard as both their bodies demanded.

  They came together, her cunt clasping around his cock, clinging to him as he filled her with his semen.

  Chapter Seven

  Brock washed her up before giving her time to dry and fix her hair before coming down to breakfast. Lillian heard Jean-Luc and Brock talking as she moved slowly, due to the unaccustomed feel of the plug. She had looked at her buttocks before leaving the bedroom and they were still red, though they didn’t pain her anymore. There was only a slight tenderness that was a reminder of her earlier torment. She felt herself blushing as she neared the kitchen, not so much from her nudity today as from the blatant evidence of her position displayed by the plug and her red ass.

  “Good morning, ma petite,” Jean-Luc greeted her with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. “I have made banana and macadamia nut pancakes for you this morning.”

  “Thank you, Jean-Luc. They sound wonderful, but I’m going to weigh two hundred pounds by the end of the month if you keep feeding me like this, then my master will be more than happy to send me home.”

  Brock tried to picture her overweight and somehow the thought of her becoming fat didn’t bother him nearly as much as the reminder that this was temporary. “You don’t cook like that for me,” he grumbled good naturedly as he led Lillian to her mat and eased her down, refusing to dwell on the inevitable right now.

  Lillian blushed even more when Jean-Luc gasped at seeing her ass, mortified at the way the tail of the plug swung against her buttocks as she walked.

  “Mon dieu but that is a beautiful sight, Brock. You do an old man proud.”

  “Old man, my ass,” he answered derisively as he took a seat and fed Lil a bite of fruit and nut pancake dripping in syrup. “You’re still giving your woman as much, if not more.”

  “And I pray I will be able to pleasure both of us thusly for many years to come.”

  “Jean-Luc lost his wife two years ago, pet. Six months ago, he found a widow with similar needs to help ease his loneliness.”

  A smile of some intimate knowledge passed between the two men, and Lillian suspected there was more to the story but that she wasn’t going to hear it right now. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  “As am I dear, as am I. My Marie was one in a million. Now, I must be off to plan the menu for tonight. I’ll see you at the club later, Brock.”

  Lillian actually got some work done that morning despite the discomfort of the plug. At noon, per her master’s instructions, she deflated the plug and removed it. Irrationally, she felt empty without it and was sorely tempted to put it back in, but knew she wouldn’t without permission. How easily she had slipped into the role of a complete submissive, she thought as she munched on a salad at her desk. Her instant attraction to Brock and the way she had succumbed so quickly to the demands listed in their contract worried her. She knew this was what she wanted and that she wanted it only with him, but she didn’t think Brock felt the same way. She feared she was just another client to him, one to be cast aside once the contract was fulfilled and quickly replaced with another applicant. The fact that he hadn’t kissed her on the mouth yet only reaffirmed that fear. While she was giving everything of herself to him, he was holding back from her, and in a very obvious way. The longer she was with him, the more she enjoyed submitting to his dominant will the more painful it was going to be when this was over. She could only hope that she would come to mean something more to him in a few weeks, enough that he might consider giving their relationship a try without a contract binding them.

  The next few days proceeded the same with Brock inserting the inflatable plug in the morning, liberally applying his belt and then fucking her into orgasmic bliss. He stopped tying her at night and allowed her to come with him, until Friday morning.

  Brock was waiting for her by the bed, his belt folded in half and held casually in his hands when she emerged from the bathroom. “You no longer need the plug, pet, but I do have the need to whip you. Over the bed.”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied, wondering at his cool demeanor. He hadn’t exactly warmed completely with her, but he hadn’t showed her that complete indifference lately either, until now. Laying her head down, she spread her legs and anticipated that first blow, that first burst of fiery pain. He wasted no time giving it to her and, as always, it took her breath away, making her gasp and shift uncomfortably. By the time he had landed six strokes, she was panting with unfulfilled need, missing the plug, her ass and pussy both aching to be filled as she surrendered to the pain induced pleasure.

  Brock gave her six more, each one harder than the previous, until her ass was bright red and her pussy was dampening her thighs. Her tight puckered hole beckoned to him and he couldn’t wait until this evening when he planned on deflowering her there. Putting down the belt, he grabbed her hot buttocks and thrust into her gripping cunt.

  “You’re not allowed to come, Lil. Do you understand?”

  Lillian whimpered in disappointment, but it never entered her mind to disobey him. “Yes, Master.”

  Brock actually shuddered with the pleasure hearing her tearful compliance filled him with. Having her deny her own needs
, give up her own pleasure simply because he wished it was the strongest of aphrodisiacs and within seconds of hearing it his balls drew taut and his seed filled her womb as his orgasm shook him to the very core.

  Brock was in his office when she arrived at the club before opening that evening. “Hello, Master,” she greeted him with a smile while slipping out of her dress and shoes. She had missed him today and each day was becoming more difficult to be away from him, even for those few hours at work.

  Brock watched her strip, his cock stirring as first those beautiful breasts with their pretty pink nipples were bared and then her just as beautiful bare pussy. What the fuck was it about her that had him hard damn near twenty four hours a day and missing her when she was gone. He needed to get this situation under control, his control, before he lost all sense of reasoning.

  “Hello, pet. Did you have a good day?” he asked as he took her hand and lowered her to the mat next to his chair at the small conference table set in the corner of his office.

  “Busy. I had two closures and three showings. All of them look promising.”

  When he had researched her company before deciding to accept her application, Brock had been impressed at how successful she was at such a young age. Her real estate company was one of the most sought after in Miami, mainly because of her reputation for honesty and no pressure sales.

  “Well, I’m afraid I’m behind on my schedule. Kent and Mike, the head of my security, will be in here shortly for our weekly meeting. Dinner will have to wait until we’re through.”

  Kent and Mike entered his office just then and seated themselves at the table. Lillian had been at the club every evening this week and they had seen her naked numerous times. Their presence no longer embarrassed her, on the contrary, she basked in the pride and approval that shone on Brock’s face whenever someone eyed her body with admiration, lust and/or envy.

  Lillian sat between Brocks knees, her head resting contentedly against his hard thigh while he casually stroked her head, hair and face. His deep voice lulled her as he conversed with Kent and Mike at the table.

  Brock’s stiffening cock drew her attention, making her mouth water. As if he could read her mind, he casually reached down with his other hand and lowered the zipper of his slacks, his attention never wavering from the other two men or their agenda. His hard cock sprang out in front of her and, to her surprise, he gave her head a slight push forward, allowing her to pleasure him at her pace for a change. Lillian wasted no time questioning his benevolence as she closed her lips over his purple head, sucking softly, her tongue swirling underneath the crown to the most sensitive area. Drops of pre-come fell on her tongue and she moaned as his flavor exploded in her mouth, eagerly swallowing each little drop while she sought his full release.

  Opening her mouth, she took him deep, sucking slow and hard as she pulled up and took him in again, concentrating solely on his pleasure and completely forgetting about the other two men. Over and over she went down on him, her lips tight, her tongue busy stroking his hard length. She vaguely registered the voices of the three men, intent only on pleasing Brock.

  Releasing his turgid length, she moved her lips down his cock to his heavy sac, closing her lips around that treasure, while her hand took over on his cock. Burying her nose into his crotch, she breathed deeply as she sucked first one ball and then the other, rolling them gently with her tongue. She didn’t notice when the men’s talking ceased, their attention now solely focused on her. She was too busy savoring her treasure, enjoying the taste and feel of his sac in her mouth. Her thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, spreading his seeping juices around the head as his balls tightened, signaling his imminent climax.

  With a harsh groan, Brock’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling her greedy mouth away from his balls. Grasping his cock, he pushed it roughly into her eagerly accepting mouth. He now took over, controlling her head as he used her mouth for his pleasure. Within seconds he was erupting down her throat, his seed filling her mouth, completing her as nothing else could. His hand loosened, rubbed her scalp as she continued to suck his now semi-erect shaft, reluctant to relinquish him yet.

  As if nothing had happened, the men resumed their meeting. Lillian kept Brock’s cock in her mouth, enjoying the easy fit now that he had come. She liked this stage of his pleasure, that in between stage that left him hard enough to rest easily in her mouth, but not big enough to fill her. She lapped at him like a contented puppy, thinking she could stay like this forever, basking in the honor of keeping his cock warm and pleasured.

  Despite his powerful orgasm, Brock couldn’t prevent his cock from getting hard again so quickly, the loving attention Lillian was laving on him impossible to hold out against. He had deliberately made her get him off once before he proceeded with his plans of taking her ass for the first time. The loving way she was caressing his cock, keeping him in her warm, wet mouth as if she was savoring a special treat, nearly made him come again.

  Pulling her off him, he lifted her and spun her around, pushing her onto the table. A nod from him had Kent and Mike grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head in tight grips. Brock leaned over her prone back, his now fully hard cock nestling between her buttocks. He never explained himself or his actions and wasn’t going to start now. Kissing her shoulder was the only bit of comfort he would allow her for now. Her wide blue eyes looked at him, calm and trusting. It was that easy acceptance that was going to be his downfall.

  Pushing away, he pulled his belt free, doubled it over and laid it across her vulnerably positioned buttocks. Her gasp sounded loud in the quiet room as did the slap of the leather against her flesh. He whipped her hard and fast, covering her ass and thighs quickly, wasting no time raising a bright red hue on her lovely skin. Her heavy breathing and bucking hips caused his dick to harden further, urging him to seek out the pleasure of her virgin dark orifice.

  Lillian was grateful for Mike and Kent’s restraint as Brock applied his belt over and over. It thrilled her that they were witness to Brock’s use of his new belt and that they would now know of its purpose whenever they saw him wearing it. Her ass was quickly turned on fire, throbbing with abuse, swelling with the torment. She savored every stroke, swallowed the pain and embraced the pleasure. As always, she was sorry when he stopped, but when his lubed fingers penetrated her anus, she had something else to concentrate on. She couldn’t prevent the moan of pleasure as he liberally coated her ass with three fingers, working his way in and out, swirling them around her passage, preparing her for his cock. It felt undeniably good to be filled once again there after having been empty all day.

  She felt bereft when he removed his fingers, but then he rested his cock between her buttocks against her sensitive entrance. Leaning over her again, he demanded hoarsely, “Tell me you want this, Lil. Tell me you want me to take your ass in front of Kent and Mike.”

  Lillian never hesitated, didn’t need to think of her answer. It was already there, waiting to burst out. “Yes, master, please, please fuck my ass.”

  Pride surged through him as he rose and grabbed her hips. His thumbs dug into her red cheeks, spreading her buttocks as he slid balls deep into her ass in one smooth stroke. Lillian cried out, stiffening at his thick invasion. “Try to relax, breath through the pain, pet.”

  Lillian did as he instructed, and was rewarded with the swift passing of the pain as he held himself still inside her. He filled her completely and stretched her widely, much more so than the plug had. She had just begun to enjoy the feel of him inside her when he slowly pulled back, this thick length rasping along sensitive nerve endings, causing her to shudder in pleasure. When he slipped completely out of her hole, she felt tears well at the emptiness she felt. Her distress was relieved quickly when he again penetrated her with another stroke, embedding himself fully inside her and then holding himself still. This time the pain came and went faster, leaving only the pleasure, the utter sense of fulfillment. Tears slipped out as he pulled out of her again, damp
ening the table.

  “Master, please,” she begged, lifting her ass in supplication.

  Brock swatted her right buttock hard in admonishment even though her plea was everything he could have hoped for. “Stay still, Lil. I know what’s best.” He entered her for the third time, loving the tight feel of her ass, the bright red cheeks warm against his thighs.

  He repeated his steady penetration and slow, tormenting withdrawal three more times, getting her used to his invasion, accustoming her to the feel of him in her ass. He intended to fuck her ass often and now was the only time she could expect him to be as slow and gentle as he was, and even that was about to end.

  Lillian tightened her hands into fists, grateful for the hard clasp that Kent and Mike had

  On her wrists. Tears of frustration and need wet her cheeks and soaked the table, tiny whimpers of longing fell from her lips. She needed him, and his rough possession at this moment more than she needed air to breath. “Master, take me, please. I need you.”

  Those three small words were his undoing and put an end to his patience. Shoving back into her, he took her ass as he had longed to do all along, with hard, forceful strokes and pounding need. Over and over he buried himself in her deeply, allowing her to lift her hips for each thrust as she silently begged for more.

  Lillian bit her lip, drawing blood, as he finally took her the way she needed. His cock filling her ass, pounding into her over and over, had her juices spilling from her empty cunt. She knew both Kent and Mike were watching her ass, their eyes glued to Brock’s large cock thrusting in and out of her tight, dark hold, her reddened hips lifting to accept him there without reservation. She felt every hard ridge of his shaft, felt him quicken as he neared release, making her own orgasm ready to erupt. Before she could feel that blessed release, he jerked hard, spilling his seed inside her, filling her with his essence. Lillian felt a completeness unlike anything she had felt before as she accepted his seed in her ass. She had taken him down her throat and in her pussy, and now that she had taken him in her ass, his possession of her was complete.