Page 11 of Out for Blood
I lick my lips with anticipation.
“Now listen closely slut, I am only going to say this once, put your knees on the knee pads and angle forward, your stomach will meet the surface of the table. Your face will go into a face pad that’s a V-shape, and your arms will rest on pads right below your face.”
The fuck bench.
Again, I follow his instructions, situating myself.
Tyler stalks around the table, fastening each strap while caressing the skin underneath, two on each leg, two on my back, two on each arm, one over my neck, and one across the back of my head.
He stalks over until he’s at my back; I hear a dispenser, and then his hand slips along my pussy and ass.
Lube.
“Look. At You. Completely at my mercy, my personal fuck doll.”
He finds my clit and massages it back and forth.
A faint sound betrays me.
“Do you like that, my little reaper? Tell me.”
More moans leave my mouth, and I breathlessly beg, “Yes, more.”
I sink into his touch, my body bowing against the restraints.
His other hand strokes the middle of my back; he’s inches from me now.
Stopping at my tight hole, he nudges the tip of his finger in.
“Oh god,” I bite out.
My pussy flutters.
“Not yet. Look at how your body begs for me.”
He prods his finger further, rotating it as another finger slips in.
Then he withdraws both his hands.
Suddenly, something invades my tight hole. It’s circular.
“Breathe, slut. I know your hole can take it.”
He guides it in. Then another. Until there are five total.
Silicone anal beads.
I’m completely undone now.
“Please,” I plead with him.
“I think you're more than ready for me, my little reaper.”
He cups my pussy and then plunges a finger in.
He pulls out at the same time, gradually easing one of the beads out.
I suck in a startled breath.
