Page 111 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter
I shiver as he seems to write. A message for me or someone else?—
He rises, and I let out a slow breath. I’m strung tighter than a wire, everything in me screaming to peek at him, to beg to come. To say something—anything.
But is this it? He’s just going to bring me to the edge and go?
There’s another noise, one that doesn’t make sense until cold liquid drips down the crack of my ass. His finger follows the same path his tongue did, around and around my asshole, then pushing inside. My muscles grip at him, but he works his finger in and out until I groan.
I know what’s next.
And in a moment of supreme clarity, I am one hundred percent sure I could straighten and tear off the blindfold and he wouldn’t put up a fight.
Or maybe he would.
His finger is replaced by something larger. It pushes against my ring of muscles and just keeps going, finally gaining entry—but it seems never-ending. It hurts, the pain unexpected, and then suddenly gives way to something else.
I want to cry out, but all my sounds are bottled up in my throat.
After a long moment, his hips touch my ass.
He releases a slow breath—the only sound he’s made so far.
“Sydney?” Maddy calls. “Are you okay?”
We go still, and I clear my throat. “J-just changing my clothes.” I can’t remember if I closed my bedroom door. I don’t know if L. did in the case that I didn’t. “The butter left a stain…”
“Okay!” Her voice is cheery, not at all suspicious.
He moves. Withdrawing and thrusting back in, his one hand now splayed across my back and the other on my wrist in front of my face. Maybe ensuring that I won’t surprise him and tear it off.
His fingers dig into my skin as he fucks me harder. My ass aches, pain collecting in my nerve endings, sparking and mixing with pleasure. Like being spanked in the woods.
Why do I like pain?
My mouth is open, my breath coming in sharp pants. I won’t come like this—I’m pretty sure I won’t. With him not touching my clit, this is just another form of torture, and it seems to roll on and on and on.
Until he finishes inside my ass without a word. Just a quiet grunt, a quivering of his thighs against the backs of my legs, as he pumps slower and milks out the last of it.
He pulls out, but his hand on my back keeps me down. Not that I’m in any danger of moving. My legs are jelly, and my core is pulsing. I strain my ears for any hint of what he’s doing, but it just sounds like fabric rustling. Then something cold touches my asshole.
It slides in, helped along by his cum, and my sphincter closes around an indent.
Butt plug, my mind supplies.
He leaves me like that, the window sliding up, the little scuff of his shoes and rattle of metal as he hops onto the fire escape.
I open my eyes, then tear off the blindfold. My phone is right in front of my face.
L.
Leave it for one of your guys to find.
Jesus.
It feels… I’ve never had anything in my ass like this. I lift myself up off the desk and quickly drag my clothes back into place.
It’s there, persistent, for every move I make.
Notice me, notice me, notice me.