N is for... (Checklist Book 14) by L DuBois (latest novels to read TXT) 📗

She was on her knees, helpless, being used. He’d inserted a toy into her ass, and was perversely playing with it rather than just fucking her with it.

“Needy slut,” Daniel murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Trying to fuck yourself on the plug.”

She hadn’t realized she was rocking back and forth, working her ass on the plug. She stilled, whimpering in frustration.

“Such a good sub, knowing she should hold still so her master can use her.”

Her master. Yes, that felt right.

“If you can hold still for thirty seconds, I’ll let you get on the saddle.”

Autumn lifted her head and looked back at him, able to see him only out of the corner of her eye. She raised her eyebrows, earning a comically evil chuckle from him.

“Bwah, ha, ha. Yes, you know that I won’t make this easy for you.”

“Of course not, Sir.”

“Time starts when you get back in your proper position.” A hard slap to her ass had her dropping back down. As she did her nipples rubbed on the blanket, and it was enough to make her groan, her toes curl.

“What felt good?” Daniel asked.

“My nipples touched the blanket, Sir.”

“I have plans for those nipples.”

Rather than reply, Autumn focused on locking her muscles, even digging her toes into the blanket.

Then she started to count.

One one thousand, two one thousand.

Plastic snapped. He’d put on another glove.

Four one thousand, five one thousand.

Fingers brushed her pussy, a glancing touch to her labia only, but it was enough to have her sucking in air even as she tightened all her muscles to keep herself still.

“Your cunt is so wet.”

Normally she hated the word cunt, but not when he said it. Not when he paired the words with a second soft stroke of his fingers down the seam of her vulva.

Eleven…ish one thousand. She’d lost count.

He opened her pussy, separating the lips so cool air touched the heated core of her sex.

One gloved finger played with her inner labia, flicking and pinching them. The urge to shove back clawed at her. If she did, his finger would slide into her. She’d get the penetration she so desperately needed.

But he’d ordered her to stay still for thirty seconds. She gripped the blanket tighter with her toes and tensed every muscle, her jaw aching.

It was hopeless, because the instant his finger slid down to her clit, circling it with a quick little swirl, she jerked and cried out. She was so aroused that the simple touch felt like he’d touched a live wire to her.

Relief at finally, finally having some pleasure was quickly followed by alarm.

“Damn it,” she groaned.

“You lasted longer than I thought.” Daniel slid an arm under her, used it to lift her upper body off the blanket. She straightened, but that wasn’t enough, because his arm tightened, jerking her off balance so she tipped into him, her back against his chest.

“My patience is almost gone,” he growled in her ear. His hands gripped her wrists. He was still wearing a glove and she could feel the one damp finger. Damp because it had been in her wet pussy.

“Use me,” she whispered. “However you want. Anything you want.”

He forced her arms up, placing them behind his head. She laced her fingers through his hair, body arched to accommodate the position.

He brought his hands together in front of her to strip off the glove, throwing it to the side before cupping her breasts.

As with the touch to her clit, it was a sweet relief when he finally grabbed her breasts. He cupped them, pinching her nipples between his thumb and the side of his knuckle.

She tightened her hands in his hair, arching into the sweet pain.

His head lowered to her neck, and she felt him take a deep breath.

“Autumn…”

She couldn’t fully hear him, his word was muffled by her hair, but she was pretty sure he’d said her name. She froze, heart pounding in her chest. He’d said her name like a benediction, with reverence and a need that had nothing to do with sex.

His fingers tightened, compressing her nipples so hard that they turned white and she screamed in pain.

“Did that hurt, slut?” Now his voice was clear, his head no longer buried against her.

“Yesss, Sir.”

“Good.” He released her breasts to grab her wrists, tugging her hands free of his hair so he could move away.

She didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to lose the full torso connection between them. Autumn protested with a moan of disappointment when he abandoned her. She shivered as cool air hit her bare back, which had become used to the heat of his body.

He tugged her hair, not hard, but almost reassuringly. She turned to watch as he went to the bag, finally taking out an accessory for the Sybian.

She swiveled on her knees to watch as he first screwed in the small metal penetration piece, then fitted the silicone accessory over the whole top of the saddle, covering the raised ridge and encasing the metal shaft. The long flat panel that lay over the ridge was studded with small bumps. The penetration piece wasn’t a dildo, but instead a four-inch tall mushroom-shaped protrusion. Daniel adjusted the angle of the insertable, stepped back to eye it, and then picked up the controller. He studied it, a little smile playing over his lips.

The Sybian kicked on, the motor rumbling to life. It was louder than she remembered.

Daniel pushed something on the remote, and the ridge down the center started to vibrate, the little nubs going blurry with the force of the vibrations.

Daniel laughed, and she glanced over to see that he was looking at her.

“Your eyes are so big right now.”

“I don’t remember it being that loud or that...” She waved her hand at it in a vague way.

“Intimidating?” He quirked a brow. “No, you’re not intimidated by this. You’re a little nervous, but you’re also aroused.”

Autumn snorted. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed, and the Sybian stopped vibrating.

“Captain Obvious, Sir.”

The vibrator turned back on.

“Now watch this.”

He sounded