So uh... Casey/Georgia, NC-17openmydoorsNovember 13 2009, 20:25:56 UTC
Casey flinched slightly, pushing forward, his dick leaking over the shiny marble of his office room floor. Everything about this was so cold, but his body felt like it was on fire, especially everywhere she touched.
"Stay still," she commanded, steel in her tone, and Casey struggled not to flinch again. Her voice was almost as cold as the strap-on dildo pushing at his hole. Almost, but not quite.
The lube had been applied on with haste, and she hadn't allowed him much prep time, just two fingers, scissoring for a few minutes as he groaned and sweated, bucking backwards into her touch. He regretted it now.
The hard, cold dildo pushed, even as the already abused ring of muscle protested. Casey bit his tongue to keep from crying out. It hadn't looked so big in his hand, in his mouth, but now, in his ass, it felt like a man's fist trying to wiggle its way in, no warning given.
He leaned his face down on his arms resting on the cold floor, arching his ass up further. He wanted her to do it fast and hard, like ripping off a band-aid, but she knew what he wanted, and wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"You like that, baby?" she whispered, voice husky and low, as she pushed the dildo in another inch, slowly, oh so slowly. Casey didn't respond, choosing to close his eyes and attempt to control his breathing. That wasn't working out for him too well, at this point.
She thrust forward, suddenly, jarring him, and Casey's eyes opened. He let out a loud groan.
"You will answer when I ask you a question, Doctor," she said, pulling his hair so that he was forced to look into her eyes. His eyes watered. Her fingernails were digging into his skull, but he was slightly gladder for it. It took his mind off the searing pain in his ass. That had been too quick, too soon. Not nearly enough lubrication.
"Y-yes," Casey managed to say, his back arched unnaturally as she was still pulling at his hair. "Y-yes, mistress. I love what you do to me."
He found that lying was better than the alternative. He still had the lash marks on his ass to prove it.
She finally let go of his hair, and he dropped to the floor once more, his face flat on its cold surface.
"Good." He could hear the smirk in her voice, and closed his eye again. "Now start moving, Doctor. I don't have all day. We've both got patients to see."
"Stay still," she commanded, steel in her tone, and Casey struggled not to flinch again. Her voice was almost as cold as the strap-on dildo pushing at his hole. Almost, but not quite.
The lube had been applied on with haste, and she hadn't allowed him much prep time, just two fingers, scissoring for a few minutes as he groaned and sweated, bucking backwards into her touch. He regretted it now.
The hard, cold dildo pushed, even as the already abused ring of muscle protested. Casey bit his tongue to keep from crying out. It hadn't looked so big in his hand, in his mouth, but now, in his ass, it felt like a man's fist trying to wiggle its way in, no warning given.
He leaned his face down on his arms resting on the cold floor, arching his ass up further. He wanted her to do it fast and hard, like ripping off a band-aid, but she knew what he wanted, and wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"You like that, baby?" she whispered, voice husky and low, as she pushed the dildo in another inch, slowly, oh so slowly. Casey didn't respond, choosing to close his eyes and attempt to control his breathing. That wasn't working out for him too well, at this point.
She thrust forward, suddenly, jarring him, and Casey's eyes opened. He let out a loud groan.
"You will answer when I ask you a question, Doctor," she said, pulling his hair so that he was forced to look into her eyes. His eyes watered. Her fingernails were digging into his skull, but he was slightly gladder for it. It took his mind off the searing pain in his ass. That had been too quick, too soon. Not nearly enough lubrication.
"Y-yes," Casey managed to say, his back arched unnaturally as she was still pulling at his hair. "Y-yes, mistress. I love what you do to me."
He found that lying was better than the alternative. He still had the lash marks on his ass to prove it.
She finally let go of his hair, and he dropped to the floor once more, his face flat on its cold surface.
"Good." He could hear the smirk in her voice, and closed his eye again. "Now start moving, Doctor. I don't have all day. We've both got patients to see."
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