Don't Be Shy 5 (Patreon)

“Aaaa! Oohh! Gghn!” Kara could only squeal, over and over again, her hips full of motion not wholly her own. The pain was drifting away, proving to be the only thing that blocked the lascivious feelings now working their way into her body.

The more she strained, the more she felt, the more there was to feel. Good things, sensual things… she thought she’d just have to endure Lena’s attentions, but this was something more… depraved and perverted, it didn’t matter, it was happening, she was enjoying it.

She didn’t care if it was for money. She wanted these things Lena was doing to her. She needed this arousal she felt to press on, such a little distance, to the ultimate peak…

“You're so close now,” Lena purred, her finger settling into a series of strokes that seemed to run along a path of particularly sensitive nerves… flicking fires up inside Kara’s anus with each slow roll of her touch. “Shall I get you off or would you rather pretend you're not a slut?”

“Please get me off, please…” Kara begged, whimpering, whining, knowing how pathetic she sounded and not caring. Even liking it a little; this had to be what Lena got off on, if she was soliciting it from Kara so ardently.

And if Kara gave her what she wanted, she wouldn’t stop.

“That doesn't sound like something a good girl would want,” Lena lilted cheekily.

Kara seemed to instinctively know what Lena wanted to hear—what would keep that approving glimmer in her chocolate-rich voice. “I'm not a good girl, I'm not.”

“What are you?” Lena demanded, hard-edged. Kara heard a brush of fabric, a whisper of clothing against clothing, and could only imagine Lena’s other hand rubbing against her clothed groin. Putting that steely ardor into Lena’s voice.

“I'm a slut, mistress.”

“And?” Lena prompted, her breath quicker, approving, her whole body approving, her whole body turned on.

“And I'm your pet, Mistress.”

“And?” Lena moaned, so heated that it was like a bonfire, spreading to Kara, burning her even hotter than she already was.

“And I'm your fucking toy.”

Lena squealed aloud. With her free hand, she popped her belt buckle, unzipped her fly, pushed down trousers and panties enough to expose her cunt, then pressed herself to Kara’s ass—a wet kiss Kara felt simmering on the curve of her buttocks, licking her flesh as Lena rode the contact up and down,

She’s fucking me, Kara thought feverishly. Then: No, she’s fucking herself with me.

Even as Lena fingered her ass, her other hand went to Kara’s neck, the back of it, fingers and thumb locking into place like a collar, tighter, tighter, like she was trying to choke Kara, only that wasn’t it. She wanted to keep Kara in place, make sure she stayed right where she was so the pleasure could keep going and going.

Just like Kara wanted it to. She felt like an instrument played by a virtuoso—the finger in her ass, the hand gripping her neck, even the lips of another woman’s pussy rubbing against her ass—all of them part of her now, sensations that had taken up the core of her—she was a thing to give and receive pleasure—nothing else—only that mattered—it filled her and it kept filling her, not just what was being done to her, but what she was being used for.

It pressed at the boundaries of her from the inside, a reverse penetration. She would let Lena in, but because her walls had been shoved outward, not because Lena was breaking in.

Kara’s eyes rolled up in her head. She was on the cusp of orgasm. When Lena spoke, words echoing into the delirium of panting and cursing and moaning that was all Kara could hear—her own voice spoken by empty breath—and Lena sounded like the voice of God.

“Such a hot little ass… it feels just as good to fuck it as it does to fuck it.”

Kara sucked in breath, deep and hard. It pushed her just an inch too full, gave her the strength to finally give into the pounding waves that kept hitting her and hitting her, demanding to get loose. She found her voice: “Oh shit!”

And then something tight and tangled and immense inside her finally shifted, forcing its way through her, getting out of her in pulses that wrenched and surged all the way through Kara until they were free.

“UNNHH!” Kara groaned, feeling like a tension she’d never known she had was finally gone.

Wetness, warm and luscious as pure cream, pooled under her, touching her thighs and lower belly. Kara shut her eyes. It felt like slipping into a warm bath, only this one didn’t stop outside her. It slid into her, heating all of her womanhood, then dripping to the floor. She felt unaccountably proud of herself.

“Oh my… oh my…” Lena wasn’t tribbing Kara’s ass like she had been… she must’ve joined in on Kara’s climax at some point… but she still held them together, mons to supple skin… Kara felt the slowing drumbeat of her arousal, ticking down and down and down, assuring her that Lena had enjoyed herself as well. “My little overachiever… you squirted… you squirted all over my table…”

“Sorry,” Kara breathed, unable to feel apologetic in the slightest. If you don’t want me to come, maybe don’t fuck me… geez… and especially don’t fuck me like that.

“Don’t apologize. This is wonderful, truly wonderful… I wanted the real thing and there’s no faking that, now is there, my pet?”

“No, Mistress,” Kara said hazily.

Something trilled in her, rattling against the sleepy indolence of just how good this all felt… some vague notion of dignity or her old self or something… like a little voice telling her not to drive when she’d drunk enough to be tipsy. Probably—probably should listen to that voice, even now, when she was virtually drugged by… all of this.

“So my ‘anal sensitivity’ meets with your approval?”

“Oh yes. Yes.” Lena backed up and Kara heard a hurried reversal: fly going up, belt sucked back together, pants raised and straightened. “The job’s yours, my little squirt-gun. For as long as you can take it.”

Take it? I feel like I’m about to pass out on your table, lady… right in my own… whatever this is. “Great. I want five thousand a day.”

“What?” Lena asked blankly, barely even a question, the smoke in her voice suddenly gone.

Kara forced herself to get up, stand, pull her panties back into position, and flatten her dress down her body. “Well, you keep going on about how perfect I am and how I’m just what you’re looking for and I even squirted for you… seems to me that’s worth a little more than the first offer. To do that to me whenever you want.”

“You want five thousand dollars?” Lena asked, crossing her arms. She’d taken the glove off, but the thought of where that finger on her right hand had been still drove Kara to distraction. It took her a second to look Lena in the eye.

“Can you not afford it?” she asked innocently, while everything but her voice made the challenge clear.

“Can you supply five thousand dollars a day worth of that?” Lena volleyed back.

“You’re the one who stopped,” Kara retorted. “I was just beginning to enjoy myself.”

Lena’s eyebrows raised. Like a snake, her hand struck—circling Kara’s hip and grabbing her ass, pulling her close until they were body to body.

Kara’s asshole aching with its recent deflowering, Lena’s sex still pulsing with arousal, the dampness of Kara’s juices only seeming to grow hotter on her thighs.

“Five thousand and this hole belongs to me now, so get used to having it wide open.” Lena squeezed, her fingers digging into the cleft between Kara’s buttocks, fingertips not quite touching her opening but definitely felt there. “I play with my toys. I don't leave them on the shelf.”

Kara looked her in the eye. She reached down and petted Lena’s thigh. Up and down, fawningly, obsequiously, letting Lena know just how subservient she could be. And how vulnerable to that Lena was.

Lena hadn’t fucked her because she was in control, but because she’d lost it. And while Kara didn’t know what exactly her deal was—she hadn’t even seen all of her face—she could tell that for this woman, losing control was worth at least five thousand dollars.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for playing with me, Mistress. I love it when you play with me… when my asshole gapes open and I know that it's yours…”

Kara heard teeth grinding under the mask. “Enough… that’s enough for tonight. I have a long day tomorrow and not enough time to properly… educate… you.”

“It’s your dollar, Mistress,” Kara said, trying not to seem too smug. She knew Lena would only discipline her for that later.

What she didn’t know was how she’d feel about that discipline. The juices that soaked her thighs were trailing down, about to peek under the hem of her dress…

“You do have another four thousand for tonight, right?” she needled, her clit stingingly erect.

Maybe Lena’s discipline would be enough to send her running screaming from the room… but Kara wanted to find out.

“You’ll take a check,” Lena told her. “And one other thing. When you sleep in the bedroom adjoining mine?”

“Yes?”

“You sleep in the nude. I may feel like a midnight snack.”