“Never.” Her cry was one of desperation. “And if you don’t finish this, Ian, so help me, I just might kill you.”
She was so close. Courtney could feel the building tension in her pu**y, the tightening of her womb, the tingles of electric pleasure moving up her spine as Ian continued to stroke and torment that secret place inside her cunt that she had no hope of reaching herself.
She had read about it. But had never been able to find just the right spot, with just the right touch to induce the levels of sensation Ian was building within her.
Her nails clawed at the wall as she felt his fingertip caress the sensitive area, felt the desperate, raging hunger rising higher than it ever had before. Perspiration built between her br**sts, along her brow. She could feel a million different sensations racing just beneath her flesh, fueling her pleasure as the blood raced through her veins.
She could feel Ian behind her, solid, muscular, the heat of his body searing into her back as his hand parted her thighs, his finger parted the muscles of her pu**y.
“More, Ian.” She couldn’t contain the wild gasp that escaped her lips. “Please more.”
She moved against his hand, lifting herself on tiptoes before lowering again, creating the barest amount of friction against the clenching muscles gripping his finger as it invaded her cunt.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned at her ear, his voice dark, velvety rough. “Just let it feel good for now. Let it build, Courtney.”
She whimpered at the gentleness in his voice. It wasn’t his gentleness she needed. Never that.
“Are you going to spank me now, Uncle Ian?” She could barely focus enough to speak. “I’ve been very naughty.”
He tightened behind her, his breathing growing heavier at her ear.
“Don’t tempt me, little girl,” he growled as the arm loosened around her stomach to allow his hand to move to the curve of one swollen breast.
Her nipple ached, it was so hard and tight.
“Do I tempt you?” Her back arched as he cupped the supple weight of her breast, his fingers unerringly finding the thrusting tip.
“You tempt me,” he admitted roughly. “Too much.”
His fingers tightened on her nipple, pulling at the tender tip as his finger moved slowly within her pu**y. The tiny bit of friction had the blood racing through her system, her juices rushing from her cunt as she clenched on his finger, fighting for release.
Finally. After years of useless, hopeless mast***ation, erotic dreams, and a hunger that had nearly drove her crazy. Finally, she was within sight of a measure of satisfaction. Nothing else mattered now. Only the cl**ax, the release and Ian’s touch.
He chuckled in amusement, his voice low as he whispered, “Do you think it’s going to be that easy.”
Before she could stop him, before she could do more than cry out in longing, his finger moved from her inner core, his hand raising as he pulled her back against his chest and slid the syrup-laden finger over her lower lip.
She tasted herself as pleasure punched her womb, stealing her breath.
She licked at his retreating finger, her tongue swiping over her lip as he groaned, a low, hungry sound, at her ear.
“Now there’s a good girl,” he whispered in approval as he moved her back.
The world tilted around her. Her hands reached out as he turned her quickly, pulling her over his lap as he sat on the mattress of the bed and pushed her gown over her h*ps before lifting it free of her body.
His hand landed on her rear.
There was no warning. No asking permission. Just a blazing sudden heat that had her writhing across his legs.
“Stay still.” His hand landed again, causing her rear to flex in response.
Heat surged through her ass to her pu**y. She could feel the dampness trickling to her thighs as she heard the bedside table open.
She bit her lip, knowing what he would find there. The tube of lubrication. The butt plug she had never found the opportunity or the courage to actually use. Why suffer more than she had already? If her fingers thrusting into her own pu**y did nothing to relieve the horrible hunger, how would a plug up her ass bring her any more satisfaction?
“Ah, you are a naughty little girl, aren’t you, Courtney?”
She felt him moving, heard the cap to the tube flip open.
“These come with such wondrous little inventions,” he crooned as one hand parted the cheeks of her rear. “Don’t you just love the little insertion tubes? This way, I just pierce your little ass with it…” She felt like screaming at the sensation of the cool penetration inside her rear. “And squeeze…”
The lubrication filled her rectum, sizzling inside her as she conjured images of what was to come.
“This way, working that butt plug up your little ass is going to be so much more fun. No preparation, Courtney. No easing those tight muscles. This way, you deal with the pain as well as the pleasure as I work it inside you. And that’s nothing compared to what’s coming as it inflates.”
His hand landed on her ass again.
Courtney twisted in his grip, crying out at the incredible, mind-numbing sensations the spanking incited within her body.
She was depraved, she knew. She had accepted that long ago.
The feel of his hand landing on her ass, knowing it was Ian, imagining the look on his face, the narrow-eyed steely determination and fierce eroticism she had glimpsed there when he had performed these acts as she secretly watched.
Now he was touching her.
Spanking her.
The erotic slaps were destroying her senses as her bottom began to burn in tandem with the burning ache deep inside her cunt. With each little slap the electric heat whipped through her ass, to her pu**y, to her clit. The swollen bud began to tingle, to ripple with sensation as she tightened, feeling the oddest pleasure, a deep building tension tightening it further…
“Not yet…” His hand lifted, the pressure easing as he gave the firm order.
“Damn you, Ian. This isn’t fair,” she cried out, attempting to rise from his lap, to push him to the bed and force him to ease the painful ache churning in her pu**y.
“I said stay still.” His voice hardened, sending a shiver of trepidation down her spine as his hand landed again, a bit harder, definitely in warning, on her heated rear.
She stilled.
“Ian…” She felt the tip of the plug, the low vibrating caress from the tip as it was placed at the entrance to her ass.