Page 47 of Gilded Locks

“Stay,” he commanded, as if speaking to a dog. His hand pressed her shoulders back down, his fingers brushing her hair toward the floor. “Hold that ass open like I showed you.”

He gave her cheeks a warning tap and she quickly obeyed—rewarded with another swat. “Ah!”

“Try not to tense.” He kept to striking the fleshy parts of her thighs and soon the sting transcended into a warm burn. There was the bite of leather, then the strange sense of release that followed.

““Good girl. Let go of your ass now, and turn your hands palm up. Keep them at the base of your spine and don’t move.”

Her legs were shaking, and she needed the bolster to hold her upright. She did as he instructed and gasped when he struck her ass. Twice. Three times. Four. He kept going until she lost count. Then he adjusted her arms outward, as if she were stretched on a cross. He turned her wrists to expose her soft palms and then whipped them as well.

Her entire body vibrated with an electric tingle, similar to the buzzing numbness she suffered after the shock therapy. She didn’t move when he finally stopped whipping her. Nor did she look to see where he went, but she sensed him walk away and heard him opening more cabinets and drawers.

Furniture squealed as he dragged a heavy table in front of her. She looked up through bleary eyes and watched as he placed several objects on the table. One was a glass bottle, but she couldn’t read the label. Then he set down a small silver object. One end was tapered like a spade, the other had a knob with a diamond.

Beside the diamond object, he placed a cord covered in balls of all different sizes. The width of each ball increased, graduating from small and slender on one end to thicker on the other.

Besides that, he placed a pitcher of water and a glass. On the other side of the glass, he lay down a long thick—Marigold’s eyes widened and she struggled to sit up.

“Stay.”

She hated when he spoke to her like an animal. “That’s not going inside of me.”

“Incorrect. All of this is going inside of you.” He filled a glass of water and stood before her at the bolster. “Head up.”

Her shoulders were weak from tensing. He pressed the glass to her lips and tipped it so water rushed into her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her nipples hardened at the cold drops and she moaned in distress.

“Swallow all of it. I want you fully watered when I get you nice and wet.”

He held the back of her head and forced her to drink the entire glass. She gasped for breath when he finally stepped away.

Eyes wide, she watched as he lifted the ornate bottle and pumped several drops of what she assumed was oil into his hand. He then reached for the knotted plastic rope and rounded the bolster. She instinctively tried to follow him with her eyes, but he shoved her back down.

“Time to hold your ass open again.” Cold oil drizzled down her spine as he massaged it between her crack. “Nice and wide, so I can see.”

Her palms tingled from the whip, which made her grip clumsy, but she tried to work with him, believing what he’d said earlier about staying relaxed.

His finger found her tight hole and pressed.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

He paused, but left his finger partially penetrating the tight muscle. It was enough to scramble her thoughts. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stop meant home. “I…” Shit. Shit! Panic welled inside of her, but she couldn’t back out now. She just needed a moment to mentally prepare for what he planned to do. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

He chuckled. “Gotta love a virgin ass. You won’t be able to claim the same tomorrow.” His thumb pressed all the way in and she screamed.

He held it there, waiting for her to accept the intrusion and figure out that screaming only made things worse.

“That’s better,” he said when she silenced.

A fevered sweat broke out over her skin and her breasts stuck to the damp leather of the bolster as she panted. Heat trailed up her spine as he stepped closer.

Still hard as a rock, he bent over her and whispered, “Soon, it’ll be my cock in your ass.”

She closed her eyes in shame, knowing he spoke the truth.

He pulled his thumb back ever so slightly, only to wedge it back in again. “Very good. I think you like having your ass filled.”

She didn’t. It was awkward and mind scrambling and overwhelming in a way regular sex simply was not. As soon as he withdrew his thumb she gasped in relief. Pressing her cheek to the cool leather, she caught her breath.