Fortune Annabel Joseph (life books to read .TXT) 📖

many submissives he’d been with before her. If the female attention he’d received at the dungeon was any indication, the number wasn’t low.

“How many of those girls at the party have you slept with?” she asked, not quite able to sound casual.

“Jealous?”

“How many?”

“Quite a few. But it was just casual stuff, playing around.”

“Hm.” She crossed her arms over her chest, pressed her legs together more tightly.

“Good god. You really are jealous.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“Actually, yes. Considering you’ve probably been with three times as many people.”

“I have not been with three times as many people as you.”

“I watched you leave with an awful lot of men from Masquerade.”

“What do you mean, you watched me?”

“I watched you. I noticed you a long time before you noticed me. I watched you for a pretty long time, Ekaterina. You little slut.”

Kat shook her head. “I noticed you a long time before you noticed me.”

“No, I don’t think so. Because I remember the first night you noticed me, despite your efforts to be slick.”

“Yeah, you’re so much slicker than me.”

“In some ways,” he smirked, pinching the top of her thigh. “Anyway, the point is, don’t be a hypocrite. Yes, I’ve slept with other women. You’ve also slept with other men.”

“But I don’t see those other men anymore. Those women were all over you. And you seemed to enjoy it.”

“So, so jealous.” He glanced over at her as he turned the corner to their street. “Little Miss I’m-not-good-at-this, I-don’t-want-a-relationship.”

Kat fell silent. It was true. The “old” her hadn’t felt these things. Jealousy. Possessiveness.

“Maybe your cranes are working,” she joked, masking her unbalanced feelings in a teasing tone. “How many have you made so far?”

“Seven hundred and forty-five.”

The number stunned her into silence. They were nearly home.

“Ready to get your ass fucked, Kat?”

She thought of him folding seven hundred and forty-five origami figures. “Um. Yeah. I guess I’ll give it a try.”

* * * * *

He got the rope first and tied her hands in a simple knot at the small of her back, running a line up to hook through her collar. Ryan thought as he worked that she was getting a lot better at tolerating the rigging. She was obviously still uncomfortable with it and still fought him a little, but not like she used to. At first, it was like roping a calf. Now it was more like gentling a filly. Sometimes she spooked but she was mostly okay.

When the knot was done and her hands were secure, he started with a plug. He bent her over the bed and held her down with one hand, slipping the slim toy inside her with the other hand, using plenty of lube. She whined and fidgeted as if he were torturing her. He had half a mind to get the next size up and see what she thought of that.

But no, he would go slow. He wanted her to like anal as much as he did, and a painful and frightening first experience wouldn’t accomplish that. And of course he wasn’t torturing her. She was just ultrasensitive and ultrahorny at the moment, which is what he’d intended when he didn’t let her come at the club.

When the plug was firmly seated, he pressed the wide flange against her, pushing it deeper just to get a reaction. “How does that feel, naughty girl?”

“Naughty? I’m trying to be good. Why naughty?”

“Because I say so,” he chuckled, slapping her ass. “And because you love what I’m doing to you right now.”

She made some token sounds of disagreement, her hands pulling down on the rope that bound her, but he slipped a finger down to press against her sodden slit and her mutterings turned into a long sigh.

He chuckled again. She was such a hedonist when she got excited. He helped her up off the bed and made her stand straight and still before him, despite the sensation of the plug inside her narrow passage. “Okay, girl. This is how it goes. I’m going to lube up my cock really well and then I’m going to work it slowly into your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you. It will hurt like hell for the first few moments but just breathe through it, okay? As long as you relax, you’ll survive.”

“What if I don’t survive?”

“I’ll clean you up before I deliver your corpse to your parents.”

Her outraged glare made him laugh out loud. “Look, you’re going to fucking love this. Okay? So bend over the bed now and spread your legs.”

She obeyed him, moving slowly. He noted the shiver and also the lust in her eyes. She bent over just as she’d been at the club but there was no spreader bar here. He stepped between her legs and acted as a spreader himself, pushing her feet even farther apart using his own. “Yes, just like that. Now stay.”

She moaned softly as he removed the plug and tossed it on a towel on the floor for her to clean later. He generously lubed up his cock, then put another good-sized dab on her anus. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance with one hand, holding her waist with the other.

“Okay, this is the hard part. Just relax, even when you feel a little pain. It will get better.”

He rocked against her, pressed in just a little, then out. The plug had stretched her a bit, but not much. She wiggled her hips and took a deep breath. With careful control, he pushed deeper, let his weight fall forward so just the head of his cock breached her. Her reaction was instant, a wail and a struggle. “No,” he said sharply, putting both hands on her hips to hold her still. “Don’t pull away. Relax. This is the worst of it.”

“It hurts. You’re hurting me.”

“I know.”

“You’ll tear me!”

“No, I won’t. Your body will adjust to it. Just…” He shifted in her ever so slightly, inching forward. “Just give it a minute.” He rubbed her back, then leaned