Page 39 of Doll's Eye
The bed dips behind me as he climbs from it, and I hear some rustling around somewhere in the room, but I don’t open my eyes to see. I’d rather not. He probably went to get some kind of toy to use on me—a whip or vibrator of some sort.
The rustling stops, and a moment later, the bed dips behind me again. “Suck.” My eyes pop open to see a small object hovering before my lips.
“What is it?”
Whack!He smacks my cheek harder than before, making my bottom lip quiver. “Open your mouth and suck,” he demands.
I glance down at the object and see that it’s a butt plug. “I am not putting something in my mouth that has been in another woman’s asshole, Massimo,” I hiss. The audacity of him thinking I would do such a vile thing!
“It’s clean. Now, suck.” My lips seal shut in defiance. I know I’ll pay for my disobedience, but this is across the line. It’s degrading. “I’ll shove it in dry if you don’t,” he warns, and I know he’ll carry out his threat. Letting out a shaky breath through my nose, I tentatively open my mouth, and he slides the plug in. “Suck.” Tightening my lips around it, I do as he says and suck. Making sure to slobber all over it because it’s for the comfort of my asshole, after all. His eyelids grow listless, watching me, and I feel a little more power creeping back to me. Blinking his eyes a few times, he pops the thing out of my mouth and moves back behind me.
Cinching my eyes shut again, I wait for whatever is coming next. The tip of the plug begins to poke at my clenched hole, and I know from experience that if I tense up, it’ll hurt more. So, I relax and arch my back more. He twirls the tip in the center of my hole and puts pressure on it as if he’s screwing it in.
His other fingers find my wet folds, and he fondles them, making me loosen up even more on instinct. My hips begin rocking, gaining more friction, and the butt plug is set into place. My hips come to a jolting stop when he spanks me hard, once on each cheek. I growl again in frustration and anger.
It wasn’t my fucking fault. My body was just moving on instinct!
“This isn’t for you,gattina. This is for me.”
A phone begins going off somewhere behind me, and I feel him getting off the bed again. “Yeah,” he clips and pauses. “I’ll be right down.”
Yes!Any other time I would be outraged that a man answered his phone when I was naked on his bed, but not right now.
“Looks like we’ll have to save the rest for later,cara mia,” he murmurs, and I hear things moving around behind me. “Do you need to use the restroom?”
“What?” My head whips around as much as it can in this awkward position.
“Do you need to use the restroom? I won’t be long, but if you need to use it, you should now.”
“Massimo. You will not leave me like this.” I grind my molars.
His fully dressed figure comes into view, and I roll my eyes to meet his twinkling ones. “Yes or no, Alessia?”
“Uncuff me right now!” I give the restraints a yank.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to make demands,” he muses, and I pull more on the cuffs. The amusement drops from his face when he glances at my bound wrists. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“Why? Because that’s only for you to do?”
He looks back down at me and crouches next to the bed. “What I do to you is not bringing you any harm, Alessia,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. “I don’t wish ever to see you hurt.”
“And spanking me? Shoving things up my ass?”
Sighing, he stands up, buttons his suit jacket, and straightens his tie. “Are you in pain right now,cara?” I don’t answer because the only thing hurting right now are my wrists which is my own doing. “I expect to come back to you in this exact position.”
“Massimo.”
“Don’t move,” he scolds with a finger pointed. “I won’t be long.”
I’m stunned into silence as he walks away, and I hear the door open and then shut.He fucking left. He really fucking left me like this.And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
The position I’m in is hurting my back and shoulders, so I fall to the side to rest them for a few minutes.
“I warned you not to move,” Massimo’s voice wakes me. Then he applies pressure to the toy still lodged in my ass.
“I didn’t mean to. I fell asleep,” I mutter sleepily. My mouth opens with a yawn. “Don’t you think I’ve been punished enough, Massimo?” He doesn’t answer me. “Massimo,” I growl, getting really pissed off. “Get these fucking cuffs off me.” I yank on them twice with more force.
Nothing happens for several moments, and I almost think he’s left me again until I’m abruptly flipped to my back. I open my mouth in protest and he takes advantage by stuffing something inside of it. My fucking panties.
