I narrowed my eyes, but reached my hands over to the other side and leaned on the surface that smelled like it had been sterilized. As I tried to settle onto it, a wet spot cooled my heated cheek, confirming he’d just cleaned it.
I could hear the grin on his face as he said, “You look better on it than Bee’s saddle does.”
Saddle?
“I’m going to scoot you higher so you can straddle the saddle rack. I need that soaking pussy raised.”
“Fuck you.”
“You will be. Over and over, without the release you need.” He gripped my waist anyway and lifted my body as much as he couldwith the ropes that had slipped from my calves and had moved down to my ankles. My pussy throbbed as I slid over the smooth surface. Something heavy landed over my back in an instant, spanning the middle, then cinching. I could only see leather straps, but gasped as it tightened around me.
Pinpricks covered my skin all over again as I tried to move. Fury took over when I realized I couldn’t. “You’restrappingme here?!”
“With the way I’m about to fuck your ass, I don’t want you to fall over.” The grating of his zipper spiked my adrenaline. My palms turned damp as I gripped the wooden edge, trying to keep my body steady.
A cap popped open, and then Carver spread my ass cheeks right before something wet dripped over my skin—lube, I realized. I may not have been having sex for all those years, but I’d learned a few things from the internet, and Sophia never shied away from telling me about her evenings out.
He rubbed the lube along my backend, and when something warm and firm nudged the back of my thigh, I went still.
“Relax. It will hurt less.”Less?
“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me,” I reminded him.
“I don’t, but I can’t change the fact that you haven’t done this before. Selfishly, I’m glad you haven’t.”
“What…what about the piercings?”
His thick cock slapped down on my ass cheek. “Tell me why you didn’t sleep with anyone else for all the years we were apart and I’ll remove them.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then this will hurt more than it normally would, I imagine.”
I pinched my eyes closed and bit my tongue, counting down to when he’d stop waiting for me to answer him.
Three, two…one…
He slapped my ass, and I shrieked at the stinging pain. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like the pain.” I wasn’t going to answer that, either. “Suit yourself, sweetheart.” He chuckled and pushed his finger into me without warning. I winced and gripped the wood so hard, it creaked.
And then, something hard and cold slid down from where his finger was.
“I brought your new favorite toy, too. I feel like I got robbed of watching you drip all over it when that bitch decided to taunt you to high hell.”
That could only be one of two things, and for some reason, both made me moan at simply the thought. And then he pushed it into my pussy. The shape, the slight curve at the end that Carver angled in ways that made my body turn to putty in his hands—
His knife.
He was fucking me with his knife.
“That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good, Ly.” The hilt slid in and out with little resistance. God, I was soaked, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. Could I go on like this for the rest of the night?
His finger slid back inside my ass, then another. Carver worked his knife and fingers into a rhythm that was building me right back up again.
“Car, please, let me come. I can’t do this.”
“You can beg me all night long, but you know what I want to hear.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “You don’t understand.”
