Abuse: The Complete Trilogy (90 page)

I stand up, take
her by the hand and pull her to her feet. Then I sit down on our bed, right in
front of the mirror. Making sure the butt plug, lube and a hand towel are all
within reach, I raise my eyebrows suggestively and pat my thigh.

“Time for your
spanking, birthday girl,” I say with a happy smirk. “Come here, sexy. I want to
see you bent over my lap. Twenty-three years old, huh? I bet I can make you
climax at least three times.”

“It is absurd to pretend that one cannot love the same woman always,
as to pretend that a good artist needs several violins to execute a piece of
music.”

― Honoré de Balzac

~~~

Grant
Wilkinson

Slap! Slap!
Slap!

“Seven, eight,
nine,” I count, grinning so broadly my facial scars pull, but that can't lessen
my delight.

I watch her
responses to my erotic punishment and enjoy every minute. Hell, I'm too happy
for anything to knock me off of this cloud.

Once again,
Renata’s body is spread across my lap. Once again, she’s curled around my legs,
her face pressed against my calf muscle. No longer simply a participant, this
time she’ll have a front row seat to view the action, thanks to her new floor-to-ceiling
mirror.

I have the
delight of watching her face contort, ravaged by pleasure, or perhaps sometimes
with pain.

My palm continues
to descend on her bare buttocks. I love the smooth, velvety texture of her skin.
Her flesh is pink—it radiates heat. These slaps sting for sure, but she’s not
in pain. From her gasps, moans, and thrusting pelvic movements that rub her
erect clit against my thigh, she’s getting off on this spanking.

I’m into it,
too.

There’s an
inexplicable line between pain and pleasure.
‘Hurts so good,’
seems to
be more than just lyrics from a song.

I spank her lightly,
covering every part of her bottom. The idea is to provide a sensation of sensual
warming, but my palm is beginning to hurt. Hot as hell, it tingles. I imagine
she feels the same on her sensitive butt cheeks. If she wants me to hit her
harder, she’ll have to ask for it. So far, this seems to be enough.

Slap! Slap!
Slap!

“Ten, eleven, twelve.”

My heart drums
as anticipation builds. Between each set of three spanks, I’ve been stroking her
back and buttocks, tracing her smoking hot handprints. My palm gently circles
and caresses, massaging her everywhere, including her hips and thighs.

I love having
her across my lap where I can play with her tempting ass. I love marking her
pretty white flesh hot and pink, but most of all, I adore watching her come.

“Please, Grant.
Please,
”
she pleads.

Renata’s already
had one orgasm since I started giving her these spankings. Right now she’s
working up to a second one.

“Please what?” I
drawl in a low voice. “What do you want, birthday girl?”

“I need to come,”
she gasps.

I laugh. My
erect shaft is so hard, I could probably thrust through a plasterboard wall—not
that I’d want to!

“Keep your eyes
open and on the mirror, then. You know I like to watch you come.”

Our gazes lock
as her body trembles, but she obeys instantly. There’s need, shameless animal
lust and longing in her expression. Her blue, blue eyes are dark with desire,
pleading for relief. Yet behind it all is her deep-seated yearning to
please
me.

My heart jumps into
my throat whenever I see how deeply she craves my touch. She’s a slave to her
love for me, but I’m her slave, too.

I
need
her.

With my left
hand pressing against her buttocks, I push two thick fingers between her legs,
into her soaking heat. Renata gasps, a delicious sound of shock and pleasure.
Circling her clit, I stroke and tap her tight bundle of nerves with my thumb.

A deep moan
tears from her throat.

I immediately stop
teasing her when her channel contracts, squeezing me hard. Strain registers on
her face. Her heavy lids flutter briefly, yet she valiantly keeps her eyes open
and on me.

“You’re going to
come again for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”
Her voice is a desperate sigh of need.

“Want me to
spank you as you come?”

“God,
yes.
”

Slap! Slap!
Slap!

“Thirteen,
fourteen, fifteen—come,
now.”
I demand.

The flat of my
hand hits her round buttocks
hard,
the impact ripples across her flesh. Simultaneously,
inside her cunt, I curl my fingers toward her mound, pressing against her G
spot—while rapidly flicking her clit.

I stare at the
reflection of her face in the mirror, prepared to enjoy the explosion. This
will be a big one.

Renata’s face twists,
she looks as if she’s in pain. Her eyes grow wide as she screams my name.
Shudders wrack her slim frame as she bucks, shakes and trembles uncontrollably.

I continue to
finger fuck her through her orgasm with slow, easy strokes, while her tremors
subside.

Gently withdrawing
my fingers, I bring them to my lips, breathing in the delicious scent of her
arousal. I relish her flavor as I put my fingers in my mouth, licking her slick
essence off with my tongue.

The taste of her
womanly musk only heightens my desire.

I rub her
beautiful buttocks with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide apart in order to
admire the tight rosebud entry point of her anus. I’ll be balls deep inside her
ass very soon.

If she hadn’t
sucked me off at the beginning of this game, I would’ve climaxed the moment she
did.

Smart girl, she
knows me so well. That’s probably why she did it.

Lightly rubbing
the red hand prints I’ve given her, while speaking soothing words of praise, I softly
stroke her beautiful, feminine body. Her eyes remain shut as she trembles from
time to time with aftershocks.

I continue petting
and soothing, while waiting for her to come out of her sensual daze. After that
powerful climax, she needs time to recover.

My fantasies
make me feel like a sick fuck, but to hell with it. I still want to do them,
and Renata says she wants it, too. She claims ass play is a common human
activity for adults and there’s nothing wrong with it. She considers it
normal
—whatever
normal is. This kind of thing has apparently been going on forever.

I haven’t told
her my
exact
fantasy however. It’s difficult to talk about, so I decide
to leave it as a surprise.

What the hell
is it that draws me to her dark, forbidden hole?

She’s barely
conscious right now, so overwhelmed by her last orgasm. If I go ahead with my
nasty craving, maybe she’ll barely notice?

Yeah, right.

I want this
badly. Images of my dirty, kinky fantasy fill my mind. I expel a deep breath,
then do the terrible thing I’ve been longing to do since almost the first time
I met her.

Using both
hands, I grip each of her soft butt cheeks. I pull them apart, spreading her
wide open, exposing the tender flesh inside.
There
’s the place that
attracts me so strongly, that makes my mouth water and my cock pulse and ache.

Dirty.
Illicit. Wrong.

That tiny puckered
ring is where my fascination lies.

With my tongue
and lips, I kiss and lick the area.
I focus my attention on circling around her rear entry and along
her crack, never quite touching her
there.

What's she
thinking? What'll she do?

I hold her hips
and butt cheeks firmly in place, so she can’t move away. Watching her in the
mirror, my mouth comes closer and closer. Her eyes are still shut. Good.

I finally break down
and fulfill a long standing fantasy—sick and nasty fuck that I am. I lick the inviting
ring of her rear entry point of her anus, then push my tongue right down deep into
her dark, tight hole.

It's so damn
hot.

I squeeze my
eyes shut, absorbing the smooth, tight feel of it, the sensation of my nose and
face between her ass cheeks… everything. A low, guttural moan tears from my
throat. I pull back with alarm and shame.

“Oh, oh, oh,
Grant,” she gasps. Renata’s wide-eyed with surprise and delight—at least I hope
it’s delight.

I desperately
attempt to reign in my heavy breathing, arousal, fear of offending her and
disgust over my own urges and actions. God, it's better than I imagined.

Of all the
things in this world, why this? Am I fucking demented?

Anxiously, I
clear my throat. “Do you like that?” I ask, my voice low, husky and tentative
with apprehension.

“Fuck, yes,” she
says breathlessly.

“Really?”

Her eyes meet
mine in the reflection from the mirror. “It’s the hottest thing
ever
.
I’m pretty sure your tongue touched every single nerve ending I have back
there. I loved it,” she assures me.

I sigh in
relief, lust and joy—all rolled into one. “I…” Pausing, I shut my eyes briefly
and lick my lips. I search for the words to say… finally find some.

“For me, it’s a
huge turn on.”

“Is licking my
ass something you’ve always wanted to do?”

“Yes,” I admit,
averting my gaze, unable to banish the guilt I feel for such a nasty desire.

Peripherally, I
see Renata's reflection in the mirror. She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
An icy stab of fear runs through me and I freeze, not even able to breathe. Why
is she reacting like that? Is this the censure I’ve always feared?

I shouldn't
have done it. Do I disgust her now? Is she repulsed?

Taking a slow, deep
breath, she opens her eyes and smiles at my reflection. “We are so damn
sexually compatible,” she says with a happy sigh. “I love you playing with my
ass.
Mmm,
go for it, sweetheart. You letting go and finally doing
everything you’ve always wanted?
That
is my greatest birthday wish.”

“Honestly?” I
ask, letting eager hope ring in my voice.

She’s not
disgusted. She likes it!

“Absolutely!
Lick me, spank me then take me in the ass. I want it all. Go for it, big guy.”

I laugh as the
last of my inhibitions disappear.

I should’ve
known. The woman is so earthy and wanton. Now, I can
really
get busy. I
spread her fleshy mounds further apart, bury my face into her delicious crease
and go to town, doing what I've desired for so long.

Lick, lick, lick,
pause, lick, lick, lick. I’m humming my pleasure, greedily imagining what it
will feel like when my cock replaces my tongue. I take my time probing and tongue
fucking in and out of her tight opening.

“I’ll never get
enough of your sweet ass,” I say gruffly.

“Yes, yes,” she
murmurs in a soft sigh.

Burying my face
between her butt cheeks is smoking hot, but it seems so dirty and depraved. Blood
pounds through my veins as I imagine what else I plan to do with her.

Why do I like
this so much? Damned if I know.

Her shouts, hungry
moans and whimpering sighs egg me on. Renata squirms and bucks, unable to hold
still, but always pressing her ass closer. Her wild sounds of arousal makes me
let go.

She loves it.

By wetting and
tonguing her, I feel as though I’m preparing her ass for my cock—my other long
term fantasy. I’m getting her ready, focused on opening her up for my thick,
aching shaft. Making her as hungry to be fucked in the ass, as I am to fuck her
there.

This seems
exactly
the best way to do it.

What will her
tight hole feel like, when it’s snugly wrapped around my dick? Entranced with
possibilities, I moisten my index finger and run it along her tight rim.
Carefully inserting it, I pull and lengthen the taut ring of muscle.

“Yes, yes, yes,”
she chants, thrusting her backside up toward my hand, wanting what I’m giving
her. Needing more.

"Do you like my finger in your ass, darlin’?"

“Hell, yes!”

“Good, because I do, too.”

I insert two
fingers of my left hand, scissoring and spreading her apart until the rim
relaxes. Now she’s open and available for my invading tongue. With her dark
passage exposed and ready, I swirl my tongue around the rim of her anus and
thrust deep, curling my tongue to lick inside her asshole.

Renata cries out,
arches and bucks with pleasure.

“Ah, God,” she
rasps.

The whole time
I've been focused on her ass, I’ve also been fingering the folds of her sex with
my right hand. I shove two fingers back into her, trying to give both of her
holes the attention they deserve.

Her inner core pulses
around me. What I’m doing seems to be setting off small pelvic contractions.
Are they mini-orgasms?

Panting
breathlessly, she moans and thrashes. She’s at my mercy—the way I like best. I
hold her down, but continue working her sensitive rim. Stroking, swirling,
licking and5 prodding, I love her nasty, dark hole.

I wet her
everywhere, breathing hot puffs of warm air against her. Responsive to everything,
she gives soft sighs of pleasure. When I pull back, I jump right on to her next
strikes.

Slap! Slap!
Slap!

Her back passage
clenches. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,” I growl.

Lost to
sensation, she moans. Her features are a grimace of excruciating bliss. Mostly
her eyes stay shut tight. It’s as though she’s experiencing too much pleasure
to keep them open.

I don’t mind.

But I’m going
to make her watch when I finally get around to taking her sweet ass.

It’s time for
the butt plug, but I don’t want to taste lube, and I’m not done tongue-fucking
her dark, enticing little hole. From time to time I bite her, not hard, and not
to hurt her—just because. I spread her with my fingers and probe her ass with
my tongue some more.

With the other
hand I continue to play and finger fuck her between her legs.

Curious, I begin
finger fucking her ass. With all the saliva I have up there, they slide in and
out easily. Now I have two fingers pistoning in her cunt and two sensually
assaulting her anus.