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“
I’ll go get it.” He left the room for a minute. When he returned he carried what looked like a jeweler’s box. It was long and skinny—the kind used to house necklaces.

A white bow topped the package, and he held it under my nose for me to inspect.

An awkward laugh bubbled up from my throat. “I can’t really open it.”

His intense, dark eyes pierced mine. “Use your teeth.”

He brought the gift so close to my lips it was almost touching, and I bobbed my head forward, taking a piece of the white grosgrain ribbon between my teeth. I yanked my head back, loosening the wrapping.

“
Good girl,” he said with a wink. “I’ll get the rest of it for you.”

“
Thank you, Sir.”

He ripped the paper off, tossing it to the floor. Then he opened the sapphire-blue velvet case that had been underneath.

A bright, dark-silver strand of pearls gleamed up from the cream-colored satin they nested against.

“
Pearls?”

He smirked. “I knew you’d already have some white ones.”

I nodded. “I do. But these are beautiful, Quentin. What are they, black pearls or some other kind?”

“
You’re right. They’re the black ones. But it’s not as much what they are as what I’m going to do to you with them.”

CHAPTER NINE

“
What you’re going to do to me with them?” I laughed nervously.

He chuckled. “Oh yes. Close your eyes, pet.”

I did as he asked, anticipating his next move, but knowing the best thing was to surrender to him and his whims.

The pearls slipped over my hot skin, and I felt the cool, pleasing weight of them drag over my breasts. I sighed a deep sigh, falling into the sort of trance-like state he put me in when he tied me up. But this time instead of teasing me with the rope, perhaps it would be pearls he’d rake over me. The thought excited me and I let out a slight moan.

“
You like them?” He seemed pleased that his gift had hit the mark.

“
Yes, sir,” I purred.

“
Good. I expect them to enhance your pleasure tonight.”

His mouth covered my breast and he toyed with the hard point of my nipple with his teeth. Biting, then comforting with his wet, careful tongue. Pain, then pleasure. That was his mantra and his favorite place for it to play out was on my body.

He stimulated my breasts, one at a time. His ministrations captured my attention, until nothing existed in my entire universe except what he did to me. He transferred his attention from my breasts to the place between my legs. He dipped one finger, then another, inside me, stirring my nectar.

My legs were already confined in the stirrup-like contraption, held open so that I was as open and vulnerable to him as possible. His mouth settled over my sex, licking, sucking all my most intimate parts. Then I felt the insertion of the pearls. The forbidden flavor of his actions only served to increase my arousal.

“
Quentin?”

“
You need that cunt hole filled, don’t you, pet?” His voice rasped with passion and my eyes squeezed shut.

“
I do,” I whispered, nodding.

“
I wanted to see it filled with something as precious as you are.”

He pushed the beads up inside me then pulled them out. It was an unusual sensation, different than anything I’d experienced before, but I liked it.

“
That feels good, Sir.”

Rather than answer me with words, he covered my pussy with his mouth. Shoving the pearls in and out, he licked and sucked me, ratcheting up the tension until he sent me over the edge.

I flew to outer planets and back as my orgasm overtook me and I trembled like the most fragile leaf clinging to its limb.

I barely had a chance to come down from my cloud before he moved to my head.

Unzipping his trousers, he let them fall to the floor. His erect cock bobbed in front of me and I parted my lips for him to pass between them. He tasted amazing. I loved the part where he gave me his cock to ready. With a fresh spark of desire, I sucked him until he was so hard he strained against the back of my throat.

When he was pleased with my efforts, he withdrew his cock, opened a nearby drawer, and pulled out some lube.

This got my attention because I was already as wet as a Slip ‘N Slide. If he’d been planning to fuck my ass, he would have inserted a butt plug earlier. A tinge of trepidation attached itself to my curiosity.

First he coated his index finger with lube and said, “Relax,” as he pushed inside the opening to my butt hole with his finger.

I scrambled, both psychologically and physically, to adjust to this new intrusion. The ring of muscles around my anus cried out and tried to accommodate the invasion, however small.

Was he going to try to fuck my ass? If he was, I wish he’d given me a bit more warning. My butt was so tiny it always hurt when he did that, at least at first.

“
Relax,” he repeated. “You know it’s always easier if you do.”

Easier said than done. Every time my booty encountered an unrecognized object trying to get up in there, it rebelled. Muscles tensed tight and hard. It took all sorts of mind-over-matter tricks for me to convince my body to ease up a little and “let’s see what happens.”

My body usually responded, “Hell no.”

I took some deep breaths and started to feel better as his finger moved gently in and out, warming up that backdoor entrance.

“
I’m not going to fuck your ass, if that helps any.”

“
You’re not?” Shocker. What other reason could he have for spending so much time playing with my anus, unless it was to train it to accept such intrusions better?

“
No. Relax and you’ll see. I can promise you that it will intensify your orgasm significantly when I fuck that delicious little pussy of yours.”

Oh. I reminded myself to trust him.

I heard him squirt more lube and I couldn’t help but crane my neck to try to see what he was doing down there.

“
If you’re going to open your eyes, keep them locked on me. You got that?” he growled and slapped my ass.

I winced. “Yes, Sir.” And he slapped my other cheek.

Slowly, he began to thread the necklace into my bottom, his finger helping it along the way with every individual bead. The round, pebble-like shape of the individual pearls provided a constant opportunity to stimulate all the supremely sensitive nerve endings. I writhed against the chair where he’d bound me, stretching against my bonds—not in an attempt to escape, but rather in an effort to wring every last divine sensation from the experience.

When he’d planted the pearls deep enough for his satisfaction, he stood between my splayed legs and nudged the tip of his cock at my opening.

“
I can’t think of a more decadent pleasure for my greedy girl than to be fucked by both my thick cock and a new set of pearls in your ass.”

With that, he entered me.

I gasped. “Me either. Thank you, Sir.”

He clutched my hips and plowed into me. My pussy stretched to accommodate him, the feeling in my bottom strange, but not bad. Once he picked up the pace and started to fuck me harder, I forgot all about worrying about what was in my ass. I simply let go, determined to enjoy the ride.

“
Remember to ask permission to come,” he warned.

“
Yes, Sir.”

It only took a few minutes before I wanted to climax. “May I please come, Sir?”

“
Not yet,” he snarled, slowing down the speed of his strokes.

This only succeeded in making me feel every nuance of the process. In an effort to stave off some of the pleasure, I bit down on the inside of my lip.

With a devilish grin, on his next thrust Quentin lay his thumb on my clit and started making a small rubbing gesture.

Frustrated, I let out a howl. “Please let me come, Sir,” I managed through clenched teeth.

“
Yes, you may come.”

Every press of his thumb triggered my cunt to contort. The waves of bliss started to wash over me when I felt the unmistakable plink of one of the beads leaving my anal cavity, then another. It reminded me of pulling a stray hair out from between your bottom cheeks in the shower—only magnified by a thousand!

His hips pressing into me over and over again, his thumb stroking my sensitive little nub, and ever so slowly he pulled that necklace from my rear end. I shuddered and shook, feeling like I’d completely lost control of my limbs, my center, my entire being. The world spun away into a sea of pleasure-soaked ecstasy, leaving me twisting in exquisite convulsions while Quentin pumped into me until he finally spilled his seed deep at my crevice neck.

I floated for a while after he stilled, only coming back to Earth once he pulled out and started to gingerly remove the straps from my arms and legs.

“
Arms around my neck,” he instructed, and I wound my rubbery limbs around him. He scooped me up and carried me to his bed. I sank into his down comforter and doubled it over me. There was nothing I adored more than the way he made every inch of me feel so well-loved. Spent, I could barely keep my eyes open, but I heard him washing himself off and probably washing off my new pearls as well.

When he came to bed, he asked, “Did you like your present?”

“
Very much.” I kissed his neck, curled into him and we slept.

CHAPTER TEN

The night after I returned home from my trip to see Quentin, I got a message from BA. He and I had a play session scheduled for Thursday night already, so I wasn’t expecting to hear from him so early in the week.

MC mentioned he enjoyed his weekend with you. He told me you are a greedy girl who needs her cunt fucked. Have you recovered, and are you ready for a new task?

Hmm. What had Quentin told him about our weekend? For a second I was annoyed that Quentin would talk to BA behind my back like that, but then I realized that, in some ways, that was the nature of our triangulated relationship. BA had to talk to Quentin about me if he wanted to learn. Knowing how private Quentin was, I probably didn’t have anything to worry about. In reality I couldn’t see Quentin sharing a bunch of details about his personal life, but I could see him offering a blanket statement with regards to our sexual activities. After all, it wasn’t my relationship with Quentin that was under the microscope—it was BA’s domination of me in ours.

I sent him back a vague message about my weekend, but indicated that I was available for a task. It didn’t take long for his next communication to pop up on my screen.

Here is your task. You will be taking on the public today and displaying how naughty you are.

You will phone five stores, IE: drug, grocery, sporting goods, sex shop, clothing, restaurant, etc., etc.

Five stores, your choice. When you're on the phone, you will be fucking that cunt hard and deep. I want you pounding that hole like the greedy girl I believe you to be.

You will ask whoever answers the phone you are looking for a product called "bearded alpha". When they ask what it is, you will need a very good imagination to try to explain the product. IE: perhaps the call to the drugstore, the product could be a vitamin supplement, or the call to the hair salon could be about a specific style of beard trim. The longer you keep them on the phone or they put you on hold, the longer you can fuck yourself. Keep your composure and your dirty secret the best you can as you pump that cunt.

You will list for me the types of stores you called. Tell me the kinds of products you made up and asked for and how long you were able to keep each person on the phone while you fucked yourself. I want to know how the entire experience made you feel.

If you have a total of 25 minutes for all calls, you can have a good private cum session, but only by clitoral stimulation.

The task MUST be finished by 10 p.m. your time. Do you understand and agree?

Are you ready for our play date Thursday night?

BA

Sir,

I am going to feel tremendously silly doing this, but yes, I understand and agree.

I will send you my report by 10 p.m. And yes, I’m looking forward to our play date.

~Sophie

Let's see where your imagination takes you, and if you can keep your composure. Challenge yourself and fuck that cunt hard.

Results of this task will have a lot to do with how much pain you receive versus how much pleasure on our play date.

Be good.

BA

This had to be the dumbest task ever. Was BA twelve? Thirteen? I couldn’t wait to tell Quentin about how totally immature his protégé was. But then that might make me look like a complete idiot for carrying out the task if I thought it was ridiculous. Crap.