The Blind Tiger: An Unusual Paranormal Romance Read Free Page B

hard shaft and swollen head standing at attention above his tight balls. She had always found it to be a very beautiful cock.
    “Turn around,” he said.
    She did so, pressing her buttocks against the bars again. He removed the dildo in her ass. Her sphincter contracted at the sudden relief.
    He placed the head of his cock against her gel-coated asshole and pushed.
    Ohhhh. So he wanted to fuck her in the ass. She screamed at the sudden stretch – by his thick, hard rod filling her entire rectum.
    “Keep the dildo in your pussy,” he breathed against her ear.
    His hands gripped the plump mounds of her breasts and squeezed them. He fucked her hard in this manner – short, sharp thrusts in rapid bursts. His groin and thighs slapped against her sticky buttocks as though he was spanking her.
    Smack.
    Smack.
    Smack.
    “Oh!” she cried with each thrust. “Oh, oh, oh!”
    The heated dildo in her pussy was juddered and dislocated. Her wrists twisted against the manacles and she clawed at the air in futile pleasure. She tried to contract her pussy, but the dildo slipped out anyway, fueled by her slippery creams. It clattered against the base of the cage.
    Oh. Zach would be mad.
    If he had noticed this, he didn’t give any indication. Instead, he continued to fuck her ass hard, using her breasts as leverage. He grunted as he rutted against her, and his hot semen spurted into the warm tunnel of her rectum, travelling up and up into her secret depths.
    He held her this way until he could spurt no longer. Their bodies were very sweaty against each other’s, separated only by the sweat damp bars. Then he pulled his dripping cock out of her asshole. Once upon a time, she had bled every time he fucked her this way.
    No longer.
    “Ah, little flower, you dropped the dildo.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Sorry who?”
    “Sorry, Master.”
    “You’ll have to be punished.”
    She swallowed and nodded meekly.
    “Y-yes, Master.”
    He opened the cage and unchained her wrists.
    “How would you like to be punished tonight?”
    “In whatever way pleases you, Master.”
    It was the right answer.
    She stood there in supplication, legs apart and hands behind her head – waiting for him to do whatever he liked with her. He liked to toy with her, she knew. Prolong her anticipation.
    He stood there with his softening cock, smiling at her.
    “Go pick a cane,” he finally said.
    “A cane, Master?” She was terrified of canes and the sound they made.
    “Yes, a cane.” His voice hardened. “Are you disobeying me?”
    “No, Master.”
    “Then go.”
    She walked to the rack where the whips and canes were kept. Fear bolted to her throat again. Her trembling hand reached for the smallest cane.
    “That one?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “I say no.”
    She looked up in fear. His jaw was firm.
    “Go pick the opposite in size of that one.”
    She had picked the smallest and shortest one. Now her hand reached for the largest. Her gut roiled.
    No, please . . .
    “Bring it to me, Karen.”
    Still trembling, she brought it to him.
    He smiled benignly, and in his eyes was a flash of cruelty.
    “Now bend over,” he said.

THE INTERROGATION
     
    Later that night, she slept in his arms. It was time for comfort, especially since her buttocks now wore the marks of the large cane. He had been spanking her with more and more force lately. Her whole ass throbbed, and her flesh was very sore and red.
    “You need to be marked,” he had explained. “You are my property.”
    They had been in this master-slave relationship for more than ten months now, and she didn’t know where fantasy ended and reality began. Sometimes, she wished for the early days in their relationship when everything was normal.
    “Where did you go today?” he asked her lightly.
    “I went out shopping.”
    Once they were in bed, she could drop the ‘Master’ appellation. It was an unspoken post-coital rule between them.
    Being in this relationship meant that he provided for everything and