Her breasts looked even larger and were tinged with pink, slowly getting darker, nipples more swollen than ever.
“Master Mitch… I mean, Doctor… is that supposed to be happening?” She eyed her breasts a little worriedly, and Mitch chuckled.
“Absolutely. Don’t worry, Miss Ortiz, you’re in good hands.” He waggled his fingers at her before pouring lube over them. Too far gone to giggle, Domi looked at him with lust-filled eyes, eager and waiting for his next move.
Standing between her splayed legs, Mitch appreciated the pretty sight she made. When he did take the suction off her breasts, they were going to be more sensitive than ever, and he would enjoy turning her over and pressing her weight down onto them.
First things first, though.
Pressing two well-lubed fingers against her pussy, he easily gained entrance. He probably hadn’t needed the lube, but since he planned on stretching her out a little, he’d wanted to be extra careful.
Moaning, Domi’s hips lifted, and her head thrashed back and forth.
“Please,” she begged, the heartfelt plea going straight to his cock.
“More?” he asked, pulling his fingers out, so he had room to add a third before pushing back in. She moaned again as he pumped all three fingers into her tightly grasping pussy, easily feeling the heat and clench of her muscles around the digits through the gloves. “Don’t worry, Miss Ortiz, I plan on stretching you out a bit.”
Her eyes widened as he pulled his fingers away again and began to push four back into her, a much tighter fit. He had to work a little while Domi gasped and tugged on her restraints, squirming away from him rather than toward him.
“Mitch!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going to fist you… tonight.” She squeaked, but her pussy clenched around him, quivering in reaction to the threat. Promise. It was both. He would love to fist her, but they’d need to work up to that. For tonight…
He pushed his fingers in deeper, up to the knuckles as she thrashed against her restraints. The fingers on his other hand were already slick as he pressed one up against her ass.
“Fuck! Master Mitch—Doctor—that isn’t going to fit.”
“It will, Domi Darling. It will.” He pushed against her tiny pucker, ignoring the resistance, watching the pain and pleasure play out across Domi’s face as her ass was invaded. “Did you wonder what it might be like to be Jessica tonight? One cock in her pussy, one in her ass? Well, now you have a bit of an idea.”
Domi
Heat and shame flushed over her.
She had wondered. Had imagined. Even though she’d told Mitch he was more than enough—he was—but, of course, she’d wondered. What woman wouldn’t?
The fingers in her pussy pulled out, not all the way, but enough, so Mitch had space to push two fingers into her ass. The tiny hole stretched, burning in a similar manner to the way her pussy was. The sensation of being completely filled was overwhelming, an exquisite agony that left her feeling breathless, as if there wasn’t enough room inside her for both air and all of Mitch’s fingers.
Hell, there probably wasn’t. His hands weren’t exactly small. Which made her think about him fisting her, and her body did another absurd little jump of excitement. Part of her wanted to tell him to do it now, to see how far he could push her, but she was too scared. One day, her mind whispered, and the fantasy was enough to push her closer to orgasm.
He pumped them rhythmically, the four in her pussy pushing in deep as the two in her ass retreated, then trading places. She could feel his eyes on her, observing her, examining her with heat and a critical eye, purposefully driving her higher and higher. The throbbing in her breasts was beginning to hurt more and more, adding the necessary dash of spice for her to truly enjoy her pleasure.
When he leaned down and swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, Domi went off like a rocket, her body spasming in ecstasy. She cried out as his tongue circled the swollen bud, fingers still pumping and moving inside her. The thrusts felt rougher, harder, filling her completely and sending her into paroxysms of rapture that encompassed her entire body.
“Mitch! Fuck, Mitch!” She thrashed uselessly against her restraints when he sucked her clit into his mouth, sending her flying, her muscles shuddering as the tension uncoiled, leaving her utterly spent.
And they hadn’t even had sex yet.
Mitch
Sliding his fingers from Domi’s clenching holes, Mitch straightened, smiling as she slumped, breathing heavily. The paper beneath her ass was a mess of liquid, and his hands were coated in her juices—proof of a job well done. Not that he was done.
She was all stretched out and ready for the next part.
Quickly turning off the pump and releasing the suction from Domi’s breasts, Mitch leaned down and gave her nipple a quick nip, making her gasp.
“A little more sensitive than usual?” he asked innocently, enjoying her aghast expression.
“More than a little.” Some of the lustful haze in her eyes cleared, anticipation and apprehension rising—exactly what he liked to see. Mitch chuckled, setting the suction cups aside and moving down to her feet to release her ankles. For the next part of their activities, he wanted her on her stomach, so she could really appreciate just how swollen and plumped her breasts felt.
Turning her onto her stomach, he enjoyed her gasp as her chest pressed down, her spine arching to lift some of the weight off her chest. He didn’t immediately correct her posture, though. Dropping the lower section of the table, he left her legs dangling against the padding while she was bent at the waist, putting her in the perfect position to be spanked or fucked.
“Oh!” She wriggled in surprise, twisting and arching, her bottom lifting, legs kicking slightly. So completely helpless.
“Perfect,” he murmured, running his hands over her ass. His cock jerked in anticipation. Lifting one hand, he gave her bottom a short, sharp smack, and Domi moaned, squirming even more in response. Between her cheeks, the little star of her anus winked at him.
Domi had never crossed that line during any of the Submissive 101 classes nor with Mitch since then. Anal play? Plenty. Anal sex? Zero.
Stroking his finger down the center of her crease, Mitch grinned when his fingers paused on the crinkled hole, and Domi froze. At the very least, she had to have a suspicion of his intentions.
“Have you ever had anal sex, Domi Darling?” he asked, dropping the doctor persona. He didn’t want to be someone else for this, didn’t want to roleplay anymore. While that was fun, especially with the room set up, he wanted it to be clear this was between the two of them.
“No, Sir,” she said softly, turning her head slightly and trying to crane her neck to see what he was doing. Pushing his gloved finger into her again, it sank in easily since he’d already stretched her out, but this time, there was nothing to distract her from the sensation. Well, other than her breasts, but nothing else below her waist.
“Why not?” He’d always wondered. Granted, he hadn’t pushed the issue before tonight, but he’d had the sense she wouldn’t welcome it. While anal sex had never been stated as a hard limit, he’d instinctively shied away from it with her. He moved his finger back and forth inside of her, mimicking what he was planning to do with his cock once his question was answered.