Currency in Flesh

Chapter 30

CHAPTER THIRTY

L ady Cora’s bed was indescribably soft, and all I wanted to do was lay down and pull the velvet duvet all around me. But I was instructed to lie on my stomach atop one of the many plush pillows. I felt exposed and awkward, but somehow that feeling of shame had become my biggest source of arousal. I imagined the room was full of people, all looking at my ass in the air and whispering to each other about me, my body, what she was going to do to me. It made my clit throb, I physically felt it move and a tickle of pleasure flowed up into my belly.

“Such a gorgeous ass,” Lady Cora said from behind me. I didn’t turn, just settled deeper against the pillow, ready and waiting for her. I wanted to make her proud. I felt the warm, soft slide of her tongue through the folds of my pussy, and made a noise that could have been a sigh of relief. She lapped at me, tasting and exploring, parting my flesh to move her long tongue inside of me. My back arched, giving her more access, and I felt the press of her thumb against the tight ring of muscle. She fucked me slowly, not allowing me to get anywhere near orgasm, but still providing me with blissful pleasure as she very, very gently began to relax my ass.

Withdrawing her tongue from my pussy, she replaced her thumb with its wet, soft tip, circling and licking and using her palms to spread me wider so she could touch every inch of me. There was no resistance at all when she eased into my ass, her tongue moving like a wave, growing thicker and thinner, teasing me open bit by bit. I moaned as she pushed deeper, my body opening to her, giving her anything she wanted. She moaned, and I felt it vibrate through me all the way to my stomach. God, it felt so fucking good.

Lady Cora took her time, letting her tongue move in and out of me, slowly at first, increasing her speed as she felt me relax even more. I squirmed, trying to spread my thighs further apart, and she slid out of me, keeping her palms splayed across my ass cheeks and holding me open. “You look so perfect, Grace,” she said. “Your tight little ass starting to open up.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” I moaned against the pillow. And I was grateful, so goddamn grateful.

Something warm and slippery dripped down the line of my ass, flowing over the sensitive entrance and dribbling inside. It felt strange, but so good. Her fingers toyed with me, spreading and stretching, letting more and more slick lube inside. “I am going to fuck this sweet, needy hole with my hand, Grace.”

Fear cast goosebumps over my skin. Sure, I’d been fucked in the ass before, and her tongue and her fingers felt so good, but I didn’t think I could do that. But I didn’t dare protest.

Both of her hands massaged my ass cheeks, kneading my tense muscles and bringing me back to a place of calm. She made slow circles, thumbs grazing my entrance with every motion back to center. When she reached it again, I felt fingers from each hand slide through the slippery lube and press inside of me. I couldn’t tell how many, but I felt full. My back arched, and I groaned, low and long into my pillow. In and out, they pulled apart gently, spreading me from the inside. I could feel the cool air of the room inside of my body and it was strange and vulgar—it made my pussy so wet I thought I might cry. “You are doing so well, beautiful girl. You’re almost ready for me.” I felt her fingers pull from me and I whimpered, but then she began to work one hand in and out. “Are you going to be good? Make me proud?” she asked.

I nodded, moaning as she pushed further inside. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“That’s right,” she said. Her voice sharpened, losing some of its sweetness. “You are going to be good, because you do not have a choice, Grace. I am going to fuck this little hole until you come around my fist. I’m going to open you up wide, and you are going to watch.”

My brow furrowed, confused, but I felt the collar come around my throat—closing with a click. She pulled on it, and I quickly moved to get my hands beneath me, pushing myself up so I was on my hands and knees. Turning, I saw her massive, brass-framed mirror positioned just behind the bed. My broad, pale ass was on full view, and Lady Cora kneeling between my legs, looking vicious and beautiful. She smiled at me through the reflection and then slipped all four fingers into my ass.

She pushed, and I tried to relax, but it hurt. I wasn’t ready, I needed more time, more lube, something. “Your Highness, I?—”

She jerked roughly on the chain and I gagged as the leather bit into my throat, cutting off my air. She swiveled her wrist, and I felt the ridges of her knuckles. She withdrew and slid back in, twisting her arm with each press against my protesting entrance, and increased the pressure, pulling a cry from me. I began to hear the wet sound of lube being forced in and pulled out of me and it was so obscene, I felt my eyes fill with tears. She put more of her weight into the next thrust and I cried out, loud .

I tried to relax, tried to visualize my body going soft and pliant, but all I could focus on was the pressure and bite of pain each time she pushed further into my asshole. I whimpered. “Cora, I can’t.”

“ Oh, but darling,” she said, her breath hot on my thigh. “Look how pretty you gape for me. I know you can take it.” I let out a thin whine as she twisted her hand back and forth more quickly, her knuckles pressed firm against the tight ring of muscle. “I said, look.”

I craned my neck to see, cheeks heating with shame at the explicit sight of what she was doing to me. The mirror before me showed her hand parting my flesh up to nearly the widest part of her hand. “Relax, my little daffodil. Breathe in deeply and let go. Your body was made to take me,” she whispered against my skin. My breath came out in a trembling exhalation, my knees beginning to shake. When my back bowed slightly Cora shoved it back down with a rough palm. “No, blossom, if you won’t let go, I will make you. And I promise, you will not enjoy it nearly the same.”

I pressed my eyes closed, taking in a deep breath of the air that smelled like jasmine and amber and smoke, and as I exhaled, Cora slid past her knuckles, burying herself to the wrist in my tight ass. The sound that escaped me was a pleading sob. I had never felt so full, it was like my entire body was filled with her, brimming with Lady Cora.

“You want more, brave girl?” I nodded, even as tears of shame coursed down my hot, red cheeks. “That’s my sweet Queen Consort,” Cora said, voice silky with approval. “You gave me your soul, I gave you a throne, and now you are going to take my fucking fist like a pretty little slut.”

As I lost myself to the space between shame and euphoria, Cora twisted and pistoned into me. “Watch me fuck you,” she commanded, and I obeyed, eyes going to the mirror. When she withdrew her clenched hand with a pop, I moaned loudly, and Cora slapped me, hard, before roughly pushing back inside my now open, gaping hole.

She dropped the chain and moved her hand between her own thighs as she thrust in and out. Beginning to moan along with me, her hand jerked free, and I cried out. As her own motions started to become erratic, she didn’t bother to extend her fingers, just shoved her closed fist into the soft pink flower of my ass. And as Cora fucked me roughly, the filthy, sinful sound of wet, sloppy flesh pushed me over the edge. I came, sobbing, while my Queen, my Goddess, my Cora fist-fucked my throbbing ass mercilessly, and the sight of her hand disappearing into me over and over was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

For the first time, I felt free.