The Trip

Chapter Five



The door opened, and Shawna's breath hitched. She lifted her head to look in the mirror, wanting to make sure the right person had joined her.

A firm hand pushed her head down. Fingers probed her p-ssy, and she whimpered as dread settled deep in her gut, warring with the neediness that had left her desperate. But not desperate enough to let just anyone touch her.


That's just funny. The voice of reason in her head mocked her. Could she really say she wasn't that desperate? Honestly?

Reason and doubt both folded as slippery fingers spread the moisture spilling out of her over her * and then around her stretched anus. The presence behind her shifted away until all she could feel was the pressure holding her head down.

Smack!

A sharp sting exploded over her butt. She choked back a sob as her ass cheeks clenched and the butt plug shifted inside her. The hand moved from the back of her head to her hip. Something smooth and hard slid between her thighs, held tight together by her skirt. She felt the head of a dick, pulsing steadily against her p-ssy, straining into her snug cleft. She shifted to ease the passage, but another smack, this one on her thigh, stilled her.

"Don't move." He said.

Relief loosened every muscle in her body. She knew that voice. It was him.

With one hard thrust, all the emptiness was filled. The sleekness within wrapping around something solid—it felt so damn right. The slight discomfort of adjusting became another kind of pleasure. A little wiggle would probably get her off.

At which point, her brain just might start functioning again. She whimpered as a little voice in her head chanted 'wrong wrong wrong,' and then she gasped. "Please, Master."

"Master?" Roughly pulling her hair to force her to look in the mirror, he chuckled, and then gave her a thin smile. "You really are a slut. You weren't sure it was me."

"I—"

Smack! He slapped her thigh, jerking her hips to drive his dick in deeper. "Shut up."

Teetering unevenly on her spiked heels, her head wrenched as far back as it could go, she could do nothing but cling to the sink as he f*cked her. Again and again, he pistoned in and out. His hips ground against her ass, moving the butt plug with each thrust. Full, fuller than she'd ever been, she felt heat gather in her core and billow outwards. Her thighs shook as raw pleasure tore through her. She opened her mouth to scream as the violent sensations exploded.

He covered her mouth with his hand. "Shh. We don't want someone to break down the door. They might think I'm trying to kill you."

Aren't you? His hand smothered her whimpers as he pounded into her, not giving her even a second to come down before driving her right back up. Her insides were so sensitive she could feel every ridge of him as he slid in and out, giving her more and more, circling to open her wider.

"Hold on." He slowed for a moment and reached down to rub her *. His other hand pushed between her thighs, and he drew his dick out almost all the way. Then he worked two fingers into her alongside his cock. "Ah, that's good. You're tight, so f*cking tight, but, with a bit of work, I'm sure we could get two dicks in here."

"Oh, god!" Her whole body clenched up at the possibility. As he thrust, wiggling his fingers a little every time he plunged in, she imagined another man taking her, using her. If she felt this full already, with only one man and a butt plug, how would it feel . . .

.

But both in her p-ssy? She bit her lip and groaned. She'd be afraid of being torn apart, yet, she had to admit, she'd be willing to try. If it got to be too much, she could cry off.

Like now?

Maybe not. She'd wanted to be powerless, and this man had given her that.

Whatever he decided to do to her, she would take it. Neither of them would have it any other way.

"Come for me, baby." His lips caressed her cheek, and he licked away the tears she hadn't felt spill. "You're beautiful when you come. I want to see it again."

Again? She didn't know if she could. But, as with everything else, he didn't give her a choice. He pinched her * and f*cked her hard. The top of his dick grazed a spot deep within that sent electricity sizzling right through her veins. Her toes curled, and she threw her head back. He paused and then angled his dick so that it hit that same spot over and over.

"Ah . . . ah!" The electric sensation overloaded and burst like a transformer struck by lightning. Her hips bucked as she tried to absorb the fiery currents flowing through her. His dick dragged every last spasm out. He grunted and slammed in, his dick twitching as he came.

He slipped out of her, hands shaking as he turned her. Holding her against him, he took several deep breaths, and then picked her up to sit her on the edge of the sink.

After tugging her skirt off, he tapped her knee.

"Spread your thighs."

She gaped at him stupidly and then shook her head. "Please, I can't take anymore."

"I doubt that." He frowned at her until she spread her thighs. "Good girl."

Smiling, he grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser by the sink. "But if it makes you feel any better, I've got nothing more to give you. That hot, little cunt drained the life right out of me."

His praise dissolved the embarrassment of his cleaning her. She hopped off the sink and pulled her skirt back on as he cleaned himself. The blood rushed to her head when she straightened, and he grabbed her arm to steady her.

"One last thing." He bent her over his arm, flipped her skirt up, and then gently removed the butt plug. "There we go. We're all done."

"Thank you." She smoothed down her skirts and flushed. "May I go now?"

"Are you okay?" He waited for her nod and then opened the door. A young man seated by the bathroom glanced at her as she passed and winked. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she hurried to her seat.

Before long, her eyes drooped. Arms folded against the window ledge, she rested her head. The seat beside her creaked.

"Come here." He said, putting his arm over her shoulders and easing her head down to his lap. "Isn't that more comfortable?"

"Mmmhmm." She closed her eyes, lips curving in a sleepy smile as he began petting her hair. "You're very comfy."

"My pleasure, love." He gave her shoulder a squeeze and whispered. "So was this trip more pleasant than you thought it would be?"

"The end was," she said. "More than I could have ever imagined."