Continue from Part 11.
Rachel floated up out of a haze of satisfaction. She was lying face down on a bed. Her back, ass and thighs throbbed and her cunt ached. Someone was sitting next to her, caressing her skin with a soothing cream.
She tried to form words, but all she managed was, “Ungf.”
“You’re awake.” Chris’s cheeriness sounded forced.
Rachel opened her eyes. To her surprise, bright sunlight streamed through the windows. Panic seized her and she struggled to sit up.
“What time is it?”
She stared bleary-eyed at Chris who smiled. “It’s morning, but don’t worry. I’ve texted your work to say you were sick.”
She frowned. “You had no right to do that.”
She lacked the energy to give the words conviction though.
Chris gently pushed her back down on the bed. “You needed sleep. Last night was intense and you need to heal. Let me take care of you today.”
She scowled at him but because she was face-down on the bed, she doubted he was able to see it. His hands resumed their work on her back and she had to admit it was feeling really good. Despite the soreness in her cunt, she felt herself get wet. Chris’s gentleness was a stark contrast with how she had been abused the night before but she welcomed the change of pace.
She allowed herself to drift back into the haze as Chris continued to stroke and caress her. Last night had been intense. Chris was certainly right about that. She hadn’t even been sure whether she’d be able to take all the abuse, but in the end, she had been strong. She’d felt so alive! The pain had bit harder than she’d expected but she’d endured it all. That, and the orgasms which never seemed to end.
Her cunt started throbbing with desire but rather than chase the feeling, she acknowledged it and let it go. She was a slut. She’d known that for a long time, so it was time to stop feeling guilty about it. It didn’t matter that her cunt was aching to be filled again so soon after having been filled with cock after cock. This was who she was, there was no denying it any longer.
Yesterday Chris’s concern had bothered her. But this morning his gentleness touched her. Yesterday she had wanted to be fucked, abused, treated like a whore. Today she wanted to be caressed, spoiled and taken care of.
She sighed contentedly as Chris worked his magic. The welts on her back and legs lost their sting. Warmth spread throughout her body. Not the urgent heat that made her want to be fucked hard, but rather warm happiness. She was safe, she was being taken care of. What more could she ask for?
“Does this feel good?” Chris asked.
“Hmm, yes.” The sound was more a moan than a word.
Chris chuckled softly. He caressed her ass and stroked her thighs softly. She moved her legs apart slightly. Her juices were seeping out of her and staining the bed.
Chris traced patterns on her inner thigh with featherlight fingers. Rachel allowed the feelings to wash over her like a gentle brook. She remained relaxed. There was no need to chase the orgasm. She knew it would claim her in its own time.
Chris’s fingers skittered over her labia ever so softly. She was too tired even to moan, opting instead for sighing deeply.
“You like this?” Chris’s voice was low, full of lust. This was as arousing for him as it was for her. And yet he didn’t rush it. He seemed to be content to draw out her pleasure.
“Love it,” she murmured. She felt as if she was surrounded by clouds. She was teetering on the edge of consciousness. It was the same kind of feeling she used to get when she practised meditation. Stillness, relaxation and a deep heaviness of the limbs.
“You were amazing last night.” Chris’s voice was soft like a caress. “You blew everyone away. They’ve never had a sub that wanton and eager.”
His fingers edged closer to her throbbing sex. His words filled her with pride. She knew she’d done well – of course – but it was gratifying to hear Chris had been impressed with her as well.
“The way you endure everything they threw at you…” Chris’s voice filled with awe. “Not only endure but enjoy. I thought I’d have to step in, but you loved every minute of it, didn’t you?”
The tips of his fingers skimmed over her outer labia. She moaned softly and he chuckled.
“After all that you’re still up for more. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found you.”
Rachel wanted to protest that she was the one who’d found him in her library but she was too relaxed to speak. His words washed over her, filling her with joy. She’d never really cared about praise. She didn’t need her partners to tell her she was good in bed, she knew that. But something about the way Chris talked about her now, full of wonder and awe, stirred up long-forgotten feelings. He was barely touching her and already she could feel an orgasm begin deep inside her. Was it really possible to come just from his words?
Chris’s fingers continued their dance on her pussy. They slid easily over her swollen folds, gently probing between them. His touch was gentle and light, almost as if he was careful not to hurt her.
“You were such a good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “Such a good girl for me.”
A whimper escaped Rachel’s throat as she could feel herself hurtling towards an orgasm. Her body was still and heavy, but her blood soared in her veins.
Chris applied a breath more pressure on her clit. He kissed her neck again. “Now come for me, my pet.”
With a sigh, Rachel surrendered to the wave of pleasure washing over her. Her body shuddered, her abused cunt convulsing around emptiness.
Chris continued to stroke her gently until she had come down from her orgasm. Then he covered her with a sheet and kissed her cheek.
“You did so well. Now sleep. We’ll play again when you’ve rested up.”
Too tired to even lift up her head, Rachel gratefully allowed the fog to descend on her again and with a sigh, she drifted off to sleep.
Continue reading Part 13.
It’s the roaring twenties.
Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?