Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 309

His commands came softly but firmly and I obeyed even as I fought the urge to cry. I couldn't help the nervous tears that stung at my eyes as I put my face into the pillow and raised my ass higher, shifting reflexively at his demands. I tried to remember to simply breathe as a shiver ran down my spine.

The prickly fingers of apprehension continued to slide over me but even so, I trusted him completely. Even when he commanded me to open my own ass for his amusement, I still trusted him. I had to turn my face some so that I could draw in deep breaths to try and calm my nerves.

Still, a single low word spilled softly from my lips, "Master ..." The word was hesitant because I wanted to beg him not to do I could hear the lust in my voice, knowing that there was that part of me that wanted to experience this with him.

I felt him move behind me then and my mouth dropped open in utter lust as I felt the warmth of his breath as he blew hot air over my aching cunt and then over the crack of my ass to the base of my spine. I shuddered in response as a moan lifted from my lips, my ass wiggling as my silken thighs seemed to part more.

I'm sure it was apparent that I desperately needed relief as the constant buzzing on my aching clit and the position I was holding before him was starting to drive me mad with desire. But then it came ... the command that I had been secretly hoping he would change his mind about. "Unwrap the butter."

I could feel the puckered hole clench just at the thought of what he had in mind as I turned my head just enough to lock gazes with him for a moment. There was no changing his mind; I could see it in his eyes. My own closed momentarily as I swallowed past the cry for mercy that burned in my throat.

Turning to look at the stick of softening butter, I slowly reached out with slightly trembling hands to unwrap it for him. I gasped and nearly dropped the butter as he suddenly pressed his tongue to my cunt just below the vibrator and suckled softly along the slit. My ass naturally pressed back as if to beg him to put an end to this exquisite torture as my fingers dug into the butter with a soft cry of need.

"Don't you mangle that butter," he warned.

Oh God ... I could only hope that it wasn't mangled already. My fingers fumbled some but finally I was able to do his bidding, gritting my teeth as I shakily handed the butter back to him. My other hand clenched into the sheets as my body spasmed against his mouth.

He took the butter, freeing my hand to claw into the sheets as well, unable to stay still as his next command came; "Hold your ass open," he said firmly, mercilessly.

Whimpering softly, I could taste the slight movement of fear take hold as my eyes closed tightly shut. Trembling hands moved back once more to the soft cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart slowly as I trembled uncontrollably before him.

"Relax, Mine."

And I tried ... oh, I tried. But the moment he pressed the blunt, hard end of the butter against my anus, I couldn't control the instantaneous clenching of my ass as my eyes squeezed shut even more. I was afraid and apprehensive about this new experience and he knew it but I knew that there was no turning back.

I could feel his free hand on my spine, stroking it softly and slowly, slowly I finally started to relax some, a soft mew expelled from my lips at his next words; "Good girl." His words were like an aphrodisiac to my soul. He planted a soft kiss to the base of my spine as his fingers stroked up to my shoulders and then back down again.

Concentrating on the sound of his voice, I turned my cheek to the pillow as I tried to relax even more. The kisses were definitely helping so I concentrated on making sure that my fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks apart for him.

He pressed the cold, blunt, flat end of the butter firmly against my quivering hole. I was amazed that a little stick of butter like that could instill any amount of pain, but it could. He stroked my spine but still held the mercilessly pressure against the small, puckered rosebud.

I cried out some in surprise at the sudden prick of pain that seemed to spread through my sphincter muscles as they clenched in an attempt to expel the hardened stick. Gasping for the breath that seemed to be suddenly snatched from my lungs, a lone tear slipped down my flushed cheek.

As he pressed the stick of butter against me, the whole process seemed to steal away my sense of time ... like the stick was being held there for hours. But in reality, the butter was softening quickly so it was only a minute ... maybe two at the most before it began to slip past the ring and inside of my ass.

"Oh God ..." This was it. He was actually doing it.