What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [65]
When she found herself switching her gaze toward Serena on the pommel horse, she instead spotted Zack with—oh my—a shocking, clear dildo that made her gasp. Probably ten inches long and considerably thick, it came with a ball-type knob on the tip, and the handle, as lengthy as the phallus-shaped part, consisted of a succession of smaller glass knobs. Brent looked to the bizarre tool in Zack’s fist and smoothly commanded, “Fuck our new slave with the glass cock.”
And all the blood drained from Jenna’s face.
The second Zack knelt before her, she instinctively snapped her thighs shut. Because that couldn’t go inside her. It was too strange. Invasive in a whole new way. Brent was pushing her too far.
But the defensive closing of her legs brought him instantly to his feet—he looked like an angry god, fury blazing in his gray eyes. “Do you want to be flogged, slave? The hard way? If not, spread your legs—now!”
The threat silenced the room—the couples having sex went still as Jenna’s whole body tensed.
Could she? Do this?
Despite herself, her pussy ached for more attention.
But . . . this kind?
“Do it!” Brent demanded, and their eyes met.
And she knew she had two choices. Say her safeword—or part her legs.
Slowly, she spread her thighs, again making her pussy available for viewing—and fucking.
Still kneeling before her, Zack moved closer and lifted the glass tool, gently sliding the shockingly unyielding tip up and down against her folds—letting her get used to it, she realized. It was so amazingly hard, with no give or flexibility, that it scared her. So she held very still, focusing on the Z on his arm as he inserted the head—making her let out a small noise—then slid it deeper.
I should be horrified. I have not exchanged even a word with this guy. And if I thought everything else I’ve done was kinky . . . well, this tips the scales. A glass dildo. Being inserted into me by a hot, dangerous stranger.
But the truly horrifying part, it turned out, was how her excitement escalated with the glass toy inside her. Watching it move in and out was . . . amazing. Inside the walls of her cunt, the head was so unforgiv ingly rigid, rubbing against her with each gentle stroke, that she almost thought she could come without clitoral stimulation. She heard her own breath as she drew it in, let it back out, awash in astonishing pleasure.
Zack began to whisper to her, too low for Brent to hear. “What a hot, wet pussy,” he breathed, peering up at her with dark, seductive eyes. “I love watching the glass glide in and out of your pretty pink flesh. Mmm, I bet it’s warm in there. I bet it’s fucking hot. I wish I could slide my cock in and find out.” And like everything else happening in the dungeon, Jenna wanted to be appalled, but instead she was involuntarily aroused. God, maybe Brent was right. Maybe dirty talk did turn her on.
Without quite meaning to, she began to lift her pelvis ever so slightly toward the inward thrusts Zack delivered.
“That’s much better, slave,” Brent said from his throne.
Then, casting a mischievous smile Brent still couldn’t see, Zack leaned forward, bit down on the chain dangling between her nipples, and gave a slight pull.
And, oh God—what a hot burst of pleasure/pain! She moaned. Met his gaze. Felt they shared some sort of obscene secret now.
“Jason, Decker, go watch the new slave take the glass cock,” Brent said.
So Jenna lifted her gaze to see two more men exit the shadows and head her way, both sporting dark hair and muscles. The one who’d responded to the name Jason wore his hair short and looked like a tough guy, and Decker was . . . a more devilish version of Brent himself—midthirties, but with slightly longer hair, curling at the ends, and a goatee. Both dripped with an undeniable sexual