All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

As father moved, I could see that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina with a leather strap, holding it tightly inside her body. I could hear the soft humming of its motor and thought of a picture from my history book of the inquisition, though she did not seem to be in pain. Just the opposite in fact. She was quite enjoying the feelings of the dildo. He stepped to her side. His clothing had been removed, leaving him stark naked, and in his hand was a long thin board, similar to a ruler. He struck it against her breasts, and she moaned. He struck her hip and again she moaned. It seemed all so wrong, but I could not stop watching.”Sandra yawned, rolling to her side and propping the book up against the arm of the sofa.The woman continued to moan as he hit her, not hard, but enough to cause pink marks across her flesh. It took barely five minutes and she cried out around the ball, her body tensing and her inner thighs becoming moist with her orgasm. My father laughed, removing

“What would you like to do?” she asked him with a sly smile.“I don’t know, but I’m about near the end of my tether waiting for this bloody storm to end.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the exasperated, youthful look on his handsome face. She moved the book to the coffee table and straddled his legs, her bare breasts poked out from beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. The only thing she wore after making love a few hours earlier. Her naked bottom was pressed against the bulge of his pants and she smiled wickedly as he held her against him. His large hands cupping her firm buttocks.“I have an idea,” she told him with a seductive grin. His eyes roamed down the gap between the open buttons that exposed her deep cleavage.“And what is that?” His tone was deep and husky as he lifted her higher on his lap, his hands massaging her butt cheeks.“Let’s go to a movie,” she told him, nearly laughing at the shocked expression.“Now?” He nearly croaked the words making her lose control of her

The torture continued for several moments before he leaned down and licked the sensitive tip of her breasts, making her growl softly with the mixture of pain and pleasure. With a sly grin, he returned to the foot of the bed and glanced up at her flushed face as he picked up the blue rabbit and turned it on, holding it up for her to see. Sandra bit her bottom lip again as he began to caress her labia with his warm hand, her flesh still sensitized by his tickling. The tip of the vibrator pressed against her moist opening and he slowly pushed forward a little further, bending over and running his hot, wet tongue along the lips of her vagina.“Delightful,” he whispered, spreading her labia with his fingers and licking her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned, closing her eyes as he picked up the speed of his tongue, biting and sucking the small bud until she tried to arch her back. Quickly, he thrust the vibrator deep into her, positioning the bunny ears around her clitoris and turned the swi

A few moments later he unfastened the restraints and collapsed beside her on the bed, embraced in each other’s arms, panting and sweating, completely spent from the events of the evening. It had been more passionate, more demanding than it had been since their wedding night and her bottom stung from the spanking. Her breasts were sore, and she felt like she had been ridden for days.“Like it?” he asked her softly, his breath warming her ear and she nodded, causing him to smile in response.“I like everything you do to me. You have a very vivid imagination, for a perverted deviant.”“And I have a lot of ideas my love. We have only scratched the surface of playing.” Sandra grinned then yawned, snuggling closer to his chest.“Tired?” he asked her, watching her nod her head. “I should have taken a nap so I could keep up with you,” she told him followed by another yawn. Creighton reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled the blanket up across them.“You more than kept up with me. Sle

As predicted, Sandra awoke the next morning to find herself spotting. The rain before the storm. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but at least she understood her frustration and aggravation lately. It also explained why their wedding night had been so emotional. PMS was never one of her friends. Two weeks of hell for two weeks of sanity. Somehow it never seemed like a fair trade.Creighton watched her over their breakfast as she finished reading Miriam’s book and set it aside. His eyes scanning her face as though he was trying to memorize every detail. When she looked up and caught him staring, she smiled.“How was the rest of the book?” he asked, pushing the empty plate of crepes aside.“It was good. I mean in a demented, perverted sort of way. There wasn’t anything else about her family though.”“So, talking to her is going to be necessary after all.”“I suppose, but you already made arrangements to meet with her. You can’t back out now.”“I suppose not,” he said, looking down at t