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Serving Her Master: Victorian BDSM Erotica
(Anna Austin)

Penny shuddered, unable to stop the reflexive lift of her arse, seeking more. Lord Wiltshire held still for a moment, watching her body beg for more. "Dirty little whore," Henry growled, stroking his cock firmly.



"Only the best," Lord Wiltshire grinned lavisciously spinning the wooden rod against Penny's clenching hole. Applying the slightest amount of pressure, he pushed it into her, watching her face as it lit up with pleasure. "Oh yes," he pushed it in further and she squeaked, "that's it."



She was breathing erratically, wanting to say a thousand things at once but unable to prompt anything other than a whimper from her lips. Her master dragged the rod out from between her lips before sinking it back into her again, deeper this time, touching a spot inside her that made her bottom lurch from the table.



"She's begging to be filled," the captain grunted, fisting his cock over and over, the tip weeping precum. "Look at her writhing on that thing."



Penny could not keep still. Lord Wiltshire held the rod buried half in her cunt, watching her undulate and try to get more of the smooth length inside her body. He chuckled, pressing his other hand down onto her belly. "Stay still, girl. You'll get what you want."