"It's been a two days since I first put you to the lash," he sighed deeply, his lips trailing down her spine, zeroing in over the small of her back.

"Let you feel the violent sting of hardened cowhide slap across your virgin flesh. Beaming rays of crimson welting across your ass and thighs, and yet I can still make out the pink welts," he added, gliding one of his hands down around her waist, holding her in place before licking the round of one of her cheeks with the base of his tongue.

"N...No, Christian... he wasn't like this," Amy breathed darkly herself, his rough, firm hand slowly gliding down her body, arousing her as her nipples hardened to his touch. Chills exploding down her back as his hand gasped the furry folds between her thighs, stroking that spot, that magical switch which brought her to the brink every time.

"I'm not a fictional character," he hissed, pushing her forward. "I'm a real man, with real needs to feed upon the flesh of his lover and drink wholly her body." He gasped.

"Fu... no," Amy grunted, pushing her hands flat against the wooden fence, closing her eyes to the torment of pleasure coursing through her. Though she fought it, she secretly craved his rough caress, his hard, impassionate fingers stroking between her legs. His hard hands explored her body ruthlessly, methodically, like the submissive she read about in the books, the submissive she wanted to be, the woman that only her Christian could conquer.

"Lean forward," Christian demanded in a hoarse whisper, to which she willingly obeyed, bending further, spreading her thighs even wider as she locked her hands around her ankles. Revealing the space between her ass cheeks even more, the perfected slit of her pussy dripping wildly with her erotic lube as she became slightly embarrassed and ashamed, yet at the same time blistering and aroused as she felt his hard abrasive hands gliding uneasily over her soft firm rounds and open thighs.

"Please," Amy breathed deeply, almost airlessly as she closed her eyes, remembering passages from the books, imagining him kneeling down behind her, licking her, kissing and feasting on her with his lush moist lips and long peppered tongue, wanting to feel him licking her from deep inside her hot, moist crevice. Please... please,' Amy begged him, his fingers trailing over her pink, welted flesh, before dipping his fingers deep between her buttocks as it crossed the fold of her newly developed scars.

"Please fuck... my Christian... fuck me hard," she gasped as a finger, a rough etched finger slithered deep into her wetness. Striking in and out of her only to be joined by second and still a third; his fingers widening her tight pussy, pounding into her without mercy or honor, slicing into her with the tips of his nails, forcefully without rhythm or regard. Her body twitching to the forbidden onslaught as she let herself go, releasing her frustrations by drenching his fingers with her scented passionate lube.

"Fuck, Fuck, FUCCCCK!" Amy growled hard and loud, arching her back upward as she bawled, a wave of hunger, of deprived pleasure tearing through every fiber of her being. "FUUUUUUCK YES!" she panted, holding her breath between the lows as her lover continuing his assault upon her by adding yet a fourth finger inside her wetness, stretching her even more, yet she surrendered, wanting, needing to feel as much of his inside her as she could by rocking her hips with his movements.

Suddenly, he pushed all four of his fingers deeply inside her, pushing her body upwards, practically lifting up from the ground, his thumb pressing roughly against her clitoris.

"Back against the fence, my bitch," He demanded, for which Amy weakly obeyed, quickly feeling his free hand roping around her, tugging ruthlessly on one of her breasts, his fingers squeezing her hardened aroused nipple, before crushing her breasts into her chest.

"Fu...fu," Amy yelped, she could feel it then. In that moment, though most of his other hand remained buried knuckle deep inside her pussy, she could feel the very tip of his cock-head grazing between the cracks of her ass, the large insatiable ridge of the head, pushing against her anal opening.

"Yes.... Amy," he whispered low like a growl against the side of her ear, the tip of his tongue flailing against her lobe as he continued. "Time to take you in the other hole too," he growled ruthlessly.

Teeth brushing against the side of her neck, she could feel his tongue bolstering over her flesh, licking her, tasting the sweat-glazed passion of her body as he continued to glide all four of his fingers deeply inside her pussy. Hooking them inward as he pressed all of them up against the roof, before scissoring outward, stretching her hole wider.