Chapter 112 : They Enjoy Making Me Wait
Chapter 112: They Enjoy Making Me Wait
Sophie
“Follow me,” Luciano said as he walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. I didn't hesitate as I followed behind him, Adriano and Angelo stayed put. I was led to his room where I had spent the night a few days ago. The room was bathed in light and I couldn't help but look at the massive bed, it was big enough to fit four people even if three of them were grown men. He saw me looking and his eyes grew hooded and dark.
“Brush your teeth, braid your hair and undress. I will come back soon.” He said and left me in the room, I tried to avoid letting my mind overthink as I followed his order.
If I did that, my nerves would become even more wrecked than they were now. Brushing my teeth first, I stripped and folded my clothes on a chair he had in his bedroom. I did a french braid, making sure my hair would be out of the way. My heart was pounding as I waited for one of them. I think they enjoyed letting me wait, making me more nervous with each minute that went before they came. Finally, I heard footsteps coming in my direction. I was standing in the middle of the room, unsure and wringing my hands unconsciously. Luciano's eyes swept over me in a hot wave, taking in my every curve.
“We are going to take the anal plug out now and I will give you some time afterwards but I am going to have to come back again so we can wash that ass of yours and make you ready for me.”
His words made my whole body flush with embarrassment but I didn't object to it. Truthfully, I was just grateful I would be alone to use the bathroom.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said shakily and followed him back to the bathroom.
He made me bend over the counter so the toy was easily accessible to him. My cheeks heated as I felt him tap the toy a few times before taking it out as gently as he could. I felt strangely empty without it, l had gotten used to being filled, having gone my whole day with it inside me. I had my eyes closed the entire time and was happy he hadn't made me watch from the mirror in front of me. I didn't even know if I could have done that even if he had commanded me to, clearly, anal play was still taboo to me even though I wanted it. It still made me flustered and ashamed, this was something that would take some time getting over.
“Good girl,” he praised me. I turned around to see his hands were empty.
I didn't know where he had dropped the plug in and I didn't really care to know. He washed his hands and gave me the privacy he had promised me which I didn't take for granted. I wanted to pretend I wasn't done when he got back just to postpone doing the next task which was me washing my ass, I really wasn't ready for that. When he knocked on the door, I didn't give in to my own desire to lie, I figured it was best to get it done as fast as possible. I was mortified and we hadn't even begun. I hadn't been with any of them for over a month now because of my wound. But now, I am all healed and my body craves their touches.
He walked in with a huge plastic cup of what seemed to be water in one hand and a terrifying-looking object in the other hand. I mean, the thing didn't look like a torture device, it was only a rubber bulb but I knew where the tip of that was going and I was not ready for it, at least not mentally. Seeing my fear, he was fast to comfort me.
“We will be quick and it will be painless, I assure you.” He placed the cup on the counter and showed the anal douche to me.
“See this tip, it is smaller than the plug you have had all day.” He gave it to me to inspect it after giving me instructions not to squeeze the bulb, seeing as it was filled with liquid.
“You only have to do it twice and then you are done, it is nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be embarrassed over either.” He said in a calm voice like we were talking about something as mundane as the weather.
I just had to take his word for it because my body didn't believe him at this moment. When he could still see the apprehension in my eyes, he switched to another tactic.
“Stand by the toilet with your right leg on the stool.” He ordered me sternly, the tone in his voice broke no argument.
I hadn't noticed the stool until now and when I thought about it, I didn't believe it had been here the last time I spent the night. Had he brought it here for this purpose only? My body moved before I even registered it, reacting to his commands as if my body was a puppet and he was the puppeteer pulling my strings.
“Just like that,” he affirmed, standing close behind me.
I heard a bottle being open and felt liquid dripping down onto my asshole and I tensed slightly.
“It is only lube.” He explained, feeling a wet fingers prod at my hole.
I tensed again but relaxed when I felt only a pleasant tingling sensation. It went on smoothly and he made comments about how good I was. The finger left me shortly before the tip of what I guessed was the bulb pushed inside slowly, it was bigger than his finger but having been stretched by the anal plug, it didn't hurt. The feeling of something being pushed inside was still alien, so no matter how painless it was, I still struggled to loosen the muscles around it. He took his time getting it fully inside and I tried breathing through it as I felt liquid filling my rectum. The water was a little bit cool but not by much.
“That is it, just relax, little bunny.” He cooed.
“I am going to take it out now but I want you to hold the water in for me until I say otherwise.”
Once again, there was no give in his tone, he slid the tip out just as slowly. The urge to push all the liquid out was so intense that I almost ignored the command not to relieve myself. To be quite honest, it felt like I had the biggest shit that needed to come out. My face was probably flushed by now but a bit of the mortification had eased. He was so unfazed by this whole thing that his calmness spilled over onto me. I took my feet down from the stool carefully as if any rash movement would make me spill the water. I tried to keep my breathing controlled and I found myself counting in my head to focus on something other than the feeling in my ass.