Bondage Tales
THE PRIEST AND THE GOTH GIRL
by J.T. Roberts
Published by Fetish Fiction at Smashwords
Copyright J.T.Roberts
Extract from this book:
Slowly, gently, with his left hand he smoothed the thick cream on each of her buttocks in turn. At first whimpering in pain, Katrina at last breathed out, as though sighing in relief as cool ointment did its work. She did not protest either when Sylvestri, making slow circular motions, worked the cream into the crease of the buttocks where they met the top of her thighs. Or when he massaged more of the stuff to the insides of those thighs, squeezing the soft bulging flesh. At first she tensed at that, her thighs clamping together, but his fingers were insistent, and they managed to part the thighs just wide enough to expose the squeezed peach of her vagina. With the tip of his middle finger, he brushed downwards and around, feeling the short bristly pubic hair at the lower mound of her pubis. Then he pushed the tip of his finger inside.
“No,” he hissed, and tried again to jerk away. As she did so he withdrew his finger and smacked her tender buttocks with the flat of his hand. A violent, hard blow that made the buttocks quiver.
Katrina screamed in pain and swore violently, cursing him to Hell.
“Either,” he said, “You let me finish. Or. Well, you know the rest.”