Chapter 8

“Ciara, do not resist us,” he chastised.

“Please, Master,” I begged him using the words I was supposed to, “it will hurt. Please don’t put anything there.”

“We would not harm what we own,” was the only answer I got.

The fingers were gentle and pressed into me slowly, one at a time. Soon the burn and the stretch were bearable and not painful. They weren’t hurting me.

I was flipped and pulled up to my knees. My arms crossed awkwardly in front of me and I felt something small, soft, and wet lapping against me back there.

“Please no, Master, that’s dirty. Please, don’t do that,” I begged wiggling around.

A tongue ran up my spine and to my hair line. I was sure it was Master Evan’s body that now covered mine.

“No more protesting Ciara, it is unbecoming,” he whispered nipping my ear.

Finding it had flavor he tasted my ear completely, pressing his tongue into my canal. I loved to have my ears played with and moaned as he tasted. It was brough