Chapter 293

Concentrating on the sound of his voice, I turned my cheek to the pillow as I tried to relax even more. The kisses were definitely helping so I concentrated on making sure that my fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks apart for him.

He pressed the cold, blunt, flat end of the butter firmly against my quivering hole. I was amazed that a little stick of butter like that could instill any amount of pain, but it could. He stroked my spine but still held the mercilessly pressure against the small, puckered rosebud.

I cried out some in surprise at the sudden prick of pain that seemed to spread through my sphincter muscles as they clenched in an attempt to expel the hardened stick. Gasping for the breath that seemed to be suddenly snatched from my lungs, a lone tear slipped down my flushed cheek.

As he pressed the stick of butter against me, the whole process seemed to steal away my sense of time ... like the stick was being held there for hours. But in reality, the butter was