Quinton's Crucible by Trent Evans

Author:Trent Evans [Evans, Trent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dark romance
Publisher: Trent Evans
Published: 2016-10-15T07:00:00+00:00

Anna’s pussy was so wet she feared a bead of her arousal was going to course down her leg at any moment.

His strong legs stretched toward the sky, spread so wide that the tendons at his inner thighs stood taut, the cords of the hamstrings tight, trembling. His cock was hard, pointing back up toward his chest, the thick organ moving with each frantic beat of the frightened male’s heart. His balls, generous and full, hung below, the perineum glistening with sweat. The livid purple-red marks from his strapping could clearly be seen, wrapping about the curves of his muscular buttocks. A few of the marks — the swollen welts quite visible in his spread cleft — attested to the last few strokes where she intentionally whipped in, catching him with the vicious tip of the leather. The anus was a dark, cringing whorl, looking so tender, so vulnerable. The urge to take him there was so strong, she nearly succumbed to it.

First things first.

She eased her nails through the dark hair growing upon his legs, loving the texture against her skin. It would have to go though.

Darynn rolled the stool over, taking a seat next to the cart, her eyes level with Quinton’s genitals. “What are we doing with him?”

“I want him bare from the neck down, but we can work on that as we have time. For now though, let’s get that cock and those big, disobedient balls nice and smooth first.”

Darynn was already applying the shaving cream to his mound, Quinton watching her closely, the whites of his eyes clearly visible.

He froze as Darynn produced the straight razor, Anna stepping closer to watch.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as she scraped his skin with the blade, removing every trace of his dark, wiry pubic hair. Then she cupped his balls, and they pulled up tight.

“Going to be a lot easier if you relax, tough guy,” Darynn said, wiping off the blade with a cloth.

“We can wait, Quinton.” Anna stroked his already sweating brow, bending over him. “But it’s better for you to obey us. You don’t want her to nick you.”

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, then another, his muscled chest rising and falling dramatically, the outline of the ribs and the bunched intercostal muscles at his side clearly visible. She couldn’t resist the adorable well of his navel, tickling it with her fingertip, loving the feel of his helpless flesh under her touch.

“This should work,” Darynn murmured. “He’s got better control than a lot of virgins do.”

“I’m not a virgin,” he said, his voice tense.

Darynn chuckled. “You are for what your Mistress has planned for you. Now”—Darynn pulled the smooth, delicate skin of his scrotum tight, easing the gleaming blade slowly down through the frothy cream.

His breath came in frantic, staccato bursts as she worked, but the blonde proved her expertise, shearing him completely smooth in mere minutes.

“Astringent?” Darynn looked up at her, her gaze dancing with anticipatory glee.

“He was a good boy during his shaving.

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