Getting to the Bottom of It
“I’m not going to give you what you want until you beg for it.”
“Fuck you,” growled Lindsay Ferdan. “When I get out of here—”
“When you get out of here, you’re going to do what?”
“The first thing I do is I’m going to the police.”
“And tell them what?”
Lindsay Ferdan opened her mouth but nothing came out.
“What do you think you’re going to tell them?”
“That you chained me up here and that you said you were going to fuck my ass. How’s that for starters, ass hole.”
“Pretty good, I suppose, except of course that I didn’t chain you up. Your hands and feet are bound but they’re not chained.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know what you mean and as for the other part of it, I didn’t exactly say I was going to fuck your ass. I said I wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you begged for it.”
“Yeah well, we both know what you want. I’ve seen you leering at my ass, and I’ve heard what they say about you around the water cooler. They say you only like to fuck girls in the ass.”
“Is that what they say?”
“Do you deny it?”
“Do I deny what? Do I deny that people are talking about me around the water coolers or do I deny that I like fucking girls in the ass.”
“Either. Both. I don’t care. Do you deny it?”
“Well, I suppose people might be talking about me but then I wouldn’t really know that, would I? As for wanting to fuck girls in the ass, I only give girls what they really want.”
“You think girls want to be fucked in the ass?”
“I’m sure of it.”
Once more, Lindsay struggled against her restraints. She was naked and she’d been bound face-down over a chaise lounge and she felt, very, very exposed. “God damn it. That might be true of other women but it most certainly is not true of me. So damn it, let me up.”
“But you said you were going to go to the police.”
“Okay, I won’t go to the police if you let me go right now.”
Lloyd Chalmers slapped her hard across the ass and his voice suddenly raised. “What kind of a fool do you think I am. Of course you’re going to go to police.”
It was hard not being able to see his face. Oh sure, Lindsay thought. She could turn her head and she could try to look up but that was hard to do and it hurt the neck and besides, it wasn’t like he was staying in one place anyway so it was easier to just not try to look up but it was hard not being able to see his face.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered.
“Sorry for what?”
“What?”
“What are you sorry for? Are you sorry for lying to me or are you sorry for calling me a fool?”
Which answer was the right one, Lindsay wondered. Which one was the right one?
“I’m sorry I called you a fool.”
Thwack! Again, the hand came down on her ass. “You should be sorry for both things,” Lloyd said. “That’s the right answer.”
“Sorry.”
“I ought to slap you again,” the man said just for lying to me again.
“No, no. I’m really sorry, Lindsay whimpered. “Please don’t hit me again.”
“So little girl doesn’t want to get her ass spanked. That’s good to know.”
It wasn’t exactly that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the spanking. Well, she didn’t want it, but she could have taken it if she’d had to. What she really didn’t want was having Lloyd getting used to hitting her.
How had she gotten here and more importantly, how long had she been here. It was starting to come back to her. It had been at the going away party for Jon Criner. He’d been retiring and a bunch of the people from the office had been there and okay, she’d gotten a little drunk.
Okay, she’d gotten a lot drunk.
Someone had agreed to take her home and Lindsay was sure that person was Linda. In fact, she was sure she’d gotten in Linda’s car but she’d passed out somewhere along the way.
And somehow, she’d ended up here.
“What are you thinking about?”
“None of your business,” Lindsay spat back.
“You’re right. It is none of my business and besides, it’s not important anyway. Should we get started?”
“Started on what?”
“Started on seeing about getting a cock in your ass.”
“You stay away from me.”
“Why?”
“I already told you. I don’t want you to do it.”
“And I told you. I wasn’t going to fuck your ass unless you begged me first.”
“Yeah well that ain’t going to happen.”
“We’ll see.” Lindsay could hear Lloyd moving away for just a moment. “Do you know what I like about the ass?” he asked.
Lindsay wasn’t sure she wanted to answer but then she didn’t want him to hit her again so answering seemed like the better choice. “No what?”
“It’s the only part of a girl that can’t be faked.”
“What?”
“It can’t be faked. Women can wear make-up to accentuate their faces and they can get plastic surgery in more extreme cases. They can wear padded bras or get implants to fix their breasts. They can get lipo if they need to. They fix almost any part of their body that they need to but the butt is always real and there’s nothing better than a really, great ass. Did you know you’ve got a really great ass?”
“Fuck you.”
“And the other thing is a woman will let you fuck her almost anywhere but there and it just makes you wonder what it’s like, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck you.”
“Well maybe it doesn’t make you wonder but it makes me wonder. I think about it a lot.”
“Yeah, well fuck you, you pervert.”
“You know what I really like to do with a girl before I fuck her in the ass?”
“I haven’t a clue.”
“I like to show her bottom some love.”
“That’s nice,” Lindsay send in a tone that made it clear in no uncertain tones just how stupid she thought that was.
“That’s what I’m going to do now.”
Lindsay shifted nervously. “But I thought you said you weren’t going to do it unless I begged.”
“So you were listening?”
Lindsay said nothing.
“Well if you were listening, what you heard me say was I wasn’t going to fuck you unless you begged. I didn’t say anything about enjoying that luscious ass of yours.”
“Fuck you.”
“I kind of thought you’d say that.”
“Fuck you.”
Lindsay couldn’t help but squeal as she felt the lotion being squeezed out on her ass and almost immediately, she’d berated herself for that. He’d probably liked that, she told herself but she just couldn’t help it. The lotion or oil or whatever it was that he’d squeezed out onto her bottom was just so cold.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Ha. Just as she thought, Lindsay told herself. He liked hearing her squeal. Well, she was ready now and she knew just what exactly she needed to tell him. “Fuck you.”
He was squirting more of it on her bottom and then the squirting stopped and that was followed by his hand. “How’s this feel?” he asked as he rubbed the lotion against her skin.
“I don’t like it.”
“You don’t?”
The fact was that she did but she sure as hell wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Look at you with that cute, little ass of yours. I’ll bet you like that, don’t you?”
She did like it. She wasn’t sure why she liked it. Maybe it was the lotion. It kind of made her skin tingle but whatever it was, she wasn’t going to tell Lloyd that. “I don’t like it,” she said.
“You don’t huh? Not even when I put my finger here?”
Oh fuck. That actually did feel good, him sliding his finger between her ass cheeks and oh geez, he was pressing it up against her little, tiny hole. It did feel good, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “No,” she said.
“No?”
“No. It doesn’t feel good.”
“Oh.” His fingers slid out from between Lindsay’s cheeks and once more his hands stroked her cheeks. “Well, I suppose if it doesn’t feel good, I suppose we should stop.”
She didn’t want him to stop. Of course, she wasn’t going to tell him that but she didn’t want him to stop.
Lloyd produced a cloth from somewhere and he wiped the lotion off of Lindsay’s butt. “There you go,” the man said. “All done. We’ll just let you think about that.”
“Wait a minute. Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to leave you alone.”
“You let me up, you asshole.” She tried to pull against her restraints but all she seemed to be able to do was to wriggle her butt around. “Let me up,” she demanded.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that just yet.”
“When can you do it then?”
“Soon, I hope,” and with that, the man was walking to the door.
“You ass hole,” Lindsay screamed. “Don’t leave me here. Damn it. Come back here and let me loose right now.”
The man flipped off the the light switch and the door closed behind him.
“Come back here,” Lindsay screamed. “Come back here right now.”
The door didn’t open and the man didn’t return.
“God damn it,” Lindsay screamed.
It was some time later when the door finally opened and the lights were once more switched on. “How are things going in here?” Lloyd asked.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Lindsay screamed.
“I can always leave,” the man said.
“No!”
“No? That must mean you want me to stay.”
Did she really want him to stay? Was that really the question she should be asking herself, she wondered. Did she really want him to go?
Something was keeping her awake. Even considering her predicament, one would have thought that with the lights all turned out and with no other stimulus that her body would have just nodded off to sleep but it hadn’t. It hadn’t and it had been so tedious. She was alone there in the darkness and there was absolutely nothing there to occupy her mind.
“You can stay,” she said.
“That’s good ‘cause I really like your ass.”
Again with the ass.
“Why don’t we start where we left off.”
“Which is where?”
“I think I was oiling up your ass.”
“Look. Can’t you just let me go? I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“We both know that’s not going to happen without you begging me to fuck your ass first.”
“Come on. Please.”
“Sorry. No can do.”
“Fine. You can stay but I’m never going to beg you to fuck my ass.”
“We’ll see.”
Once more, Lloyd squeezed the oil onto Lindsay’s butt and once more, the coolness of it made the girl squeal. Damn, she thought. The least he could do was give her a little warning before he did that. Of course maybe that was why he did it. Maybe he wanted to hear her squeal and right then and there, she decided she wasn’t going to let him hear it. No matter what it took, she was going to keep from squealing the next time he did it.
But his hand was back again, cupping first one cheek and then the other as it rubbed the oil into her bottom. “How do you like that?” he asked.
She shouldn’t like it she told herself. She shouldn’t like it and yet she did. There was just something ... something about the oil, something that made her skin tingle, and it was tingling in a good way.
“How do you like that?” he asked again.
“I don’t,” she lied.
“You don’t? Well if you don’t like it, maybe I should just leave.”
“No!”
“No?”
“I mean no. I ... I don’t want you to go,” and that was true. She didn’t want him to go. This was better than being left alone.
“But if you don’t like it, I should go.”
“I do like it,” Lindsay said hurriedly and just the act of admitting that seemed to intensify the feeling.
“You do like it?”
What was she about to say? It wasn’t just that her ass liked being rubbed or that her ass was feeling kind of tingly all over or even that her ass was starting to feel kind of hot. It was all those things but did she really want to tell Lloyd that?
“Do you like it?”
“I like it.”
“I thought so,” Lloyd said even as his fingers slipped between her cheeks. “Do you like it when I do this?”
She could feel his fingers pressing up against her tight, little hole. Oh God. She shouldn’t like it, she told herself. She really shouldn’t.
“Well? Do you like it?”
It just slipped out. She hadn’t meant to say it but it slipped out and when it did, there was no way of taking it back. “Yeah,” she moaned. “I like it.”
“I think you meant you loved it.”
No, she thought and yet ... and yet the way her skin was tingling ...
“Well?”
“Well maybe I do like it a little bit more than I let on.”
“I thought so.”
“Maybe I should stroke my fingers between your cheeks.”
“Mmm yeah.” No wait. The answer was supposed to be no, wasn’t it? The answer was supposed to be no.
“Do you want me to stroke my fingers between your cheeks?”
“Yeah.”
“Too bad.”
“What?!”
“I said ‘too bad.’”
“But why?” God what was she about to say but she already knew she was going to say it. “I ... I said what you wanted me to say.”
“Yes that’s true but you made me have to wait to hear you say it and that took all the pleasure out of hearing you say it. It’s like being given a tasty treat but when you taste it, you find that the treat has gone bad. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”
“But—”
“Nope. Sorry. I can’t take all this negativity. Either you get with the program or I’ll leave you here right now.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, I kind of thought you’d say that.”
“Wait a minute. What are you doing?”
The man had a towel and he was wiping the oil off of Lindsay’s ass. “I think we’ll just let you think about your attitude.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my attitude, ass hole.”
“That’s just what I mean.”
“Wait a minute. Where are you going?”
“I’m going to leave you alone to think about the right way for a lady to react.”
“Wait a minute. What are you doing? Come back here, you ass hole. Don’t leave me alone.”
But the man switched off the light and he closed the door and once more, he left Lindsay alone in the darkness.
“Come back here, you ass hole,” the girl raged. “Come back here, god damn it. Don’t leave me alone. Come back here, you little fucking chicken shit. Come back here and let me loose right now.”
But Lloyd didn’t come back and in time, Lindsay ran out of steam and when she did, she felt alone and she felt empty. She knew he was going to come back but there was a part of her that couldn’t help but ask what if he didn’t. She was alone in the dark and even if no one else was in the room, she still felt so damned exposed with her ass sticking straight up in the air.
Lindsay had no idea how much time might have passed before Lloyd finally returned. “So you’re back again, ass hole.”
“I can always leave if you want me to.”
“No, don’t.” It embarrassed her, how easily it had been to say that but she didn’t really want to be left alone again.
“Sounds like someone needs to get their ass fucked.”
“Would you knock it off about the ass.”
“It’s why we’re here.”
“Can’t you ... can’t you do something else.” God, she couldn’t believe she was saying that. What she was really saying was fuck me anywhere else, just don’t fuck me in the ass.
“Sorry,” Lloyd said. “That’s non-negotiable but I do have something I think will make it easier.”
“What?” Lindsay asked with a pout.
She forgot about her promise not to squeal when the man squeezed drooled oil all over her ass but there was something more. It wasn’t just that she forgot not to squeal but it was also that she kind of liked it.
No, Lindsay told herself. No. That just wasn’t right.
But it was right and her ass was starting to tingle all over again as the man rubbed the oil into her cheeks.
“You like this, don’t you?”
The answer was supposed to be no but there was just something about the way her ass felt.
“You like this,” the man said again.
What the hell was she thinking. It didn’t matter if it felt good or not. He just couldn’t do stuff like this to her. “No,” she spat ow. “No. I don’t like it.”
“No,” Lloyd asked even as he slipped his fingers between her cheeks. “It certainly seems to me like you like it.”
Lindsay couldn’t help but moan as she felt those fingers press up against the tightest of her tight, little holes. She wasn’t supposed to like this ... but she did.
“What about it? Do you want me to slip my fingers inside you?”
What the hell was wrong with her? She did want it, but she couldn’t want it.
“Well?”
“N-n-no,” she whimpered.
“No? Pity.”
“Pity?”
“Why yes, of course. You know what I said. I wasn’t going to do anything unless you begged me. You had your chance but you blew it.”
She’d blown it? But ... but ...
But what? She’d blown it.
But she wasn’t supposed to ...
But that oil felt so good on her ass.
And he was still rubbing her ass.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to have my fingers inside you?”
No, she told herself. No.
“Well?”
“I’d love to have your fingers in my ass.”
Oh God. Why had she just said that, Lindsay asked herself. She wasn’t supposed to want that. It was just that ...
It was just that the thought of getting something in her ass was so hot.
No, it wasn’t.
Oh geez. Yes, it was.
“You can feel where my fingers are, can’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
Oh God. She knew what he wanted her to say. She shouldn’t say it but those fingers were right there and they were rubbing up against her ass hole. Not quite inside her but almost there and all she had to say was ...
No, she couldn’t.
Oh God yes. She wanted to. She wanted to so bod. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck with those fingers.”
“What do you want me to fuck with those fingers.”
She shouldn’t, she told herself. She shouldn’t say it and yet ...
And yet the words just came rolling out of her mouth. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me in the ass.”
And in the next moment, Lloyd was sliding his oil-soaked finger into Lindsay’s tight, little butt.
“How’s that feel?” the man asked.
She shouldn’t like this, Lindsay told herself. It was the man and his oil. He’d made her do it. She shouldn’t like this, and yet she did.
“How’s that feel?” the man asked again.
“It feels good.”
“It does, doesn’t it? It feels good to have a finger in your butt.”
Lindsay didn’t even bother to try and argue with herself. She just went with what she was feeling. “Yeah,” she said.
“Yeah what?”
“Yeah it feels good to have a finger in my butt.”
“Very good, Lindsay, but if one finger is better, wouldn’t two be better?”
What?! Oh my God. “I’d love two,” she said.
“You’d love two what?”
“I’d love to have another finger in my butt.”
“If that’s what you want, then you’re going to have to beg for it.”
The words slid out of her mouth without Lindsay even realizing what she was saying. “I want you to fuck my butt,” she said. “Please put another finger in my butt.”
Oh my God, Lindsay thought. She couldn’t believe she’d just said what she’d said and yet even as she thought that, she could feel the man pressing another finger up against her butt.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“You asked for it.”
“I know. That’s why I can’t believe it.”
“And just think, it’s going to get even better when you get my cock inside there.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
And that was the problem. She had heard him and there was part of her that wanted exactly that. There was part of her that wanted him to keep right on going and then there was the rest of her that was reminding herself that she was still tied up and that it was Lloyd that had been the one who’d tied her up.
“Well?”
But damn it. She liked it. She’d never thought she’d like it before but she liked having something in her butt and the more she had something in her butt, the more she wanted.
“Well?”
“Can’t we just do it with the fingers?”
“No cock?”
“Nuh uh.”
“Fine. Then we’re done here,” and with that, the man pulled his fingers from her butt.
“What?!”
“You had to know where this was heading.”
She hadn’t thought about it before but now that he’d said it, she knew he was right. She had to know where this was going. But damn it, fingers were one thing. The cock was another.
“Well?”
“Can’t we just do the fingers?”
“Oh no.”
“But—”
“Why don’t we just let you think about it?”
“What?”
Lloyd was already walking to the door. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he said and with that, he flipped off the light and he left the room closing the door behind him.
“Wait,” Lindsay cried out. “Wait. I’ll do it. Come back please. I’ll do it.”
But Lloyd didn’t come back and Lindsay was embarrassed at what she’d just done and there was something else as well. The lotion or oil or whatever it was was still on her ass and was in her as well and the oil just wasn’t tingling. It was making her hot. It was making her want ...
No. No, not that.
The problem was that the thought was right there. She knew what she wanted and now that she knew what she wanted, she couldn’t help thinking about it. She couldn’t help thinking about that cock between her cheeks. Oh fuck. That was so hot. That was so hot having a cock fuck her there.
Why had she been so reluctant before. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to get fucked in her ass. She just wished Lloyd would come back so she could tell him so.
But Lloyd wasn’t coming back and that meant that all Lindsay could do was wait in the dark and think about how good it would be to get fucked in the ass.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally came open and the lights came back on. “How we doin’ in here?” Lloyd asked.
“Can you fuck me in the ass?”
“What’s that? I’m not sure I caught that.”
“Can you fuck me in the ass,” Lindsay begged. “Please. I need it so bad.”
“You mean you want me to finger you again?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I want you to fuck me with your cock.”
“Now, Lindsay. I think you’ve made your position quite clear on this. I think we both know what you want and what you don’t want.”
“No,” Lindsay cried out and as much as she could, she tried to shake her body to get the man’s attention. She knew what she’d said before but that wasn’t what she wanted now. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Well, if that’s what you want ...”
Oh my God, the girl thought. His cock was right there and then he was pressing it between her cheeks.
Oh my God. He was entering her. Oh my God. He was actually fucking her ass.
“What do you want again?” the man coaxed her.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“Come on. You can do better than that. I want to hear you beg.”
Oh my God. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. “I want you to fuck me in the ass, please.”
Lindsay couldn’t help but gasp because even as she said the word ‘please’, Lloyd pushed his cock even deeper between her cheeks.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it please.”
Again, Lloyd pushed his cock even deeper.
Oh my God. Oh my God. This was so good. She loved getting fucked in the ass. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me please.”
“I told you you were going to beg.”
“Fuck yeah,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Oh my God. Fuck me harder.”
“I’m going to cum.”
Oh my God, Lindsay thought. Oh my God. “I want you to do it. Come for me. I want you to cum in my ass.”
“Okay. Here it comes.”
Lindsay couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man cum. Oh my God. Oh my God, it felt so fucking good.
“Do you like that?” Lloyd asked.
“I love it,” Lindsay moaned.
“Do you want to do it again?”
She did, she realized. She couldn’t help herself. She knew he’d taken advantage of her but that didn’t make her feelings any less real. She did want him to do it again.
“Well. Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes. I want you to do it again.”
“Then you need to beg.”
“I need you to fuck me in the ass. Fuck me please.”
Lloyd smiled. “But of course,” he said. “You know me. I’m all about giving pretty girls what they want and that’s when Linsay gasped as she felt the man’s cock between her legs. “Fuck me,” the girl begged. “Fuck me in the ass.”