Chapter 15: The Garden Education
The numbness from the day before had ossified into something colder, harder. Kelly moved through her morning routine with a detached efficiency, making coffee, watering the plants on the patio, all while the plug sat heavily inside her, a constant, vulgar reminder.She had obeyed. She’d kept it in all evening, even through dinner with Ben, shifting in her chair as it pressed against her inner walls with every bite. He’d asked if she was okay, and she’d smiled her ceramic smile and said it was just a slight cramp.
Now, she stood in the backyard. The sun was higher, hotter than yesterday, baking the flagstones until they radiated heat up through the thin soles of her sandals.She wore the white sundress as instructed. It was innocent, girlish, the cotton soft against her skin. The jeweled base of the plug created a small, tell-tale distortion in the fabric at the small of her back. She felt exposed, even in the empty, fenced-in yard.At eleven, the sliding door hissed open. He didn’t knock anymore. He simply entered her space, his presence an immediate drop in atmospheric pressure.Jack stepped out onto the patio, squinting slightly against the sun. He wore khakis and a polo shirt, the picture of suburban dadliness. His eyes swept over her, from her loose honey-blonde hair to her bare legs, and settled on the faint outline beneath her dress.
“Out here today,” he said, his voice flat, a statement, not a suggestion.
He came to stand before her, so close she could smell his aftershave, something sharp and clean that clashed with the lush scent of overgrown lavender. His hand rose, not to touch her, but to gently trace the air where the distortion in the fabric was. A shiver, unwanted and electric, ran through her.“On your knees,” he said.
The stone was warm, almost uncomfortably so, through the thin cotton of her dress. She looked up at him, the sun haloing his graying head.He unzipped his trousers, freed his cock, already thick and full. He gripped himself, gave a few slow pumps, and then presented the flushed head to her lips.
“Open.”
She did. The first touch was always a shock, the warm, smooth skin against her mouth.She took him in, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft. The taste of him, a faint saltiness, filled her senses. She began to move, bobbing her head, establishing a rhythm. The plug shifted inside her with each forward lean, a deep, internal nudge that sparked a low fire in her belly.A soft moan vibrated in her throat.
“That’s it,” Jack murmured, looking down, his face cast in shadow. “Suck it.Good girl.”
His praise, filthy and transactional, twisted in her gut. She worked harder, taking him deeper, letting her saliva slick his length. Her own cunt was wet, a slick, shameful heat pooling between her legs. She was close, so easily close now, just from this.Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk.
He must have felt the change in her breathing, the desperate tension in her jaw. Just as she teetered on the edge, expecting his hand to fist in her hair and hold her for his release, he pulled back.
“Up.”
The command was abrupt.Dazed, she struggled to her feet, her knees protesting. Before she could process it, he spun her around, bent her at the waist, and pressed her torso down onto the wrought-iron patio table.The metal was searing hot against her bare forearms. She gasped.
He gathered the hem of her sundress and pushed it up around her waist, exposing her completely to the backyard, to the sky.The cool air hit her wetness. She felt him look at her, at the jewel winking between her cheeks, at her slick, parted cunt.His hand came down, not a caress, but a possessive grip on her hip. Then she felt the blunt, hot pressure of his cockhead, not at her ass, but at her entrance. With no preamble, he pushed forward, burying himself in her pussy in one deep, splitting thrust.
“Oh, God!” The cry was torn from her, part pain, part shocking relief.He filled her utterly, a sudden, stretching completeness. He didn’t wait, didn’t give her a second to adjust. He pulled back and slammed home, setting a hard, driving pace immediately.The iron table scraped against the flagstones with each impact.
Her first orgasm was a violent surprise, detonating inside her only moments after he’d entered. It wracked her, a sharp, convulsive wave that made her fingers claw at the hot metal. She sobbed, her body tightening around him.
“Fucking already,” he grunted, his rhythm never faltering. “You’re a goddamn faucet.”
He fucked her through it, his hips pounding against her ass, the sound wet and loud in the quiet noon. The overstimulation was agony and ecstasy. A second peak began to build almost instantly, coiling tighter, higher.She was babbling, meaningless pleas and curses mingling on her lips.
Just as that second wave was about to break, he stopped.Pulled out. The sudden emptiness was a void. Before the protest could even form in her mind, she felt his fingers close around the jeweled base of the plug.He yanked.
The pop was obscenely loud in the stillness.A gasp of air, of release, rushed out of her. It lasted a fraction of a second.
Then the hot, insistent pressure was back, now at that newly emptied, clenching ring of muscle. The head of his cock, slick with her juices, pressed against her asshole.“Breathe out, Kelly.”
She exhaled a shattered breath.He pushed.
The penetration was slower than yesterday, more deliberate, but no less devastating. He worked the thick head past her tight resistance, an inexorable, burning stretch. She screamed, the sound muffled against her arm. He paused, buried just an inch inside that impossible heat, letting her feel the full, shocking intrusion.
Then he pushed the rest of the way, a smooth, brutal slide until his hips met her ass.She was impaled, speared, utterly filled. The sensation was beyond pain, beyond pleasure, a white-hot branding in her core.
“My ass,” he growled, his voice thick with strain.He began to move, short, deep strokes that stirred fire in her gut. “This is mine now.Say it.”
She couldn’t speak.He thrust harder.
“Say it!”
“Yours!” she wailed. “It’s yours!”
Her third orgasm hit like a seizure. It had no peak, just a continuous, rolling explosion that shook her from the inside out. Her rectal muscles clamped and fluttered wildly around his invading length, a frantic, involuntary milking. She was dimly aware of her own voice, a continuous, high-pitched keen.The violent clenching of her ass around his cock tipped him over. With a final, deep grind, he buried himself and came. She felt the hot, urgent pulses deep inside her rectum, a flooding claim.He held there, panting, as his release filled her.
When he pulled out, the sound was a wet, hollow sigh. She stayed crumpled over the table, her dress rucked up, her body trembling. She felt his cum begin a slow, warm leak down the inside of her thigh.A shadow fell over her.She opened her eyes. He was standing beside the table, his cock still out, glistening with a mixture of her slickness and his own semen, now pearly and translucent in the sun.
“Clean me off,” he said, his voice back to its casual, almost conversational tone.Pushing through the haze, she pushed herself upright. Her legs threatened to buckle. She turned, faced him, and sank to her knees once more on the hot stone.She didn’t look up at his face. She leaned forward and took his softened, messy cock into her mouth.
The taste was complex, salty and bitter, the unmistakable flavor of her own submission. She licked him clean with a slow, thorough pass of her tongue, tracing the vein, swiping around the head, sucking gently to draw the last drops from his slit. She took him deep, ensuring every trace was gone, then released him with a soft pop.
She sat back on her heels, looking up, her lips slick. He tucked himself away, zipped his trousers, and smoothed his polo shirt. He looked down at her, a stray strand of her hair stuck to her damp cheek, her dress still disheveled, her eyes wide and vacant.
He reached out and gently, almost tenderly, brushed the hair from her face.His fingers trailed down her cheek.
“Good girl,” he said.He turned and walked back into the house. She heard the faint sound of the sliding door closing.A minute later, the front door clicked shut.
Kelly didn’t move.The sun beat down on her shoulders. A bee droned past, heading for the lavender.In the distance, a lawnmower started up. From the other side of the fence, she heard a neighbor’s voice, then the splash of a hose filling a kiddie pool. Normal life, continuing.She slowly got to her feet, her body feeling used and heavy. She smoothed her dress down. As she turned to go inside, her eye caught a flicker of movement at an upstairs window of the house behind theirs.A curtain, falling back into place.
Someone had been watching. The cold in her chest, the numb hollow, suddenly crystallized into a sharp, clear shard of ice.She stood frozen for a second, staring at the now-blank window. Then, with a force that surprised her, she pulled the sliding door open and stepped back into the dim, cool house, shutting the world out.