Ten days of this touching, hugging and kissing had elapsed since the piercings. He still insisted that they not engage in sex for fear of damaging her labia piercings. Late on the tenth evening, unable to withstand her mounting sexual tension any longer, Claire carefully rolled onto her stomach, propped up on her elbows to protect her still-tender nipples, and suggested an alternative.

  “I know you’re trying not to hurt me, but your kissing and petting and just seeing in the mirror what you’ve done to me – hell, just the thought of what you’ve done to me - are making me unbearably horny. Is there any reason you can’t take me from behind?”

  Her words surprised and pleased him. In his experience, only the man, never the woman, suggested the back door. Her sexual needs were growing. But there was a problem.

  “Claire, you know that I’m rather … ah … substantial. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Oh? Do you think these piercings were a walk on the beach?”

  “No, I do not. However, I think if we’re going to do this, that we need to make you ready to receive me there.”

  “How long will that take?” She thought she could hold off for an hour or two.

  “I suppose, two or three days …”

  “What?! I can’t wait that long …! Really … I need this.”

  “Then let’s start to get you ready, and I’ll try to carefully relieve you in the meantime. If I were slimmer, a little foreplay and one-time, butt-plug stretching might work, but I think we’re going to need two or three stages.”

  She felt that she was being put off. “No. Let’s …”

  “Claire, trust me on this. We can begin your preparations right now. Roll onto your back.”

  Skeptical and impatient, she decided to go along with him for a little while. He retrieved a small, plastic-wrapped box from a dresser drawer. She couldn’t see what it was, only that it had never been opened. He unwrapped the box and set it next to himself on the bed.

  He placed some K-Y jelly on his fingertip. He had her pull her knees up to her ample chest and began to massage the lubricant around and carefully within her anus. The sensation, a first for her, was strange and uncomfortable; she tensed involuntarily.

  “Relax, Claire. This will go much easier and faster if you can overcome your urge to tighten. Now, you’ll feel my finger enter you.”

  She felt the invasion. She fought the urge to push against its occupation of her. He pushed it in further. An “Oh,” escaped her lips. He pulled back and then returned, inserting two gel-covered fingers. He murmured soothing words to her as he moved the fingers in and out, until he finally felt her relax some.

  Claire was far from comfortable, but was determined to make this work. She finally felt his fingers withdraw. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him remove a tapered plug from the box. It was rounded at the half-inch-diameter tip, and enlarged to a four-inch-long cone, about an inch and a quarter wide at the bottom, where it then sharply tapered back to about half an inch in diameter. It ended at a narrow, oval base. She’d never worn one before; it was to be her first butt plug.

  Elliot covered it with K-Y. “Now you must truly relax as I insert this. I will do it very slowly, to pry you open. It may be slightly painful as it stretches you. It is a little longer than the usual first plug, but will get you accustomed to being invaded there more quickly. Once it’s fully within you, you’ll feel it being seated in your rectum and your anus will close around the narrow section just above the base. That will hold it in place. You probably won’t be able to expel it by just pushing. We’ll see.”

  Her heart was hammering. She forced herself to breathe evenly. She felt the tip against her rear opening, and the soft, rubbery device began to move into her. The feeling was disquieting and supremely erotic at the same time.

  He turned it slightly back and forth as he pushed it in a little, then let it slide back out, then pushed it in further. It entered her deeper and deeper over several minutes. At about half-way, she began to feel herself stretched beyond the comfort point and moaned. He kept on in the same fashion, gradually stretching her. Near the end, he turned it and pushed it despite her protests and Claire suddenly felt it sucked within her and felt relief from the discomfort as her opening closed around the smaller section above the base. The oval base fit comfortably between her cheeks.

  She felt filled. Spasming, she was unable to stop her body from involuntarily pushing to try to expel it. The effort failed and the device stayed in place. She felt uncomfortably full back there. He admonished her to continue to relax.

  Elliot gently placed her legs back on the bed, spread apart. Then he carefully parted her pierced inner lips and bent his head to minister to her need. His tongue flicked around her wet clitoris with a gossamer touch. This time Claire’s moans were of great pleasure, a pleasure accentuated by the plug that he’d placed in her. She reached down to stretch the skin above her slit, the better to pull back her hood and expose her clit to him. His tongue toyed with the nexus of her arousal. Ripples, then waves of pure pleasure radiated from there to consume her body, meeting undulations of erotic sensation emanating from the intruder in her bottom.

  Higher and higher her passion and pleasure climbed. Her hands moved up to touch the rings driven through her firmly erect nipples. Fortunately, they weren’t very sore because she couldn’t resist tugging on them. She wanted to feel the way her flesh bound them, how they were an unavoidable part of her, how changed her body was now that he’d put them there. The feeling and the thoughts and his ministrations drove her into a mind-numbing series of orgasms that shook her repeatedly for several minutes.

  Finally, exhausted and supremely satisfied. She lay back on the soaking pillows, her short, ebony hair drenched, and her breath still coming in loud gasps.

  A few minutes later, her mind slowly began to function again. She became acutely aware of the swelling within her. “Take it out of me now, please.”

  “No Claire. It will stay in to help prepare you for me. Tomorrow, I’ll replace it with a larger one, then a larger one still the next day. Then, the third day, you’ll be ready. And when we’re done, the largest one will go back in there to keep you prepared. You can remove it when necessary, but I want you to put it back immediately afterward.”

  “It’s very uncomfortable.”

  “I promise that you will get used to it in short order. It’s best to stop thinking about it, because it’s going to stay there.”

  She knew he meant it. And if he wanted it there, then so did she. But could she even walk with the invader? She got up to try. It felt very strange, but she could do it. They went into the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack, and keep her mind occupied with something else.

  * * * * *

  Claire slowly awoke from a night of tossing and turning caused by her uncomfortable intruder. She was pretty much convinced that this wasn’t worth it, and that she should just wait until she was all healed down below. Then she remembered the oral sex from yesterday and the way her passion and pleasure were enhanced by her guest.

  Admit it, Claire, she said to herself. You’ve become such a horny creature that you’d do just about anything for a sexual thrill.

  It was true.

  Walking around the chalet, she discovered that her discomfort diminished as the day went on, and as she thought less about the plug. After an evening movie, he took her into the bedroom. “Time for a refit, my Dear.”

  “Oh-oh,” she laughed. “Just when I got used to having company, I find that the house is going to get even fuller.”

  “Yep.”

  Half an hour later, she thought she might explode from the force of the larger device within her. His mouth brought her to ecstasy again, and she felt a little more comfortable. Nevertheless, she prepared herself for another long night. As it turned out, she was so tired that she slept rather soundly.

  That next evening, she tried to convince him that she was ready and didn’t need the next larger device. She’d become increasingly comfortable during the afternoon. Now, although she could feel the intruder whenever she thought about it, it no longer bothered her.

  Unfortunately, he wouldn’t buy it. Elliot only needed to gesture at his huge erection to prove his point. Once again, Claire found herself visited by an even larger house guest. His attention to her needs, however, made it all worthwhile.

  It was late the following afternoon. The chalet was already dark because of a storm raging outside. Thunder shook the rafters; occasional lightening briefly brightened the windows.

  Claire was sitting on the great-room couch when he walked back in from the kitchen. He was only wearing his boxers. He looked so good that Claire knew she absolutely must have him.

  “Elliot, I need you in me - tightly in me - and I need it now. It’s time to take me from behind, please. I can’t stand to wait any longer. My door is fully open and there’s K-Y Jelly on the nightstand in the bedroom.”

  Smiling from ear-to-ear, in contrast to her serious expression of overwhelming need, he picked her up from the couch and deposited her on the mink comforter in the bedroom.

  He began to kiss her sensuous lips, his tongue contending with hers as she invaded his mouth and he followed with his tongue probing hers. Her full lips presented an ideal surface for the pleasure of his own mouth. His fingers raked through her short, shiny-black hair as he lifted her head, the better to consume her mouth.

  Once again, Claire felt the tightly focused attention she received every time Elliot kissed her. He must be some kind of superman to be able to put that much energy into a simple kiss, she thought. Then she remembered that she’d never had a simple kiss from him. Every one was something unique, utterly consuming, and profoundly hers. She felt her head spin and the surreal feeling flow all the way to her toes.

  His hands gripped her hair and he had to restrain himself to avoid hurting her. He thought the short, black locks were an incredible turn-on. The woman must be a witch – everything she did was astonishingly erotic to him. He was sure he could be aroused enough to cum by just looking at her, or recalling any erotic thing she’d done with him – and there were dozens of those.

  One hand slid along her smooth waist and over to the colossal diamond intimately imbedded and held tightly in her navel. She has so many piercings now, he realized, and each one of them is a source of arousal for me. This astonishingly attractive woman has allowed me to transform her into a creature of immense sexual magnetism.

  Elliot’s fingers traced around the gold balls that trapped the top of the fixture holding the large diamond in place. They lingered over the diamond and the chain that extended from the lower ring. He tugged lightly on the chain. He heard her, “Mmm …” as she felt the pull. The area was well-healed, so he pulled harder on the chain and sensed her involuntarily lift her mound up to him in invitation. This actually turns her on too, he thought.

  His fingers carefully probed the top of her slit and the waiting nub below. Her motion of invitation repeated again and again and became more urgent. He kissed her awkwardly but thoroughly, propped on one elbow to avoid her tender nipples, continuing to attend to her clit. Finally, unable to wait another second, she ended the kiss and rolled over onto elbows and knees, her bottom presented to him.

  He was hard and so aroused himself that he couldn’t have possibly resisted. He hadn’t originally thought about anal sex with her and had been genuinely surprised that she’d suggested it the other day. Now she was ready and so was he.

  He removed the device filling her. He reached for the tube on the nightstand and began to massage the smooth jelly onto her sex-prepared anus, reaching into her with his finger, probing, lubricating. He covered his engorged shaft with the lubricant and slowly, ever so slowly, as gently as possible, he entered her, further enlarging the tight orifice. She was well-prepared, now used to encroachment there, and she was easily relaxed, letting him in as he knelt behind her. She moaned with pleasure as he filled her.

  His left hand gingerly probed her groin, his fingers carefully slipping between the rings and into her. He massaged the wall of vaginal flesh that lay between his fingers and his penis, deep within her. Her ready and willing body accepted him and she moaned with pleasure as he moved languidly in and out.

  She pressed back into him and then away in counterpoint to his strokes. Her evident need caused him to quicken his motion. He could hear her rapid, heavy breathing and the little sounds of pleasure at this new experience for her.

  The probing through both entry points brought her to a profound climax which began in the flesh between her vagina and rectum and spread like an earthquake throughout her groin, down to her legs and up to the jewel in her navel.

  Elliot paused, deep within her tightness. The muscles in her rectum flexed repeatedly, inviting him to continue as she urged him breathlessly, “Don’t stop. Fuck me there. Keep fucking me there. Fill me and possess me!”

  He quickened the pace again. His fingers moved out to circle her clit, then lightly massage it. As she began to buck against him and her movements became more urgent, his fingers slid along the rings in her lips, and then into her again. Claire was awash in repeating orgasms when he burst within her, his hot seed forced into new places. She gasped in shock and pleasure as she felt a previously-unknown explosion of sensation when the cum flooded into her nether receptacle in recurrent pulses.

  Afterwards, further stretched, filled and wildly satisfied, she asked him to keep her back door enlarged and ready. He inserted an even larger plug into her, which she felt seat snuggly and easily, giving her a comfortable, now familiar feeling of fullness. She snuggled her naked body against him and rested her head on his shoulder. His outstretched arm drew her to him and she slept as soundly as she ever had.

  Similar sex continued through the next week. On her own initiative, she wore the intruder religiously to keep her prepared. Over those days, it actually became a satisfying, reassuring companion. She wasn’t at all sure that she’d put it aside, even when her intimate piercings were fully healed. She knew, at least, that she’d always return to it eventually. She found that she enjoyed sodomy too much to ever give it up for long. In truth, she wanted it to remain a regular part of their love-making.

  Late one morning at the end of that week, she was rising from slumber when she heard the phone in the next room warble in that peculiar European ring. Elliot refused to have a phone in the bedroom; he told her that, while there, he only wanted to be distracted by her, not by anyone else in the world.

  But he was already up and answered the call. She could immediately tell there was tension in his voice, some impatience with the person at the other end. She caught snippets of the conversation.

  “I thought they were in bed with the Cabrinis by now…”

  “Frankly, I’m too busy to mess with them. I’m not closing any deals right now. Have Ramón in the Philippines handle it.”

  There was a long pause, then he said, “How big?”

  “I’m still not interested. I’m busy with something far more important. In any event, I don’t have that kind of liquidity. It would take weeks to get it.”

  “I’m telling you, it’s not worth it to me. Besides, I gave them a chance once …”

  Another long pause followed, then, “You can’t be serious.”

  “Yes, we’re in the business of making things, creating wealth, not just moving money around. I trust you, Charles, but I think you’re crazy.”

  “What are the figures?”

  “Even if it’s one-fifth that, I don’t have a bankroll.”

  “Who, Luca?”

  “Oh …”

  After that, he shut the door and she could hear nothing else.

  He entered the bedroom a few minutes later. His expression was a blend of reluctant determination, excitement as though from a hunt, and quiet resignation.

  “What’s the matter?” Claire asked.

  “Something’s come up. A business opportunity I can’t walk away from.”

  “Sure you can,” she responded half-heartedly. His eyes told her his mind was made up. “You have plenty of money.”

  “Claire, there are other people who depend on me. I can’t let them down on this.”

  Overwhelming sadness gripped her as she suddenly saw an end to their glorious days away from the rest of the world. Tears filled her eyes and she swallowed hard to get control.

  “Is this the end of our holiday?” She asked shyly.

  “Of course not, Darling. I need to be gone about two weeks and then we can take up where we left off.”

  Relief swept over her but she wanted more. “Can I come along?”

  “No, Claire. This is something I need to concentrate on to make it work. Frankly, you’re far too distracting.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To an island in the Mediterranean and then off to the Far East. I’ll be back within two weeks.”

  “So I can just stay here?”

  “I wish you could but there’s a construction crew coming to do some shoring-up work to keep this chalet clinging to the mountainside. No one can be in here because there’s always the chance that something will let loose while they’re working and the whole thing would come tumbling down. We would have needed to leave for a bit even if this hadn’t come up. Of course, I was expecting we’d try Athens …”

  “Then where can I go?” The sadness still hung like a fog in the air, although it was tempered by the temporary nature of their separation.

  “You could go back to the US.”

  “No! There’s nothing for me there anymore.”

  “How about back to London, or even Paris …”

  “I don’t want to go to those places without you.”

  “Well, René is still cruising around the Med. You might be able to join him.”

  “Hmmm … I suppose Monique is still there?”

  “Probably, but that shouldn’t be a problem to you. Monique likes you. She told me several times. And she was sincere. She thought you were a great sport in the forfeit game. Besides, there may be a few things you can learn from her. Or was your question intended to find out if you could be alone with René?” The last was followed by his boyish grin.