“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, please, oh god, please—”
He spanked me hard and I cried out.
“No begging, kitten,” he said. “I’ll do what I want to, when I want to, and nothing you say can stop it.”
I choked out a sound of assent. His hand came back. Hot. Teasing. His fingers slid around the outside of my slick flesh, then probed in lightly.
More. Oh god, I needed more. I needed it now.
“Mmmmm,” I said. I rocked back, trying to get him to put his fingers in farther. Again he spanked me. I cried out. This was agony, all of it, wanting him and hating him and needing him.
He thrust two fingers in up to his knuckle, and although it was not enough it was better than before. I bit down on the sheet in front of me and tried not to make any noise as he slid his fingers in and out. The rhythm was slow, his long hard fingers pressing, probing me.
Then I felt something else. His thumb, pressing at my asshole. I froze.
“Ah, kitten,” he said. “Something that scares you?”
I breathed fast, trying not to move at all. I’d never done anything like this before, and it scared me, maybe more than anything else he’d done. His thumb circled the sensitive puckered flesh, making me clench. His two fingers continued their rhythm again, plunging deep into my slit. Sliding out. All the while his thumb circling, circling wet and slick around the place I’d never thought could feel good.
And it did feel good. His thumb massaged me, kneaded me, grazing over my opening and then pressing down on the muscled ring around it. When he finally pushed down with his thumb and entered me, though, I cried out, my body tensing around him. The aching pressure inside of me leapt to a new edge of desire. This was a sensation I’d never felt, and it sent thrills of pain and pleasure through me.
He left his thumb inside me, his fingers still working themselves in and out of my slick folds. I tightened and relaxed in alternating spasms, until my body relaxed around him, accepting him. Then he began to push again, his thumb penetrating me. He rolled the pad of his thumb around the inside of my pucker, slicking me with my own juices.
I groaned, feeling the pressure inside me build. There was something wrong with me that I liked this so much - the unfamiliar burn between my ass cheeks, the lightning sparking its way along my nerves as he thrust his fingers inside. I began to rock backwards, wanting more. I met his thrusting fingers, his probing thumb, and pushed him to go farther.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, the noise buried in the sheets. His other hand spanked me, but it only made me rock back harder, wanting to feel the punishment with every nerve.
I was so close—so close to the edge. I could feel the rumble of an orgasm beginning to find its purchase inside of me. I jerked my hips back, needing him to penetrate harder, deeper. Needing him—
Just then, he pulled away. I cried out in shock as my orgasm slipped away from me. My hips gyrated in the air, searching for the lost pressure, but searching in vain.
I twisted my neck to look back at him standing up at the edge of the bed. He wiped his hand on his pants, then unzipped.
His cock was huge, stiff and ready. I gasped, my mouth wet. All I wanted was for him to take me. I couldn’t stand waiting another moment. He smiled.
“Tell me you want me, kitten. Tell me you want me to take you.”
“I want you,” I said, my voice shaky. “Gav, I want you so badly—”
Naked, he grabbed my legs, flipped me on my back. I squealed as he spread my thighs with his strong hands, then pinned my arms back like before. His cock slid over my swollen and slick folds, not penetrating, just hinting at what was to come.
“You destroy me,” he whispered. His face looked so sincere that for a moment I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. He bent over me, the head of his cock probing at my entrance, then retreating. He reached for the bedside drawer and I heard the crinkle of a wrapper fall to the bed. I whimpered for him, lifting my hips in ready anticipation.
He filled me with one violent thrust. His eyes widened as he plunged into me, and I don’t know what I looked like but I was screaming, screaming, already falling over the edge into an orgasm that shook my body to pieces.
He rocked back, then forward, rolling his hips deeper into my flesh. I felt my body stretch for him, clenching around him even as the climax shivered me. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted every bit of him. He was a monster, yes, he was a villain, he was evil, and yet right then I needed him to take me, to own me. I wanted him to give me back my desires.
Sweat beaded on his lip as he plunged into me again and again, rolling his hips against mine. And I hadn’t yet recovered from my first orgasm when I felt my body responding again with need, aching for another release that only he could give me.