Instead he muttered, “Getting there, baby girl. But let’s see what you think of this.”
His fingers pulled free of my clutching sheath, and I did protest then. “Oh no, Sir, please don’t stop.”
“Hush, Brandilynn.” His voice was velvet over steel, and despite my desperation, I clamped my lips together.
They flew apart again in a gasp as one of his honey-slippery fingers circled my anus. The sensitive flesh contracted with pleasure as he teased the puckered rosette.
“Still no safeword,” Dan murmured, his voice pleased. His finger settled at the tight entrance, and he gently pressed in.
I closed my eyes in pleasure as he breached the taboo orifice. For me, a submissive who wants to be possessed completely by her lover, no greater surrender existed than giving over this particular body part. The delight that comes from such penetration is deeper, more satisfying in some respects than vaginal sex can be. I know for some women anal play is only painful, a man’s kink to be endured if allowed at all. For me the pleasure is every bit as knee-unhinging as a G-spot orgasm.
Dan probed carefully, stretching the delicate tissue slowly, inserting more fingers as my body allowed. His thumb flicked my clit from time to time, bringing bright flashes of pure sensation over the deeper thrall of exploring my back passage. I shivered, clenching my ankles harder than ever as he drove me right to the edge of rapture.
When his fingers withdrew again, I squeal-snarled at him. He chuckled. “Getting a bit bratty, aren’t you, girl? I thought you were supposed to be respectful.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” I whined. “I can only take so much.”
“Then let me soothe you,” he whispered, sliding up to crouch over me. His turgid flesh prodded my softer bits, and I jerked my hips towards him with eagerness.
“Damn, Brandilynn,” he said, sinking into me with a deep groan.
I barely registered the profanity as he pressed deep, filling my hungry channel. I yielded easily to him despite his length and girth and sighed with contentment as our bodies melded. My nipples were hard as they scraped against the crinkly scatter of hair on his chest. If sheer masculinity can be sweet, then Dan was the yummiest piece of candy I’d ever tasted.
He moved with decisive precision, his strokes sure with confidence. Right away I hovered on that luscious edge again, eager to dive into the drowning waters of bliss.
Dan’s assured poise titillated every bit as much as the masterful way he plunged in and out of my body. I’d never been so ready to climax so soon after penetration. I keened with pleasure and fought to keep from falling over into sweetly beckoning orgasm.
“Tell me how it feels, baby girl,” he encouraged.
“So strong,” I cooed. “I want to come already, and it’s killing me not to.”
“Keep talking. I want to hear you tell me how I feel inside you.”
I groaned. “You’re bumping up against my cervix. It’s intense, like electrical shocks traveling up and down my body. Your body against mine … powerful. Even if I said no, you could take what you want from me. I have no defense that could stop you.”
“That excites you.”
I groaned in response. Telling him how vulnerable he made me feel was heady stuff. The first involuntary spasm licked through my belly. I shuddered and tried to fend off the encroaching bliss.
“Tell me more.”
I sobbed breaths, fighting the need to succumb to what his body, his commands were doing to me. “Thick … making me full. Driving in and out. Taking your pleasure. Please … Sir.”
“Do you want my permission to come, baby girl?”
I was losing the fight to deny my body. Another slow, hard convulsion clenched my insides. Oh heaven help me.
“Ask for permission, Brandilynn.”
“Please, Sir. May I come?”
His hand reached between us. “Yes, you may.” He pinched my clit hard, and I took off in a rocket blast of sensation. Pulses shot me up and over sight and sound, blinding and deafening me so that all I knew was the shattering crescendo of bliss. How long I remained suspended that way I don’t know; it felt as if an eternity, it felt as if a brief nanosecond. The orgasm took me beyond any grasp of time and space.
When I set back down, Dan still crouched over me, his eyes wide and his breath coming in quick pants. He was breathing? “Did I really do that to you?” he asked.
“Most definitely. But you didn’t—?”
“Not yet. If I wasn’t already dead, holding off might have killed me.” He pulled free, sitting back on his knees. “Roll over, baby girl.”
Shaky and weak, I nevertheless obeyed him. He gripped my hips, putting me up on my knees. I moaned to feel his eager flesh pressing on the tight rosette of my rear. Everything about me softened in nervous, needy anticipation. I’d never had a man as thick as Dan that way.