Albie brings me to the bed, pausing for a moment to look at me. All of his muscles are tensed, coiled like a wild animal. For the first time I can see a feral undertone, a fierce quality that all of his breeding can’t quite cover up. “Spread your legs for me,” he says, running his hand along the length of his cock as he watches me.
I spread my legs for him. I’m acutely aware of how wet I am for him, how completely and utterly needy.
My weight against the bed pushes the plug into my ass, and I know that I’m relaxed and ready for him there too. I run my palm over my stomach, sliding my fingers between my legs to touch my swollen clit.
“I need to taste you.” Albie speaks the words, laced with hunger, before putting his mouth between my legs to eat me greedily. This time, he doesn’t lick me slowly, exploring me with his tongue the way he’s done before. This time, he fucks me with his tongue, thrusting inside me as his hands grip my thighs and pull my hips up to meet his mouth.
When his hands slide around my ass cheeks, he warns me to relax, removing the plug slowly as he focuses on my clit. But I’m so distracted by his tongue, so heady from the nearness of my orgasm, I hardly notice as he pulls the plug from me.
Then it’s gone, and I’m only aware of emptiness. And I want to be filled up, more than anything else in the world right now. “I want you…there,” I whisper, unable to articulate the words.
“You’re sure,” he says, the question in his voice.
“I’m sure.”
“Say it.” He doesn’t wait for me to say it, though. He reaches for a bottle of lubricant.
“I want you to fuck me…there,” I say. “I want to feel your cock.”
“You want me to claim your ass,” he says, turning me over. His hands travel over my rear, followed by his lips, as he kisses and caresses his way across my cheeks.
“Yes.” I choke out the word. “I want you to claim me.”
I’ve never wanted to be claimed by anyone before. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone. The very idea is ridiculous. Antiquated.
Except I want him to claim me.
I’m asking him to claim me, to mark me as his own, to take me in every way possible.
A pang of shame rushes through me, but it’s instantly obscured by the overwhelming feeling of lust for this man.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, not waiting before reaching between them to slide his fingers into my slick pussy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love your wetness. I love your pussy.”
“I’ve never…done this,” I whisper.
“I know, Belle,” he says, slipping his fingers from me. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Am I sure?
More sure than I’ve been of anything else.
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself,” he says. I slide my fingers between my legs, pressing them to my clit as he rolls a condom over his length, then coats his cock with lube. “I took out the piercing this time.”
This time.
Will he fuck me in the ass with the piercing next time?
Every sensation is heightened already, because I’m so close to the edge. When he presses the head of his cock against my tight hole, the shock of pain that ricochets through my body amplifies my pleasure. He pauses, his hands on my ass cheeks. “Are you sure, Belle?”
“Yes.” I choke out the word as he begins to work his way into my ass, his movement excruciatingly slow. He pauses, letting me adjust to the pressure and I rub my clit harder. The pleasure balances out the discomfort I’m feeling.
“Belle,” he groans, pushing further inside. “This tight little virgin ass is mine. You are mine.”
“I’m yours.” I gasp when he moves again, white-hot pain searing through me.
“Reach further down, Belle,” he orders, his voice strained. “Slide your fingers into your pussy.”
Mutely I obey, fingering myself with my palm pressed against my clit, moaning as the pleasure obscures the pain. The sensations are overwhelming, but I feel myself relaxing as Albie fills me up completely. When he’s finally inside, his balls tight against my ass cheeks, he stays there, unmoving, as I adjust to the sensation.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “You feel so fucking amazing, Belle.” He sweeps my hair over my back, applying kisses to my neck.
My eyes are watery, stinging with tears, yet I’m on the edge of orgasm, pushed close by the exquisite sensation of being completely full. “Yes,” I groan. “Please. More.”
I’m hardly coherent as he begins to move inside my ass, slowly, each movement sending a stinging pain through my body. He runs a hand over my breast, taking my nipple between his fingers and squeezing it until I’m racked with pleasure. He moves slowly for what seems like forever, until there’s no more pain, only pleasure rippling through my body. “All of you is mine, Belle,” he says.