My stomach sank. The nasty feeling of being duped entered my bones. “Where the fuck are you going?” I snarled, panicking as a lump formed in my throat as he bent down.
As he stood, he said, “To get these,” and jiggled another set of handcuffs in his hand.
“Thank shit for small miracles,” I whispered low enough so he wouldn’t hear. I turned forward, feeling the bed dip as he returned and hovered over my body.
“Give me your hand,” he said, holding out his with the handcuff in his grip.
I sighed, reaching out and willingly giving my hand to him. Butterflies filled my stomach as he restrained my right arm to the headboard. I lay there splayed out before him, for his enjoyment and use.
He pushed my hair to the side, biting down on my neck as he slid down my body. His hard shaft left a trail of tingles as he glided across my skin. I looked over my shoulder to see him kneeling between my legs.
“Mmm, so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as he squeezed my ass roughly, kneading it in his grip. “I want this.”
Closing my eyes tight, I said, “James.”
There was no fucking way his dick would go in my ass. No goddamn way. He was too fucking big for that to happen. I started to thrash as he spread apart my ass cheeks, rubbing his thumb over my opening. My body locked up, my ass clenching to stop the assault. I’d let him restrain me. I’d given up complete control.
“You’ll love it,” he replied as wetness filled my crack.
“Where did you—” I started to ask, but as his fingertip pushed inside, my mouth quickly shut.
Pain sliced through me for a moment and was replaced by a fullness I hadn’t anticipated. James had huge hands and, in turn, thick, long fingers.
“I’ll make it feel good,” he whispered, working his finger inside me as he began to stroke my pussy opening with his other hand.
I’d had anal sex before. I even enjoyed it, but something about James and his size scared the shit out of me. My palms began to sweat; the thought of the pain as he filled me made me nervous.
My eyes rolled back in my head, the pleasure making it impossible to keep a watchful eye on him. I pushed against his hand, needing the pleasure of his fingers pounding into my pussy to forget the burn in my ass. More wetness fell against me before he added a second finger in my ass, driving me over the pain-pleasure threshold. Too many feelings were mixed in my body as my mind turned off from all thought or ability to yell stop.
They worked out of unison from each other. As he moved one hand in my pussy and the other out of my ass, I found myself spiraling dangerously close to an orgasm I thought would stop my heart. The pleasure building up from deep inside had my heart pounding uncontrollably. This could be the destroyer of all men who might grace my future. James was wrecking me and doing it on fucking purpose.
My hands moved, trying to grip on to something to ground myself, but it was futile. I couldn’t reach a fucking thing, and I didn’t have the strength to shimmy up the bed as he worked my body perfectly.
A moan fell from my lips even as I tried to bite back the words. “Oh, yes. Fuck me, James.”
Just then, his fingers left my ass. I buried my face into the bed, both happy and relieved at the loss of fullness. I mumbled something incoherent even to myself as he still thrust his fingers inside my cunt.
Scooping more wetness from my pussy, he rubbed my juices against my ass before jamming his cock into my pussy.
“Still so fucking wet,” he said, moving his face close to my ear. “I want your ass, Izzy.”
I sucked in a breath, fear gripping me because of his size. “James,” I moaned. I wanted to say no, but everything the man did to me felt fanfuckingtastic.
A few thrusts later, he removed himself from my core and rubbed against my asshole. As he pushed the tip inside, I whispered, “You’re too big,” and bit down on the comforter.
“It’ll fit. You’re so fucking ready for me.”
Problem was, he was fucking right. I didn’t like when James was always right.
“Push out. It’ll make it slide in easier,” he grunted, placing his hand underneath me and stroking my clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned, pushing down with all my strength as he circled my clit with his fingertips. “Yes,” I wailed.
I pulled at the handcuffs, wrapping my fingers around the cold metal chain connecting the two parts, and took what he gave me.
“Fuck,” he moaned, seating himself fully inside of me.
I moved, grinding my pussy against his hand and hoping it would urge him to move. The only thing worse than being fucked in the ass was someone stopping with their dick inside you. I needed the movement and the friction against my pussy. I needed to come. My body was wound so fucking tight I thought my heart would burst.