Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(16)

Despite her apparent epiphany, doubt was ever-present, and her submissive side, having peeked out long enough to further commit her to this, had receded, leaving her struggling with herself again. She knew she was always going to be a horrible submissive – how did one turn one’s mind completely off? Relax. She nearly snorted at the idea. He was going to put a very large round peg into a very small round hole, and it was going to hurt like the dickens, she was quite sure. It was hard not to think that she needed to brace herself for it, which had her tensing her entire body.

She couldn’t stay that way for long; Rod knew her muscles would get tired shortly, so he took his time, barely advancing at all until he could tell that she had relaxed out of pure muscle fatigue. Not only was he keeping a close eye on her, but he had to do the same with himself.

She was so tight, and his every advance had her mewling and panting and issuing soft, slight groans that practically had this thing over before he’d started it. That would be twice in a row, and he couldn’t allow that, not only for his own healthy ego, but because he didn’t want her to know just how much power she had over him.

When he had advanced far enough inside her that he no longer needed to hold himself – which took a lot longer than he usually allowed for such things – he reached down and clamped a hand over where her arms were folded across her back, using them as leverage against her to pull her –very slowly – onto him, as if she were voluntarily impaling herself.

His hold tugged her shoulders towards him, flexing her back again and thrusting her bottom out even further, which also caused her to lose ground to him. Rod wished he had put clamps on her nipples while he had the chance – that would have been a distraction from what was happening to her sweet behind, but then, perhaps this was best. The fewer distractions, the more tamed and taken she was likely to feel.

Despite her protestations, which were growing in volume with each fraction of an inch he claimed, he would bet that, if he reached down between her legs, she would still be sopping wet. Having made that bet with himself, he just had to do exactly that, only to discover that she was about five times as moist as she’d been before he’d begun claiming her ass, and when he let himself drift a bit further south, he found that outstandingly engorged clit of hers to be sitting up and begging for attention.

Because she had protested so bitterly, while her body was thoroughly rejoicing in his treatment - Rod decided then and there that he was going to force her to come while he fucked her in the ass.

Not now, of course, because he wasn’t even all the way there yet. But later, when he’d begun thrusting in earnest, he would wrest the choice away from her, which would be true of most things this weekend.

He was less easy on her from that point on, less coddling than he had been. He pressed harder and faster into her, knowing that she might be sobbing a little because it was hard – at first – to become accustomed to his size in a place she hadn’t expected he’d go, but with the sure knowledge that her mind would soon catch up with her body and it would only make her that much wetter.

Rod sank himself the last two inches very quickly, with a sharp thrust of his hips, loving the way her cries rose at the rapid insult, but he didn’t linger there, and he didn’t make really any further concession to what had been her anal virginity. He held her arms even further up, making her back her bottom even further onto him – as if begging for him – then withdrew all the way and plunged back into her, much more forcefully than his first stroke, filling her completely, until he could feel the heat of her open quim on his balls each time before he backed out again.

He fucked her hard and soft and fast and slow, preferring hard and fast, using her arms to make sure that when he slammed into her, she couldn’t move far away from him, so that her body had to absorb the impact of each powerful thrust every time.

Sunny was out of her mind. She had finally relaxed because it was her only option, and he hadn’t hesitated to take advantage of it, as if he had been lying in wait for just that to happen. At first it was terribly hard not to cry as she felt him invading her. It burned a little and hurt some, but mostly it felt like this weird pressure that shouldn’t be there. The further he went, the worse the pressure got. It wasn’t painful, just unusual and embarrassing and . . . damn, it felt good!

She certainly didn’t want it to, but it did. It was so good that she wanted to press herself against him, and he saved her from that ignominy by forcing her to do exactly that with the way he held her arms captive and useless. It must’ve been a sight, her moving her bottom towards him as if she wanted him to take her there. Truth be told, she did. Damn him!