"Stay." Luke slaps the side of my thigh with his free hand.
"Wait." I twist and turn my head to look at him. "Wait, I have a question."
He stills for a moment then withdraws his fingers, followed by his cock, then reaches into the nightstand for a tissue and wipes his fingers, but keeps his eyes on mine. "What is it, Sophie?"
"Um." I bite my lip then blow out a breath. "Will it go back?"
Luke remains almost expressionless but cocks an eyebrow. How does he not know what I mean? "Will my asshole go back to normal?" I nod towards his dick. "You're really large. Will I, um, still poop normal after this?"
The room is dead silent then. A few seconds tick by like minutes and then Luke loses it laughing. He sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows on this knees, shaking. "Christ, Sophie."
"You asshole! You're laughing at me? You're the genius doctor. 'Ask me anything, Sophie. Don't be shy, Sophie.'" I'm still on my knees, looking at him over my shoulder. I flip and sit on my butt, drawing my knees to my chest. "Liar!" I shoot at him.
"Sophie." His tone is warning.
"Would you prefer if I got answers from my girlfriends? 'Hey, girls, Luke is hung like a donkey and he wants to put it in my ass. What should I expect?'" I scoot to the edge of the bed. "I'll call Jean right now, you jerk." I start to get up but Luke grabs me and pulls me onto his lap.
"I'm sorry, baby," he says and taps me on the nose with his finger. "You're right, I just thought your questions would be verbalized before I was about to stick my dick in your ass."
I place my palm on his chest and look up into his face. Waiting.
He clears his throat. "Your asshole will be fine. With proper stretching and lubrication your anal tract will not be damaged and you will continue to…"—he pauses, searching for my terminology—"poop just fine. But stretching and lube are essential. Got it?"
I nod.
"Good. Now I need a minute. I don't think I can fuck you anywhere just yet."
My eyes widen and I slap his chest with my open palm before sliding to the floor between his knees and grasping his cock. It's still hard, but not fully. I pump it with a firm hand. "We are having anal. Jerk."
Luke smirks. "Did you just order me to violate your ass?"
"I did and you will."
Chapter 27
"Suck me," he directs.
I open my mouth over the tip of him and he grabs the back of my head and shoves himself in farther. Winding his hand into my hair, he fucks my mouth, sliding my head over his shaft and directing me when he wants additional suction or tongue before yanking me off with a pop.
"There's an ACE bandage in my medicine cabinet. Go get it."
I return from the bathroom with the bandage roll and he holds out his hand. I drop the roll in his hand and wonder where he's going with this. I bite my bottom lip to hide my grin.
"You're way too confident for someone about to get their ass reamed."
The grin threatening to pull at my cheeks dissipates.
He unwinds one end of the bandage and wraps it around the opposite hand before pulling it taut. "I should gag you. I should fuck your ass with you bound and gagged with no way to say no."
I swallow, but I don't respond or move.
"But that would be a punishment for me, not you, because I like to hear you. I like to hear that little whimper you make when I stretch your pussy open and again when I bottom out against your cervix." He trails a fingertip along the shell of my ear and I do my best to stay still and listen without dissolving into a puddle of need on the spot. "Because after that whimper you always say, 'More, Luke. More, more, more.' I don't think you even know you're saying it."
He's right. I didn't.
"So I can't gag you."
"No," I agree. "That wouldn't be fun."
"On the bed, head on a pillow."
I scramble onto the bed, lie on my back and wait. Luke moves onto the bed and spreads my thighs so he's kneeling between them, then raises my right leg and wraps the bandage several times around my bent knee before attaching the bandage to the headboard. My leg is now raised at a ninety-degree angle. He repeats the configuration on my left knee and then props two pillows beneath my butt.
"Hold onto the headboard," he instructs and I reach over my head to grasp a wooden slat with both hands. "If you move your hands I'll stop before you come. Understand?"
I nod. I'm on my back with my knees up and spread, the position not much different from the time I was spread out on Luke's exam table. He grabs the lube and drips it directly onto my skin, then rims the opening with the tip of a finger. The lube is cool against my skin. His swirling finger on the sensitive tissue is making my pussy throb. He pushes a single finger into my ass and starts the process of stretching me again.