Just one finger at first, he began rimming my asshole, feeling around the edges. I tensed in response. He wasn’t supposed to go in there, that wasn’t OK. He hissed. “Open up, Kara. Let me in.” He worked me, fingering more of my own juices up to the entrance and coaxing my puckered hole. Slowly, I felt his finger work my tight ring, then enter.
I gasped as he pushed into me. “That’s right,” he coaxed, “take me in.” With more lube, he kept fingering me, working me, stroking me inside and before I knew it I was moaning and working with him, pulsing and pushing against his fingers, wanting more.
“Remember back when I first met you?” he asked, his voice low in his throat, husky. He brought a second finger to my entrance and pushed both deep into my asshole. I moaned and took what he gave me. “Remember how you used to tease me in those little skirts? That day you washed your truck, trying to get me to watch?”
I twisted a little underneath him, embarrassed. He was right. I’d done all that and more. “You were a little cock tease, weren’t you, Kara?” His hands worked my ass. I said nothing. I didn’t want to admit it. His hand came down, hard across my bottom. Tears sprang to my eyes under the silk of the blindfold and I cried out in pain. Whack, he smacked my ass again and it burned.
“Admit it,” he continued, keeping on with his assault on my ass, fingers up my tight hole, palm coming down rough on my soft cheek. “Admit that you were a little cock tease.”
“Yes,” I panted, moaning, burning.
“Say it,” he commanded, another sharp smack landing on my bottom.
“I was a cock tease!” I cried out.
“Yes, you were.” Now he stroked me, first my hot cheeks, then down to my wet, naughty pussy, all the while thrusting his fingers back and forth, deep into my asshole. “Back then I couldn’t do this to you. I wanted to. And I knew you needed it. But I couldn’t do it, could I?”
“No,” I responded, remembering how it had been. He’d been the ranch hand. I’d been the boss’s daughter.
“Now I have you exactly where I want you.” His thrusting in my ass grew more urgent, harsher, more demanding. “Now I can do anything I want with you. You’re under my control.”
“Yes,” I agreed, moaning. “Yes.”
Plunging two fingers up deep inside my asshole, he circled my clit and asked in a low, wicked voice, “Do you want more, Kara?”
“Yes,” I pleaded.
“Say it.” He moved his fingers only slightly, keeping them deep up inside me, stroking me intimately.
“I want more!” I begged. “Please.”
“You need to tell me where you want it, you naughty girl.”
“In my ass,” I cried out, all rational thought, all concern over propriety or what was right or wrong gone from my brain.
“Good, that’s good.” He stroked me, taking some of my juices dripping down my inner thighs and bringing them up to my asshole. “Surrender to me, Kara. Just like that.” I could hear him move, knew what he was grabbing from over on the bureau. I tensed, fear intruding into my pleasure. This would hurt and I didn’t know if I could take that big black rubber plug up inside of me. Blindfolded and bound, I couldn’t see or stop what was happening. I was completely at his mercy.
Back at my bottom, he brought his hands to my cheeks again. “Shh,” he quieted me, stroking away my fears. “I know what you want, Kara. I know what you need.”
I whimpered and relaxed into his touch, trusting him even through my nervousness.
I could feel the cool, hard rubber at my entrance, large and unyielding. He began pressing the tapered tip against my asshole, using my lube to work it into me.
“Yes, that’s right,” he coaxed as I brought my bottom up, angling it just right for him. “You can take this, Kara.” He pushed and I whimpered from fear and pain. It pushed and burned. He pushed harder, sliding its thick, bulging middle in and past my tight ring.
“Ooh!” I cried out, pulling at my restraints. It hurt! I couldn’t take something that huge up my ass. “Declan!”
“Kara,” he responded, bringing his fingers to my swollen clit and starting to stroke it, work it, circle and love it. Suddenly the pain melted into something different, more, intense sensation, the feeling of being filled, exquisitely filled, so deep and tight. As I relaxed, he pushed the butt plug all the way in, another inch or two deep inside my hole.
I cried out, shocked, so full.
“Yes.” He stroked my pussy, fingering along my folds, at my clit, up inside me. “So full now,” he murmured, filling me with his fingers as the plug stuffed my ass. I moaned, panting and overcome with sensations.
With slow fingers, he traced the edge of the plug out around my stretched asshole. “I wish you could see how amazing this looks. Your ass plugged for me as I train your hole.”
His filthy words wove a spell around my brain and body, and I could do nothing but cling to the sensations he was building inside of me, the intense pleasure he was coaxing out to the surface. He’d shoved a huge rubber plug up my ass and it was wrong, I shouldn’t want it, but I shook with arousal.
He pushed against the plug in me and asked, “Do you feel it fill you?”
“Yes!” I cried out.
“My cock is much bigger that this, Kara.” I moaned in response, anticipation and nerves blending with erotic tension. “I’m going to stretch you. You’re going to be so tight.” I could hear the tension building in his voice as he worked my clit, sliding his fingers along my pussy, stroking me.
When his hand came down hard and demanding on my ass in a sharp spank, I cried out, shocked, filled, shaking. He kept it up, stroking my slit, pushing firmly on the plug, spanking the soft flesh of my ass. I was a mess, moaning, bucking against him, bottom up, incoherent, pulsing, throbbing pleasure building in me, mounting, seeking release.
His hands stilled and he whispered, harsh in my ear, “Don’t come yet, Kara. Not until I tell you.”
I whined, desperate. I didn’t want to wait.
He stroked my hips, my rear, teasing me, taking his time. “I like training your ass, Kara. You have such a perfect ass. I like getting it ready for my cock.” I quivered and whimpered, straining against the ties at my wrists. I needed release. I wanted to touch myself and make myself come. Low and dirty, he asked me, “Do you like serving my needs, Kara?”
“Yes!” I called out, wanton.
He pressed on the butt plug up inside of me, bringing my attention to it, how full it made me, how much it stretched me, tight. “Later this week, are you going to take my cock up your ass?”
“Yes!” I screamed, wanting it so badly I nearly came from it. I arched my bottom up for him, aware of nothing but the sensations, the stinging and burning and pulsing, the stroking and coaxing and building waves of pleasure. He brought his hand directly back onto my slick clit, circling, pressing, circling.
“Come for me,” he commanded. Engulfed in spasms, I came, intense, all over his fingers, screaming and sobbing and sighing and shuddering all for him.
Before I even regained full consciousness, he grabbed my hips hard in his huge hands. “I’m going to fuck you now, Kara,” he growled.
I cried out, wanting, needing, and he thrust his cock deep into my dripping wet pussy. Screaming, I bucked back into his hardness, taking him in again and again as he fucked me hard. The sensation of having my ass filled with a plug coupled with his steel length in my pussy made me crazy with lust.
“Yes.” Declan thrust deep inside of me. “Take all of me. I can see the plug in your ass. You’re stuffed so tight.”
“Yes!” I cried out, barely able to push into him anymore, weak with the intensity.
He held me in his hands, keeping my hips right where he needed them so he could thrust into me again and again, fucking me relentlessly. “You’re mine!” he declared and I more than knew it, I felt it within every fiber of my being. “You’re mine,” he repeated, hungry and deep. “Say it!”
“I’m yours,” I called out, every inch