“Eyes forward, Pet,” he demanded when he caught me staring.
I tore my gaze off him while my body thrummed in nervous anticipation. I felt his weight depress the mattress as he climbed up behind me. My clit was already pulsing, waiting for his touch, or to feel him filling my sex. But seconds passed, and he hadn’t touched me. He was looking at me; I could feel his gaze blazing a trail up the backs of my thighs and setting my sex on fire.
When I finally felt him graze his fingers along my open lips, my body jolted from the fiery contact.
“I love how sensitive you are, how you respond every time I touch you,” he said as he dipped a finger inside me.
I didn’t panic when he slipped it out and his finger glided with my wetness up to my anus. He circled me there, and I waited with bated breath for him to penetrate me. It would feel good. I knew it would. Instead, though, he returned to my sex, dipping in and then gliding back up to my other hole. Again and again. I was moaning and pressing back against him. I needed to feel him inside me, somewhere—anywhere.
“Do you want me to finger your ass?” he asked, circling my anus.
“Yes, Master.”
His finger pushed inside slowly, just the tip, and then further, all the way to his knuckle. When he withdrew, he added another slick finger, stretching me slowly. I panicked when he withdrew and started to add a third finger. I thought it would be too much, but he grabbed my hip and continued to press forward. I moaned. It didn’t hurt at all. It felt good. So good.
Then he slipped right out and I actually whimpered at the loss, but when I felt him press against me next, I shot forward, trying to get away. It wasn’t his fingers pressed against my anus. It was his cock. Massive and hard.
His arm wrapped beneath my stomach, drawing me back to him. “Just relax, Pet. I’m going to fuck your ass, and I want you to enjoy it.”
I wanted that too. I just didn’t see how it was possible. I was still struggling against him when he thrust forward and the head of his cock penetrated me. He was so big. I was stretched to the max. I could feel the burn and it made my body shake over what was to come.
“Trust me,” he whispered, and then his fingers were on my clit. Firm, slow circles. Trust him. I did trust him. So I took slow, deep breaths, and focused on his fingers rubbing my clit. He pressed forward, a little at a time. So stretched. Still shaking. Further and further, inch after slow inch until his hips pressed against my cheeks.
“I’m inside you,” he said reassuringly, but it was the possessiveness in his voice that shocked through my body.
I was full. So full, but it didn’t really hurt. Maybe a little, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind that shot straight to my clit and made me feel like I was on fire.
He withdrew, so slowly it was as if he was reluctant to leave for even a second. I willed my muscles to relax when he thrust back in slowly and a moan rolled effortlessly off my tongue.
With every thrust, his pace increased and the scorching heat inside me grew brighter. I couldn’t believe it could feel so good, so intense. His fingers left my clit, but when he shoved them in my sex seconds later, I bucked back against him, ramming him into the hilt as his balls slapped against me.
This had been my fantasy, the dirty fantasy that had terrified me, but Derek was fulfilling it and turning it into something else. Not dirty, but erotic. Not terrifying, but hot and driving me wild with pleasure.
“Come for me, Pet. Now. I want to watch you come with my cock in your ass.”
As always I was helpless to resist. Two more thrusts, his fingers working in time with his cock, and I collapsed forward, muffling my screams in the pillow as he took me over the edge yet again.
His own shout a minute later as he thrust in one last time must have been heard from miles away.
13
Derek
“Wake up, Scar,” I whispered against her ear.
It was time. I didn’t want it to be. Fuck, I would have given just about anything to be able to crawl back into bed beside her. But what I’d be giving would be any hope of keeping her safe, and I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t, no matter how much it killed me to let her go.
She opened her eyes as her face went pale, and I moved my ass out of her way as she flew off the bed and made a mad dash for the toilet. I followed her and held her hair back, knowing this might be the last time I could do this for her. After this morning, she would have to face this and everything that came after alone.