He waits until I bring my eyes to meet his. “It does.” He nods. “But just enough, not more than you can take.”
Who talks this way?
I turn forward again, not sure I can handle watching his expression as he touches me. He’s going to hurt me. He wants to hurt me. A huge red flag should be falling from the ceiling and making me run from the room.
Except.
I want him to hurt me, too.
Just enough.
Not more than I can stand.
And I trust him to bring me to that edge without pushing me over.
It takes all my concentration, but I finally relax my body enough that he’s able to push his middle finger past my tight ring up to his knuckle.
“Such a good girl.” He slides his finger in and out, rubbing the lubricant everywhere he can reach to make this bearable. I lower my head, taking in the sensations. His finger stretches me, but it’s only uncomfortable. Nothing like it’s going to be when he uses his dick.
The cap snaps back on the bottle of lube and he tosses it near my hand. “Keep that handy in case we need more.”
I nod, because how do you have a conversation with someone who has his finger embedded in your asshole?
“Does this embarrass you, Charlotte? My finger being shoved up your ass?” The man’s ability to read my mind disturbs me.
“It’s weird.”
A hard slap crosses my ass cheeks, which makes me clench, which makes his finger more uncomfortable.
“Liar. Answer again.”
I suck in a slow breath. “It does a little, yes.”
Slowly he drags his finger out, then climbs on the bed behind me.
“Let go of your ass. Play with your clit like you did in the bathtub,” he directs me, as he kneels behind me, his cock pressing against my ass cheeks.
I swallow back my refusal. It’s just fear making me hesitate and being afraid isn’t a reason to disobey him. Especially when I know I’m in safe hands.
My clit is already slick with my arousal.
“Fuck, you’re pretty like this,” he says, reaching between my legs and finding my hand exactly where he wanted it. Laying his hand over mine, he begins to rub my clit in unison with me. His body is warm against my skin, making me acutely aware of his presence.
“Keep it just like this, don’t slow down. Understand?” He kisses my shoulder.
“I understand,” I whisper.
He kisses my shoulder again, then drags his tongue along my back until he’s at my ass. Sharp teeth bite into my cheek and I move one knee forward. “No, stay where you are.” He smacks my ass again and bites down harder.
I groan but stay put. The pain radiates through my ass and up my back, making my clit tingle even more beneath my fingers as I continue to rub myself in a circular motion.
He grunts, then all touch is gone.
It’s only a moment, before he’s behind me again, both of his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. I clench my eyes closed, not wanting to picture what he’s looking at.
“Is there any part of you I don’t find beautiful?” he asks, but it’s low, beneath his breath like he’s talking to himself.
The thick round head of his cock touches the tight ring of muscle and I squeak. It’s not a sexy sound, but his deep chuckle is.