“Now, mate, tell me what you want.”
I tried to hold back, but he’d broken through all my barriers. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew how far to push me and still be saf
e enough from me using my safeword. He knew me. My soul was naked and I didn’t have the will to lie. I licked my lips, trying to draw the last of his essence into my mouth. “You, master. I want you to spank me until I forget myself and float away. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make my body burn until I scream and come all over your cock.”
He traced my lower lip as I whispered the broken words, my dark confession. No more hiding, no more worrying. Just my master and me.
“Good girl. Don’t ever hide from me again, mate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.”
“I want to give that to you, Hannah. I need to give that to you. This is why we were matched, because we will give each other exactly what we need. These past three weeks, oh, Hannah, what we have been fighting. No longer.”
Zane left my side. He removed the pillow from under my hips and moved into position behind me. I felt his cock nudge my back entrance and I tried to push back, to rock my hips into him. “Do you accept my right to you, Hannah? Do you accept my claim as your primary mate?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, master.” I needed him to fill me up, to take me.
“Now I will fuck you until you scream.”
“Yes, master.” If my hands had been free, I would have twisted them in the sheets. But I was bound, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide by a hard bar. All I could do was accept whatever he chose to give me.
I needed him to be the first in my virgin ass. I needed to belong to Zane. I loved Dare, but Dare wasn’t my master. Dare was my lover and my friend, my second. He made me feel safe and cherished. He was easy to please, easy to make happy. But his darkness wasn’t part of his soul. Zane forced me to yield, he took my pain and released it, forced me to let go, to submit. Zane needed me to surrender. He craved my surrender as much as I needed to feel free and safe in his dominant embrace.
With the dildo stretching my pussy, Zane pushed forward slowly into my virgin ass, breaching my trained ring of muscle, pushing past easily and filling me to the brink of pain. When he was fully seated, balls deep, I was panting, and clenching down on the rod in my pussy as hard as I could. I needed to come. I needed—
Zane’s hand landed on my ass hard, and I jerked forward, pulling myself almost off his cock. He soothed the sting with his palm. “Good girl, now push back and take me again.”
I tried, but when I didn’t take him fast enough, Zane buried his fist in my hair and pulled back, forcing my body to open wider, faster. The sting of pain on my head made me shake. The fire on my ass spread into a hot glow and I wanted more, needed more. In an act of defiance I knew he would not let pass, I struggled against the bonds the held my wrists. If I could just get one hand free to stroke my own clit. There! I was almost free. Maybe, if I hurried, I could come before he stopped—
Smack.
He struck my bare bottom again and used his hold in my hair to shove me forward. “Bad girl, Hannah. You don’t have permission to use your hands.”
“I’m sorry, master.” God, just calling him master made my pussy get even wetter. I was so close, I couldn’t think straight.
“Come back here, Hannah.” He aligned the broad head of his cock with my back entrance once again. “Fuck me with that ass.”
I shifted back, again not fast enough, and he yanked on my hair, pulling me back hard and fast and slamming his cock deep. I groaned at the roughness of his actions, the intense feel of him filling me completely. It was painful, but I needed it. I needed that bite of pain, knowing he was there with me, giving it to me. He was bigger than any of the training plugs. Hotter, thicker. His pre-cum coated my walls and made my arousal even more intense. I wouldn’t be able to take much more. He fucked me in earnest then, holding my hair for leverage and pulling me back or holding me in place, depending on his need. My moans of pleasure turned into whimpers of desperation as he drove me higher and higher, filling me up and making me his, totally and completely, at last.
His cock swelled inside me and I knew he was close. He freed my hands and they fell to the bed beside me. The burn in my shoulders made me moan as more sensation clouded my mind.
“Up, Hannah. Up straight. Reach behind you and lock your hands around my neck.”
I straightened up off the bed without thinking, settling myself back until my thighs met his own, still impaled on his rigid shaft. His chest was pressed against my back.
The position arched my back and shifted his cock to press forward, pushing the dildo inside my pussy harder.
“Don’t move, Hannah.”
“Yes, master.” The threat, his absolute control let me be free, mindless. His. I was his.
I held him, my back to his chest, his cock in my ass and my hands in his hair as he whispered in my ear.
“Come for me, Hannah. Come for me.”
He slid his hands down over my stomach toward my pussy. His arms were so long, so strong, and I was so small in his embrace that he could easily reach both my clit and the rod filling my pussy.
Cock still in my ass, he fucked me with the rod and stroked my clit until I shattered. I screamed his name, again and again. My body exploded with pleasure, but I was more spun up each time, almost as if each orgasm was just a warm-up for the next one. I was lost on a sea of sensation, crying out helplessly, giving him everything and holding onto him for dear life. His hair in my fists and his words in my ear my only connection to the real world.