“Do you want that spanking first?” he warned.
“No, Daddy,” she quickly responded, understanding loud and clear that Costello was not in the mood for any form of pleading or negotiation. He wanted compliancy and silence.
Focus on the lesson and nothing more.
He pulled out his finger, and the sound of clothing being removed from behind where she still obediently remained in position, sent a new wave of erotic fear. Was it time? Would she now have someone—Costello—claim her virginal ass?
She didn’t have to wonder for long.
Costello placed the tip of his dick on her puckered hole and applied enough pressure that she instantly tensed up. “Relax,” he said softly. “You can release your hands now. I want you to remember what I just taught you, and relax as I enter you.”
“Is this going to hurt?” She fisted the bedspread in anticipation.
“Yes.”
That was not the answer she was hoping to hear.
Taking hold of her hips, Costello slowly eased his cock past the tight flesh and breeched her back entrance. The foreign sensation had her gasp, and then the stretch of her inner ring as he inched further had her whimper.
“Shh,” he hissed. “Relax. Focus on accepting me.”
“Costell—”
Forgetting all the schooling on how to relax, Ariana tensed and cried out when the thickness of his cock reached a point where she seriously doubted if he would be able to fit inside.
“I know it hurts,” he said softly. “Just focus and relax. It will get easier.”
“You’re too big. You’re going to tear me!”
Costello paused in his movement and began to rub her lower back with the softest of touches. “You are going to be just fine. Your body is built for this. Trust me. I would never cause permanent harm to you. Relax. I can tell when you do.”
He inched inside a little deeper.
“No,” she mewled. “It stings.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Good. Remember this tonight. Imagine some other man jamming his cock inside with full force. Picture him thrusting over and over, in and out, until you are screaming for mercy. You think my cock hurts now with me barely moving? What do you think a lubeless ass fucking from a shithead will feel like?”
Tears fell from her eyes at the disgusting image. She would never be able to endure such an act. They would have to kill her first. But then again, that was exactly why Costello was doing what he was doing.
He wanted to save her life.
“But,” he said softly, as he reached around her body and parted her pussy, finding her clit. “This can also feel really good for both of us.” With his cock still inside her stretched hole, he toyed with her clit. “I can make you cum with me buried inside of you.”
Electricity bolted from her clit straight to the biting hole. Costello no longer needed to tell her to relax. His ministrations demanded it. What once seemed impossible, morphed to an erotic ache. As he inched further, the biting pain transformed to carnal need for a deeper and full possession.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take my cock balls deep.”
He continued to play with her clit, driving her closer and closer to an animalistic climax as she allowed his primal taking. Only seconds had passed from when she thought she would die from the pain, and now she wanted him deeper and harder.
“I’m ready,” she panted. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
With a growl, Costello took hold of her hips again and pulled out his dick, only to thrust it back inside. Her body did not resist in any way. Tingles shot from the depths of her ass to the tips of her toes. Her pussy throbbed, and her heart stuttered against her heaving chest. Ariana came harder than she ever had while he continued to pump in and out with the sounds of his own nearing orgasm blending with her own.
“This ass is mine,” he grunted as he released himself in the forbidden channel saved for his taking. “Fucking mine, and only mine.”
“Yes!” Her pussy pulsated, her breathing hitched. “Yes…”
“You be a good girl tonight,” he said between inhaling deep breaths of air. “I don’t want to have to kill anyone tonight to protect what is, and what will forever be, mine.”
Dressed in a soft blue dress with white lace trim, Ariana followed Costello up the stairs and down the hall to the playroom. The knot in her stomach tightened with every step. All day, horrific images played through her mind, conjuring up the worst scenarios she could think of that she would witness. It was enough to make her head pound.
Costello’s lesson had worked well to teach her how much worse her situation could get, but it also helped relieve some of the tension. He’d been rough with her, firm and strong, but instead of feeling the need to shrink away from his dominance, she’d found comfort in it. He would protect her, no matter what happened in the playroom, but she needed to focus on keeping her secret. She could not be found out.