Chapter 3 #5
I blinked several times and I realized that my cheeks were wet.
When I licked my lips, they tasted salty, and it eventually dawned on me that final orgasm had been so powerful that I’d started to cry.
My sobs quickened and my body racked forward and in some crazy place in the insanity of it all, I clutched at him with my fingers as though he could save me from myself.
There wasn’t any strength left in my body. My legs felt like jelly. Even the prospect of pushing myself up to a seated position in my own bed seemed like too daunting a task.
“Shhh, my sweet mate. I think that’s enough for you today,” he said gently, his breath tickling the tiny hairs along my earlobe. I cried harder for a time until I could pull myself together enough to quiet my sobs and slow my tears.
Timidly, I curled into him, pressing my forehead against his chest at first before I turned my head and laid my cheek against it.
The pounding of his heartbeat was loud, but soothing and for several long minutes I just listened to it.
My breathing started to normalize, and I shivered as the heat began to bleed out of me at an alarming rate.
My body temperature was dropping and fast. I started to tremble so hard that my teeth chattered.
He moved so quickly that I couldn’t keep up with him, but he lifted me cleanly off the bed and tucked me under the covers. He dove underneath the sheets with me and pulled me back to him, offering me his body heat along with it.
As the minutes passed, I started to feel more like myself.
I could feel the sweat evaporating off my skin and his thick milky seed dripping down my thighs.
If I had more energy, I would have gotten up to clean myself up, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t really care about how filthy I felt with it drying on my legs.
In fact, I kind of liked it.
The more the numbing bliss faded away, the more I began to feel the aching soreness throughout my limbs and even more so between my thighs. Not too long after that, I finally braved a chance and looked up at him through damp tear-soaked lashes.
“You’re so beautiful like this, little mate,” he murmured, and his compliment made me blush unexpectedly. I bashfully bit my bottom lip, not knowing what to say so I didn’t say anything at all.
“You should know I’m not through with you yet, not by a long shot,” he added, and a soft sound of desperation fled my lips.
“Your refusal to answer my questions still needs to be dealt with, but I’ll save your bottom fucking for another time when you’re not so worn out and I can really enjoy taking that tight little hole,” he whispered, and I shivered at the same time that his hand slid down the arch of my spine.
I whimpered softly when he continued his exploration until he slid a finger down the cleft of my backside.
He slid far enough to cup my pussy first. Then, he gathered the wetness that was still seeping from me with his finger, and he returned to find my bottom hole, vulnerable and unprotected and he took advantage of that.
“Don’t! Please!” I yelped, my voice still incredible shaky from what he’d already put me through.
“You’ve got so much more coming, little mate. I’m going to give you just a taste,” he purred.
Without thinking, I tensed hard, and he roughly forced a single thick finger inside my bottom hole.
I tried to clench my cheeks to keep him out, but he was too strong.
He growled as my tight ring of muscle tightened immeasurably hard around him, unused to taking anyone or anything back there for a very long time.
Pain blazed up and down my spine for several long moments and the tears that had fallen already threatened to return once more.
“Please,” I begged. “Please take it out.”
“I’ll be back for you tomorrow, sweet mate, and by the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to ask me to fuck you here. You’re going to beg me to make it hurt,” he purred.
“I won’t,” I vowed, and he smiled with amusement.
I swallowed hard. He’d already proven himself to be a man of his word.
I hid my face in the crook of his shoulder, feeling my body tremble against him as he roughly pumped his finger in and out of my bottom. The feeling of that thick digit was painful and entirely too foreign, and I hated how it made my sore pussy tighten with anticipation.
Good girls weren’t supposed to getting their bottom holes fingered. Good girls especially didn’t think about getting their asses fucked.
But I was.
And it was making my clit zing with unwelcome desire. Maybe I was a bad girl.
Maybe I was his bad girl.
Whatever. I didn’t want to think about it anymore.
I did know that I wouldn’t be anywhere near here tomorrow night. I wasn’t going to lie here and wait for him to arrive and fuck my bottom hole with his ginormous cock.
That was a worry for tomorrow though. I was too tired to think about it anymore today. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, still safely encased in his arms and surrounded by the security of his scent.
And to be honest…
I liked it.