Chapter 32 #2
I had to stop this. Anal had been a hard no during our prenuptial negotiations, though we had long thrown the stipulations from our agreement out the window.
My bigger concern was that Stefan was sleeping right outside this door.
What we had done was bad enough, but this… it was beyond crossing a line.
No matter how much I told myself to fight this, I couldn’t muster the energy. My mind seemed to have melded with the post-coitus haze.
Still, I looked over my shoulder and shook my head at him. But Kai was too far gone to listen.
“Kai, no—” My mouth hung open when he removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue instead. The skilled tongue swiped over my rosebud until I forgot how to breathe. Only when my lungs burned did I remember.
Kai was eating out my ass with such vigor that I wanted to bang my head against the countertop to both make it stop and also to force him to finish.
My head snapped up to stare at my reflection when his relentless tongue pushed inside.
Taut muscles around my neck stood at attention as I gasped for air.
This was not like anything I had experienced before, and I inadvertently pushed my ass back.
Painful tears spilled out of the corners of my eyes, desperate for the release I knew he’d prolong.
His tongue disappeared. Before I had the chance to adjust, he shoved two fingers inside my asshole.
I jolted forward, slapping a hand on the glass surface for purchase.
I watched his reflection in awe. He was still in his business suit, and I was clad in a tank top hiked up past my breasts and leggings pulled down to my ankles.
He pulled out his fingers. I stayed put. I watched as he freed himself from his slacks, opened the bottle of oil, and smeared it over his cock. I couldn’t look away as he pressed the head against my asshole.
Tears stung my eyes.
It didn’t stop him, though. He pushed my shoulder blades until I was flat against the counter and completely at his mercy. I could no longer see what he was doing but felt the unbearable pain as my body screamed at the foreign invasion.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I wasn’t a woman in the throes of pleasure but in an absurd amount of pain.
He pulled out slightly, then surged ahead, the tight ring of muscles fighting him every inch of the way. My hands on the mirror clenched and unclenched.
“Fuck, that hurts.”
I knew Kai wouldn’t be gentle tonight, but I was still surprised when he spoke almost absentmindedly. “Then you know how I felt when I saw you with him.”
Our gazes clashed in the mirror. He hadn’t meant to admit something so vulnerable, but there it was—I had hurt him deeply tonight.
He had been driven here, consumed by jealousy, and now he wanted to claim a part of me, one that had remained untouched by Stefan. He needed to know that what we shared together mattered more. We mattered more.
I finally understood what he needed.
I blew out a harsh breath, trying my best to relax. He reached around and strummed my clit, slowly at first, more purposefully as my breath picked up. He must’ve sensed a change because he slipped another inch deeper.
I shook my head. “Oh God. I can’t anymore.”
“You can, Princess. I’m almost there.”
I let out a long breath, forcing my muscles to relax. He eased forward without mercy even as tears dripped down my cheeks.
“Fuck.” It was his turn to hiss. He was watching himself, feeding his cock inside my asshole one inch at a time. “You’re tight,” he groaned.
My eyes unintentionally returned to the bathroom door, hoping his voice didn’t carry.
Perhaps it was the distraction, or I was distracted by the fear of getting caught, but the pain started to subside.
His fingers on my clit sped up and my heavy-lidded eyes rolled to the back of my head.
With one final move, he plunged forward until he was all the way in.
I nearly screamed, but instead, bit into my arm.
“That’s it, Princess. You did it. Good girl.” His panting and praises had my head spinning.
“Fuck,” I grunted, already feeling spent.
I felt faint from the pain but the relentless fingers on my dripping wet clit and the slightly ajar door somehow distracted me from it.
His fingers sped up.
“That… that feels good,” I breathed hoarsely.
His breaths sounded equally labored as his cock throbbed inside me. The veins in his neck protruded as he fought for control, while somehow managing to keep up the assault on my clit.
He pulled back, and I nearly caved when he thrust into me again. Opening the bottle, he smeared more oil on his dick when he pulled out next. This time, when he thrust forward, the tight muscles and the sensitive nerve bundle made me moan in pleasure instead of pain.
He picked up the pace at the sound. He started fucking me like an animal, forgetting the slow pace he had initially set.
It was too much, the fingers on my clit, my ass both burning while the nerves also sang in pleasure. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I knew this would be the most intense experience of my life.
“Fuck. I am close.” He struggled to speak, as his pelvis smacked against my ass mercilessly.
He didn’t hold back, slamming into me in an all-consuming manner.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growled, his eyes glowing with manic lust.
My blood heated at the feral look on his face. I couldn’t breathe, no matter how much I tried. A silent scream climbed up my throat but refused to let out.
I convulsed violently with an orgasm so strong I didn’t think it was possible. I vaguely felt him pull out to smear his cum over my ass and thighs. He kept at it until I was completely covered in him and at long last, his body gave out, depleted and he blanketed over me.
Once more, I glanced at the bathroom door. This time, instead of feeling horrified over what we had done, I was merely relieved that I was back exactly where I belonged.