Chapter 3 #5
“It’s no longer up to you, little one. You belong to me, and you will obey me. The more you continue to fight that, the more you will be punished,” he scolded, and I rushed to draw in a breath as I struggled to take the scalding hot agony on my most sensitive place.
When he was done, he slid a finger into my pussy and coated it with my wetness. He wasted no time in slipping that same digit up the cleft of my ass until he settled on top of my bottom hole. My entire body stilled with alarm.
“Now that I’ve got your full attention, Raiza, tell me. Is it up to you whether or not you come for me? Is it your choice where I touch you? Is it you who decides when I’m going to bare your disobedient little bottom for a hard spanking over my knee?” he scolded.
“No, sir,” I whimpered.
I’d called him sir. That word felt so heavy. For the first time, I acknowledged the difference in authority between us out loud so that he could hear it.
He pushed his finger against my asshole, and I clenched tight, trying to fight his advance even though I knew how strong he was.
“Please! Please, not there,” I wailed.
I knew enough by now that he wouldn’t listen to my pleas. He wanted to push his finger into my ass, and it was going to happen.
It felt so decadently shameful and there was a part of me that sort of wanted to know what it felt like, but I wasn’t willing to face that part of me yet.
“Talyn, please.”
“I hadn’t intended to punish this tight little hole, but I think you’re going to need to be taught a much more thorough lesson.
I am your master from this day forward. When I command you to fall to your knees, you fall to your knees.
When I demand you spread your thighs so I can fuck that needy little pussy, you spread your thighs.
When I tell you that you’re to be punished, you are to strip and wait for me with your bottom bare and on display.
You belong to me now, Raiza, and it’s about time I show you what that truly means,” he said darkly, and a fierce shudder rolled through my body as his finger advanced.
It felt foreign at first, and then it started to grow painful.
My bottom hole was really tight. I’d never been stretched there before, and he wasn’t being gentle like he’d been with my pussy.
With aroused mortification, I tried to squeeze my bottom cheeks together.
That didn’t stop him. His finger continued to advance into my virgin hole, forcing its way inside whether I wanted him to or not.
He pressed through my tight rim despite everything I tried to do to prevent it.
The tip pushed inside, and it was ginormous.
I felt the first knuckle and then the second and I keened as it got thicker and opened me wider than I thought possible.
The stretch burned like a hot poker pressing into me for several long moments until he pushed it fully inside me and just held it there.
It was a heady warning.
“Yes, sir,” I squeaked. His finger there was my entire world. I could think of absolutely nothing else.
“Who owns you?” he asked.
“You do, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Your little bottom is clenching tight around my finger,” he said quietly. Slowly, he reached another forward, capturing my clit underneath it at the same time.
I whimpered in reply. My bottom hole ached.
“I was going to take you inside to finish your lesson on my cock, but I’ve changed my mind. Right now, you’re going to come with my finger inside your disobedient little bottom. After that, I’m going to bend you over this couch and take what’s rightfully mine,” he vowed.
He teased my clit and pumped the other digit in and out of my bottom. I hated how incredibly good it felt. I loathed how my desire rose to his bait.
Even when my friends had told me of sex, they’d never mentioned having more than one orgasm. Not ever. Some of them told me sometimes they didn’t come at all.
Was it possible? Would Talyn make me come for a second time?
My body seemed to believe him and the scalding burn across my backside told me that I shouldn’t push him again unless I wanted to be spanked some more.
I tried to deal with the simmering ache that scorched across my needy flesh as well as the mortifying feeling of having his finger in such a shameful place.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it and my arousal burned hotter.
My core clenched down tighter and tighter, seemingly responding to his filthy degrading lesson whether I wanted it to or not.
My muscles tensed and a fresh wave of agony radiated around my asshole.
It hurtled up and down my spine. My clit throbbed with desire.
Fuck. I couldn’t come this way. I shouldn’t.
The more he touched me, the more the weight of his words began to settle over me. He’d decided I was going to come for him with his finger inside my bottom and that’s what was going to happen.
I trembled under the power of that realization and for the first time, something inside me came to life.
My desire began to strengthen tenfold. My inner walls quivered, and my bottom hole tightened around his thick finger. My clit pulsed hard several times under his punishing touch.
I moaned, the sound salacious and shameful but I could no longer find the will to care about my dignity. I could feel another orgasm in reach and even though it embarrassed me, I wanted it.
“Please,” I begged, only this time I wasn’t asking him to stop. I was pleading for him to go harder, faster. I was yearning for more.
My legs began to quiver. His movements picked up in pace, pressing more firmly against my needy flesh with every passing moment.
“You will wait until I give you permission this time, Raiza. If you come before I say, you’ll learn what my primary cock feels like in this naughty bottom rather than in your needy little pussy,” he warned.
Primary cock? What the fuck did that mean?
A jolt of panic raced through me. I didn’t want to be disobedient. I just wanted to come. For a moment, it scared me to think that way, but I pushed it aside.
When I started to lose control, he viciously pushed a second finger inside my bottom along with the first. I cried out at the sudden burst of pain, and for only a moment, my impending orgasm receded.
“Please, sir! I’ll wait for your permission,” I cried out and a hard shudder of pain rolled through my limbs. I also noticed that my thighs were soaking wet. Despite all the hurt, my body was still reacting with powerful arousal, and I couldn’t deny it anymore.
Not when he could feel it too.
“Not yet, little one. I want you to fully understand that you lost control the moment you pulled that trigger and tried to kill me,” he said cruelly.
I writhed. I tried to hold back that orgasm as best as I could, but it felt like a firework about to burst at any moment. I was standing on the edge of a cliff about to fall if I would just give in. I bucked and tried to escape his touch on my clit, but he showed me no mercy.
It started to become painful.
“Please, I’m sorry, sir,” I pleaded.
“Are you?” he pressed.
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. “I understand! I understand!”
My body was quivering with the exertion from holding back my release.
My core squeezed hard in a fluttering cramp, and I blinked back tears.
I needed him to give me permission to orgasm so very badly.
I wasn’t ready to get my bottom fucked, especially when I was still a virgin in the more traditional way.
“Good. I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding,” he chided slowly.
My breath hitched. I couldn’t stand this for much longer.
“Come for me, little one,” he demanded.
The moment the words rolled off his lips, my world exploded in a fiery display of mind-numbing pleasure.
An endless wave of white-hot ecstasy blinded me as I writhed within its clutches.
His hand held my wrists tight, pinning me down and forcing me to take every second of the pleasurable pain he was wrenching from me.
My screams tore out of my mouth, hoarse moans that spoke to the primal nature of the savagery of that second orgasm.
The first orgasm was pure pleasure. This one was anything but that.
It hurt, yet it was also incredibly delicious. My toes curled, reaching for the floor but not finding it. My fingers grasped at his wrist, holding on for dear life. The raw pleasure consumed me from within and cut through me like a knife.
Exquisite blissful agony flared through me again and again and by the time it finally began to fade, I felt like I’d been ravaged, my defenses obliterated.
My skin felt feverish, and I could feel the slightest hint of sweat brewing at my brow and down the expanse of my lower back.
My heart drummed loud in my chest, and I did everything I could to just draw in one lungful of air after the next.
When I’d finally gotten a handle on myself, I dipped my head forward and rested it on the loveseat.
He didn’t remove his fingers from my asshole.
The residual ache from it only seemed to grow more painful with each passing second. I struggled to bear it, but I didn’t complain because I was afraid that doing so would either earn another finger or worse, his cock, next.
Even though the thought scared me, there was a small part of it that intrigued me. Would it hurt to be fucked there? Would I like it?
I shivered.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured and before I could stop myself, I smiled. A soft hum of satiation escaped me, and he very slowly started removing his thick digits. I moaned as each knuckle popped free until at long last, my naughtiest hole was empty once again.
It felt strange in a way. For some reason, I kind of wanted it back. I didn’t dare admit that out loud to him. I wouldn’t ever do that.
He released my wrists and I tentatively curled them back in front of me to hide them beneath my chest. He smoothed his palm over my bare bottom and made a noise that sounded like he was enjoying the sight of it.
It was then that I noticed the iron spike of his cock pressing against my hip. I swallowed anxiously as it dawned on me how very big it was.
What would it look like? Would it be a human cock? Would it be something more alien in nature?
Suddenly, I was desperate to see it. Right now, there was nothing more that I wanted other than to jump on top of his alien cock.
I hoped that he wouldn’t make me wait very long.