Chapter 18 Landon #2
I squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers, watching the clear liquid drip onto the puckered entrance before me. As I begin to circle the tight ring of muscle, she suddenly lurches forward, attempting to crawl away.
I catch her hips, pulling her back against me. “Stop that,” I command. “Unless you want me to restrain you.”
She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes narrowed. Despite her fear, there’s a spark of challenge in her eyes that makes my cock throb.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask.
Without waiting for her answer, I stand, lifting her with me. Several feet away stands a padded leather bench with strategically placed restraints. I carry her struggling form to it, positioning her body exactly as I want it—bent forward at the waist, arms extended.
The cuffs close around her wrists and ankles with satisfying clicks, leaving her perfectly displayed and completely at my mercy.
“Stop it, you fucking psycho,” Sadie hisses.
I groan deeply, my cock twitching at her defiance. “I was beginning to think you’d surrendered completely.”
Her wrists strain against the leather cuffs as I pour more lubricant between her cheeks, watching it drip down over her puckered entrance. I slide one finger through the slickness, circling her tight ring with deliberate pressure.
“I said stop,” she demands.
“Your mouth says stop,” I murmur, working my finger deeper, “but your body’s telling another story.” I slide a finger inside her, stretching her as I establish a slow rhythm. “Look how beautifully you’re taking my finger already.”
She whimpers—a sound caught between protest and pleasure—as I continue my invasion. Once she’s relaxed around my first finger, I withdraw before pressing a second alongside it.
“Breathe through it,” I instruct. “That’s it, little butterfly. Let me in.”
Her body yields, accepting both fingers as I scissor them carefully inside her. The sight of her stretched around my digits is mesmerizing—almost as captivating as the broken sounds escaping her throat.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, adding more lubricant before working a third finger in. She gasps sharply, her back arching. “Almost ready for me.”
Once she’s taking three fingers with relative ease, I spot what I need on a nearby table—a slender black silicone dildo. I reach for it with my free hand, examining its modest size with approval.
“This will prepare you properly,” I explain, withdrawing my fingers and coating the toy generously. “It’s much smaller than I am, but it’ll help stretch you.”
I position the smooth tip against her entrance, applying steady pressure until her body accepts the intrusion.
“Oh my god,” Sadie gasps as I work the toy deeper into her ass.
The sound of her voice—breathless, desperate—sends a surge of heat through my veins. I twist the toy, watching her back arch in response.
“Are you liking your ass getting fucked, little butterfly?” I ask, my voice a dangerous purr. My free hand slides beneath her, fingers exploring the slick evidence of her arousal.
“No,” she pants, her head hanging between her shoulders. “I don’t like it.”
The lie makes me chuckle. My fingers come away coated in her wetness, and I notice how her arousal has created a glistening puddle on the leather bench beneath her. Such a beautiful contradiction—her mouth saying one thing while her body reveals the truth.
“Liar,” I growl. “I can see the mess you’re making. Your pussy is absolutely drenched.”
She turns her face away, but I catch the flush spreading across her cheeks.
“There’s no shame in enjoying this,” I continue, fucking her with the toy while my other hand returns to the soaking heat between her legs. “Your body knows what it wants, even if you won’t admit it.”
Her hips push back against the intrusion despite her verbal protests. Her resistance fascinates me—my little butterfly fighting herself more fiercely than she fights me.
“Such a stubborn thing,” I murmur, circling her clit with my thumb. “Denying yourself pleasure out of pride.”
I increase the toy’s rhythm, watching her body respond to each thrust despite her verbal denials. Her resistance only heightens my arousal, it’s intoxicating.
“You won’t believe it when my cock is deep in your ass,” I tell her, my voice thick with desire. “Plowing you open until you forget how to breathe.”
Her muscles clench around the toy at my words, another telltale sign of her excitement.
“You’ll be screaming my name,” I continue, leaning closer to her ear, “begging me for mercy and release. And I’ll decide when—or if—you get either.”
I withdraw the toy slowly, admiring how her body clings to it, reluctant to let go. Setting it aside, I coat my cock liberally with lubricant, stroking myself as I position the blunt head against her prepared entrance.
“Your tight little virgin ass is about to belong to me,” I whisper, increasing the pressure gradually without yet breaching her. “Just like the rest of you.”
I pause, savoring the moment of anticipation—her body trembling beneath mine, her breathing shallow and quick. The thought of taking what’s never belonged to another makes my cock throb against her.
“Remember this moment, little butterfly,” I say, gripping her hip with one hand while guiding myself with the other. “The last second before you became completely mine.”