Ethan
There was no comfort as a child. The ones meant to love me unconditionally had made me believe their twisted narrative instead.
I didn’t know why Anne cut herself, but I had a good notion of what her circumstances could have been—the two unsolved murders gave me enough to imagine a young Anne, cornered and finding her own way out.
Perhaps in a different life, we could have been different.
In this one, we were aberrations. In this one, we were together. In this one, I claimed Anne as mine.
“We didn’t wake up one morning and become what we are,” I said, coating the silver plug with a thick layer of lube. “It took years of conditioning, starting in childhood.”
When I glanced up, there was an uncertainty in her, a softness I’d never seen before. Taking her, locking her up, showing her my true self—none of it had shaken her in the slightest.
I smiled despite myself.
“You were growing careless. Why?”
She looked away and didn’t answer.
The polished silver metal caught the light, teardrop-shaped. I dragged it through her wet folds and rested the tip against her puckered hole.
Then waited.
And waited some more.
“Part of me wanted to get caught,” she said, giving me her eyes again. “I wanted them to see. To know what I’d put in their expensive art pieces.”
Anger made me clench my jaw.
“You wanted to be locked up for life?”
She closed her eyes.
“I don’t know,” she snapped, her voice tight.
“Just as well I met you when I did, then,” I said, pressing the metal against her arsehole. “We will never be accepted. Nor will they ever understand us.”
She began to pant as the metal spread her open.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I doubted she was agreeing with my statement. My greedy girl.
“Do you like me opening you up like this? Preparing this tight little hole for my cock?”
Her eyes were hooded, her breathing laboured, as she nodded. I carefully rocked the thickest part of the plug back and forth at her entrance.
“That’s it. Relax that sweet little arsehole for me. I know you’ve been waiting all night for this,” I said, sliding it all the way in before rubbing my thumb over her clit.
She moaned, long and loud.
I gripped the end of the plug and eased it out, only to start the process over again. I knew where dark thoughts could lead, and I wanted Anne to bypass the mistakes I’d made in the past. Her legs jerked, drawing my attention back to her scars. They were part of Anne now.
I crouched down and ran my tongue along her inner thigh until I reached her pussy, pushed the plug inside her, and began to eat her out, feeling every tremor running down her thighs.
She tasted sweet and salty. Her scent made me drip all over her bedding, and I rubbed myself against the soft cotton before pulling back to run my tongue through her folds again—up and down, until she shone, until she called for me.
I guided the blunt tip to her opening and pushed inside until her tight heat clasped me and I felt the curve of the plug shift in her arsehole.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, pulling my hips back before driving forward again, until she screamed.
“Yes.”
I leaned over, planting my hands on either side of her, to look into those desperate blue eyes. In and out, slow, hard, fast and deep—testing and teasing her until she tried to squirm beneath me. I pressed deeper, until my abdomen met hers and her legs folded beneath the weight of me.
My eyes stayed on hers as I began to pump my hips in slow motion, rotating and grinding so she felt every single inch of me inside her.
“So gooood,” she moaned, staring right back at me.
Her breasts heaved, her shoulders still draped in the world’s tiniest blouse. I moved down and captured her lips, sinking my tongue in and out of her mouth in time with my hips. The heat built until I was slamming into her, my balls slapping against her.
Then I felt her clamp down on me, and I pulled back.
“No. When you cum, it will be with my cock in your arse,” I said, rising to my knees.
“You’re so mean. That’s twice now,” she said, sticking her lower lip out.
Her lips were bright pink and swollen from our kiss. Anne was perfect. This was perfect.
“Aww, baby,” I crooned. “At least you know what will happen if you consider ambushing me like this again.”
“Keep that knife of yours close by tonight,” she muttered as I began to remove the plug.
“Neither of us will need knives, because I intend to keep my dick inside you all night long,” I said, removing the plug and rubbing the tip of my cock against her loosened entrance.
Her eyes widened, lips parting. Then she recalculated.
“Good luck. The Viagra will only last another three hours or so.”
I grabbed the lube, squirted some onto my cock and around her hole.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit, love,” I murmured, tossing the lube aside and squeezed the head of my cock into her arsehole.
I reached out and held her breasts, soft yet firm, rubbing my thumbs over the swollen pink tips. I could suck on those beauties all night and never be bored. Neither of us spoke as I inched inside her tight little arse, lodging myself deeper with each push.
Then I gripped her sweet tits and began to fuck her arsehole. Not like I had with the others in the past. Never like this. Never with Anne.
“Hold onto your ankles,” I said, grinning as I plunged deeper.
Her smile grew slowly, and she knew it was on. I tilted her hips and burrowed my knees beneath her. She’d take every last inch of me before I let her cum.
I didn’t make promises. I didn’t keep them.
For her, I would.