Chapter 17 Sasha
SASHA
Ican’t believe this is happening. My ass? In front of everyone? My cheeks are on fire as a club bunny walks over with a bottle of lube, winking at me as she hands it to Havoc.
“First time, honey?” she asks with a knowing grin.
I can only nod, unable to form words. I’m still impaled on Havoc’s cock, facing outward like I’m on display. And I am. Everyone can see everything—my body, my swollen pussy lips stretched around Havoc, even my face contorted with pleasure and embarrassment.
What shocks me most isn’t that Havoc wants to take my anal virginity in front of the entire club, but how desperately I want him to.
My body is still trembling from squirting on the pool table. I’ve never felt anything like that before—that intense release that left me boneless and floating. And now, watching Ace and Ryder with that woman, seeing her ecstasy as they fill both her holes... I want that too.
“Ready, baby girl?” Havoc murmurs in my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, surprising myself with my eagerness.
Havoc’s fingertips dig into my hips as he lifts me off his cock, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. My legs feel like jelly, barely supporting me as he gets up and turns the padded leather chair.
“Bend over,” he commands, his voice rough with desire as he positions me. “Hands on the back of the chair.”
I comply, leaning forward and gripping the chair’s back. In this position, I’m completely exposed—ass up, face down, legs spread. The vulnerability sends a thrill through me that I never expected to feel.
“Arch your back more,” Havoc instructs, his palm pressing between my shoulder blades. “Ass up higher. That’s it.”
My hair falls forward, partially shielding my no doubt flushed face as I feel dozens of eyes on me. I hear murmurs of appreciation from surrounding club members.
I hear the cap flip open behind me, and then feel cool liquid drizzling between my ass cheeks. I jerk and squirm at the sensation.
“Hold still,” Havoc commands, his free hand gripping my hip firmly.
I shudder as his finger traces circles around my puckered hole. I’m so sensitive that even this light touch sends sparks shooting through me.
“Oh!” I gasp as his finger presses in gently.
“Look at that pretty little hole,” someone comments, and I realize people are admiring the view as Havoc prepares me.
“Now that’s a view,” someone—Diesel, I think—comments from nearby.
Havoc’s hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them wide for better access. I feel exposed in a way I never have before, my most intimate place on display for everyone to see.
“First, we need to get you nice and relaxed,” Havoc says, his voice gentler now despite the audience.
He adds more lube directly onto my asshole. I gasp at the sensation, my body instinctively clenching.
“Breathe, baby,” Havoc murmurs. “Relax for Daddy.”
I focus on my breathing as his slick finger slowly presses inside, opening me up. The sensation is strange—not quite pleasure, not quite pain—but intensely intimate.
“That’s it,” Havoc praises as his fingertip breaches me. “Good girl.”
The intrusion burns slightly. I bite my lip, determined to take it. His finger works deeper, stretching me open.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Havoc tells the room, his voice strained. “Going to feel so good around my cock.”
His finger works in and out, gradually increasing its depth. Just as I adjust to the sensation, I feel pressure from a second finger joining the first.
The unfamiliar sensation of his fingers stretching me open transforms into something unexpected—pleasure. A deep, forbidden kind of pleasure that makes me gasp and curl my toes against the floor.
“Fuck,” I breathe, pushing back against Havoc’s hand. The movement sends his fingers deeper, and a moan escapes my lips before I can stop it.
“Look at that,” Havoc growls behind me, his voice carrying across the room. “My baby girl’s pushing back for more. You like having your tight little hole stretched open, don’t you?”
I should be embarrassed because I’m bent over a chair with the club watching Havoc finger my ass, but all I can focus on is how good it feels. His fingers twist slightly, scissoring gently to stretch me further, and I find myself rocking back, seeking more of that forbidden pleasure.
“Yes,” I whisper, then louder when his free hand slaps my ass lightly, “Yes, I like it.”
“Goddamn,” Havoc’s voice is rough with lust. “Would you look at this? My sweet little Sasha’s a fucking anal slut.” He pushes his fingers deeper, twisting them again. “Pushing that pretty ass back, begging for more with her body.”
I whimper as his fingers press against some hidden spot that sends pleasure through my nerve endings. My hips develop a rhythm of their own, rocking back against his intrusion, accepting his fingers deeper.
“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Listen to her beg,” Havoc announces to the room.
“Never had anything in this tight little hole before tonight, and now she can’t get enough.
” His fingers thrust in with the rhythm I’ve created.
“You’re going to take my cock just like this, aren’t you, baby girl?
Going to rock back and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock while everyone watches. ”
“Fuck, look at her take it,” someone growls from behind us.
“Never seen a virgin ass open up so pretty,” another voice adds.
The comments surround me, a chorus of appreciation that should mortify me but instead fuels my arousal. There’s something intoxicating about being the center of this dark, primal attention.
Havoc’s two fingers work steadily inside me. Just as I adjust to the fullness, I feel more pressure—a third finger pressing against my already stretched rim.
“Please,” I whimper, not sure if I’m begging him to stop or continue.
“You want more, baby girl?” Havoc’s voice is rough with lust. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
“More,” I gasp, surprising myself. “Please, more.”
His third finger pushes inside, and I cry out, my knuckles white as I grip the chair for support.
“That’s it,” Havoc praises as club members groan around us. “Taking it so good for me.”
“Goddamn, she’s greedy for it,” someone comments.
“Born for this shit,” another voice adds.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I pant through the stretch, the initial discomfort gradually melting into that strange pleasure again. Havoc works his three fingers in a rhythm that has me rocking back against his hand.
“Ready for more?” he asks, his free hand smoothing over my lower back.
Before I can answer, I feel the pressure of his pinky finger joining the others. The stretch becomes almost unbearable, leaving me gasping for breath.
“Holy fuck,” someone mutters.
“Four fingers in that ass,” another adds.
Havoc pushes deeper until I feel his knuckles pressing against my entrance, my asshole stretched impossibly wide.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Four fingers to the knuckle. You’re ready for my cock now, baby girl.”
I feel empty as Havoc withdraws his fingers from my stretched hole. The air feels cool against my exposed, slick entrance. My body clenches involuntarily, already missing the fullness, already craving more.
“Look at that pretty little hole,” Havoc says, his voice thick with desire. “All stretched and ready for my cock.”
I hear the bottle cap flip open again, and the cool sensation of more lube being added onto my sensitive entrance. I flinch at the feeling, a small gasp escaping my lips.
“Stay still, baby girl,” Havoc commands, his hand pressing against my lower back.
The sounds around us fade into background noise as I focus entirely on what’s happening behind me. I can hear the slick, wet sounds of Havoc coating his cock with lube.
“Gonna feel so good inside this tight ass,” he mutters, almost to himself.
My heart hammers in my chest as I feel the head of his cock press against my asshole.
Despite the thorough preparation, I tense immediately, painfully aware of how much bigger his cock is than his fingers.
The pressure increases as he positions himself, the thick head pushing insistently against the tight ring of muscle.
“Relax for me,” Havoc encourages, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “Breathe, baby.”
I try to focus on my breathing, forcing my muscles to relax despite the intimidating pressure. His cock feels massive against my tight entrance—hot, hard, and impossibly large. I grip the chair tighter, attempting to stay in position.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as he applies steady pressure. “Open up for Daddy.”
I bite my lip, bracing myself for the inevitable stretch. My body trembles with anticipation.
Havoc’s hands grip my hips firmly, steadying me. “When I push, I need you to bear down,” he instructs, his voice gentle despite the audience around us. “Push like you’re trying to force me out. It makes it easier.”
“I—okay,” I whisper, confused by the counterintuitive direction.
I feel him increase the pressure, the thick head of his cock demanding entrance. Following his instructions, I bear down against the intrusion, pushing as if trying to expel him.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he encourages. “Just like that.”
To my surprise, the resistance gives way, and the head of his cock slips inside. The sensation is overwhelming—a fullness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I let out a sound that’s half moan, half squeal.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, fingernails digging crescents into the chair. It feels so much bigger than his fingers, stretching me so wide. The sensation is strange—pain and pleasure mixed together in a way that makes my head spin.
“Breathe,” Havoc reminds me, one hand stroking my lower back soothingly. “You’ve done the hardest part now.”
I focus on my breathing, trying to relax as my body adjusts to this new fullness. He holds perfectly still, letting me acclimate to just the head of his cock stretching my tight rim.
When my breathing stabilizes, Havoc begins to rock gently, tiny shallow movements that never push deeper but gradually soften the resistance of my muscles. Each small thrust sends sparks of sensation through me—not quite pleasure yet, but moving steadily in that direction.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Taking me so well, baby girl.”
The shallow rocking continues until my body begins to yield, the initial sting fading into a fullness that makes me whimper. Only then does Havoc push deeper, sliding another inch inside with deliberate slowness, inch by excruciating inch, until I feel his hips press against my ass cheeks.
“That’s it,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise. “Taking all of Daddy’s cock in this tight ass.”
The initial pain transforms into something else—a deep, forbidden pleasure that radiates through my entire body. I can’t believe how full I feel, how completely possessed.
“God, look at her take it,” someone says from behind us. “Whole fucking cock disappeared in that little hole.”
The reminder that we’re being watched sends another surge of arousal through me. I’m no longer just tolerating this invasion—I want more. My body acts on its own, pushing back against Havoc, seeking deeper penetration even though he’s already buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Havoc growls, sounding surprised. “Look at my good girl, pushing back for more.”
I rock my hips backward, establishing a rhythm that has Havoc cursing under his breath. The friction of his thick shaft moving inside my untouched passage sends waves of pleasure radiating through my core.
“You like this, don’t you?” Havoc taunts, his voice carrying for everyone to hear. “Like having your virgin ass stretched open on my cock while everyone watches.”
“Yes,” I moan, beyond shame now. “God, yes.”
“Tell them,” he commands, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “Tell everyone how much you love taking Daddy’s cock in your ass.”
My face burns with humiliation, but the words spill out anyway. “I love it. Love your cock in my ass, Daddy.”
The club members groan and curse around us, their appreciation fueling my arousal.
“Fucking hell,” Stray, one of the nomads I met tonight, comments from somewhere nearby. “Never seen a girl take to anal her first time like this.”
“Born for it,” Ace adds, his voice strained.
I lose myself in the sensation, actively fucking myself back onto Havoc’s thick shaft, taking control of my pleasure while he grips my hips and lets me work.
Havoc tightens his grip on my hips and takes control, pulling me back against him as he thrusts forward, setting a pace that steals my breath.
“You feel that, baby girl?” His voice drops to a dangerous growl that carries across the room. “Feel how deep Daddy’s cock is in this tight little ass? Gonna fuck you till you can’t walk straight.”
Each thrust drives deeper, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. The initial burn has transformed completely into a fullness that verges on transcendent.
“You’re taking it so fucking good,” Havoc pants, his rhythm increasing. “Made for this, made for me. Gonna fill this tight ass with my cum. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Please, Daddy.”
“Gonna breed this perfect little ass,” he growls, reaching around to find my clit. “Gonna pump it full while everyone watches.”
His fingers rub tight circles over my sensitive bud, the dual sensation overwhelming me. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for fullness, while my ass stretches around his thick shaft.
“That’s it, baby,” Havoc encourages as I start to tremble. “Squirt for Daddy again. Let everyone see how good I make you feel.”
His fingers work magic on my clit as his cock pistons in and out of my ass. The pressure builds impossibly fast, a tidal wave I can’t fight. When it crashes over me, I scream his name, my entire body convulsing as another gush of liquid sprays from my pussy onto the floor below.
“Fuck!” Havoc roars, his rhythm faltering as my body clamps down on him. “Taking it so good, baby girl. Here it comes—”
His cock pulses inside me as he drives deep one final time, holding me flush against him as he fills me with hot spurts. I feel every throb, every jet of cum painting my insides as he groans through his release.
When the last shudder passes through him, Havoc spins me around and captures my mouth in a passionate kiss, deep and possessive. His hands cradle my face with surprising tenderness.
“Perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, his eyes locked on mine. “Absolutely perfect.”