Chapter 7
T he following week passed much the same, except I’d given up on wearing my dirty white dress. I opted to play Eve to Brute’s Adam. Then, understandably, it was easier for us to fuck after Brute brought home dinner. And boy did we, like rabbits, every way I could imagine and some I couldn’t.
If I thought Brute took me before, the big guy wasn’t even asking “come” anymore.
No longer did he stroke himself to sleep.
He used me for his pleasure. Thankfully, I was a willing participant.
When I felt guilty or wrong, I’d think about how little choice I had in the matter, but that didn’t seem fair to Brute.
Because I was enjoying myself as much as him.
Afterward, I’d talk until we both fell asleep.
Brute wasn’t much different than what I’d been looking for in a husband, in Chris.
Someone to listen. Someone to care about me.
Fuck me hard. Sometimes I caught myself watching Brute the way I used to watch Chris.
Waiting for disappointment. But it never came.
Which made it worse. It made me wonder if Brute was too good to be real.
Was he really this loyal… or had he simply broken me down so gradually, I’d started to want the cage he built?
I wasn’t sure if I was being loved or tamed.
Brute even did all the cooking and cleaning.
I slept my days away, longing for the night when Brute would come home to ravish me.
The only thing missing was my work life.
However, since it was summer break, I was technically still getting paid.
If I ever made it home, my bank account would even be larger because all this was free.
One night, after we filled our bellies, Brute didn’t wait for us to clean up. He flipped me over and carted me to my knees, my ass in the air. He pressed my head down to the rough dirt and played with my pussy from behind while rubbing the head of his thick dick across my anus over and over.
God bless America .
He was going to fuck my ass. There wasn’t a CVS for thousands and thousands of miles. It’d be a lubeless adventure.
Was I up for anal?
Brute wasn’t asking or waiting.
Brute was taking. I was his. He was my protector, and I was his pleasure every night. He’d done his job, hunting and feeding us, and now it was my turn to submit to his massive, insatiable throbbing cock.
Spreading my ass cheeks apart, he bent behind me and licked my brown rose like an animal before wiggling his tongue to probe inside.
I couldn’t help but react, in a good way, squeaking while my face scraped the ground.
When I did, he came up on his knees, behind me again, jutting his fat dick between my cheeks.
Brute used his greasy hands from the animal we just ate to lube up his rod. Reaching around me, he clutched my breasts in his oily hands. I sighed in pleasure as he squeezed them. The savage used them for grip as he stabbed the head of his dick into my wrinkly pit.
“Wait,” I bellowed since I’d never done anal before. Not that Chris hadn’t begged.
Brute ignored me and growled before powerfully punching forward.
O.M.G .
Before I knew it, his huge dick was in. I tried to get away, but it was useless. Brute held me firm, determined to fuck my ass. My wiggling seemed to arouse him even more. Give him a challenge until he was all the way in my ass.
Then he moved.
Fuck.
But the more it hurt, the better it felt. And the more he moved, the more my pleasure grew. My pussy wept, wanting some action. As if he realized, Brute ran his hand down to work my clit. As much as I fought it, I enjoyed it. I came way before he did.
Groaning, Brute came quicker than usual.
Afterwards, I rested my head on his massive chest, which felt like a giant, slippery rock.
He wrapped me in his steel arms. He held me like he owned me, like he was proud of what he’d done.
I tried to tell myself it was love, or something close.
But a thought slithered in, uninvited. What if next time I said no…
and he didn’t stop? What if I wasn’t so horny and conflicted? What if I wasn’t enjoying it?
“You know, that was my first time. I was a butt virgin.”
Anal was my only sexual act gone undone. The only one I’d saved for my future husband. At least that was the excuse I’d given Chris.
I always rambled on after Brute fucked me, to keep my mind off the fact I was lost. I went on about how I thought I’d be marrying Chris someday until even the savage seemed annoyed.
He shifted about until I was no longer lying on him.
I shut up about Chris.
After about a minute, Brute carted me over to cuddle against him again. Listening to his heartbeat in the silent, pitch-black cave, I didn’t think anyone could’ve scored a more agreeable, sexier savage than I had in Brute.