Chapter 6
One of the things on the ground that she’d noticed but not made note of turned out to be a bottle of lube. Another was a small pouch with black medical gloves in it.
Mara twisted to watch Cole put a black medical glove on over his leather ones.
“Why do you wear gloves?” she asked.
He arched a brow but didn’t answer. Or maybe his answer was pouring some lube out on his fingers.
“Cheek on the chair. Reach back and spread your ass.”
Cool, slick fingers stroked her anus once she spread herself, and Mara dug her fingernails into her own ass cheeks as she shivered in pleasure.
“How do you feel about panal?”
“What?”
“The word anal, but add a P in front of it. In porn it usually means painful anal, but I know a few people who think of it as punishment anal.”
“Punishment anal… You mean anal without any prep or lube so that it deliberately does damage?”
“No. Well, I guess some sick fuckers might mean it that way.”
“How do you mean it?”
“If you were a good girl, maybe I’d be gentle and prep you, open you up with one finger instead of straight to two.”
Cole had been stroking the ring of her anus as they spoke, applying pressure but not direct enough to penetrate. Now, the tip of one finger breached. She clenched in reaction to the pleasure, not in an attempt to keep him out.
Cole gave her a few breaths to adjust before he pressed deeper, the bump of his knuckle entering her.
“And then?” Mara asked, breathless.
“Then I wouldn’t be gentle. Straight to cock. I’d make you take it.” He shoved his finger the rest of the way into her ass. “Prepped enough that I wouldn’t really hurt you, but your muscles wouldn’t be that loose. You’d feel it.”
“That,” she breathed. “Let’s do that.”
His low, rumbling chuckle made her smile against the cushions, even as a thread of worry wound through her. That hadn’t been a very submissive thing to say. And she still hadn’t called him Sir or Master. She’d been using his first name.
While she respected his desire for her to use the term only when it came instinctively, she wasn’t sure her instincts would ever hit that point.
She’d monitor his reactions the next few times she called him Cole to see if he looked visibly irritated or distressed.
If that was the case, she would start using “Sir” and pretend it had been instinctive.
“You’re making me want to go back to fucking that sweet pussy, Brown Eyes.”
“Another excellent option.”
This time, he laughed out loud and then started to pump his finger in and out of her bottom. Her secret smile melted away as her eyes fluttered closed.
Several times, he withdrew his finger completely, teased her entrance with soft petting, then thrust his finger in all the way in one firm push.
She was rocking back to meet him in tiny movements that felt massive, when he put a hand on her hip to hold her still so he could carefully work a second finger into her.
Mara rocked forward now, away from his touch, as the width of two knuckles started to penetrate.
“No.” He punctuated the rebuke by reaching under and pinching one nipple. “Hold still.” With the final quick punishment, he tugged on her nipple and let her go.
Soft whimpers were vibrating low in her throat, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t embarrassed. The sounds were raw and real. Sounds of both pain and need.
He worked two fingers all the way into her ass, pausing at several points to add more lube both to his fingers and then directly to her anus. The slippery wet noises weren’t quite as obscene as the ones from him fucking her mouth, but it was close.
When he removed his fingers, Mara stayed in place. The floor was cold and hard under her knees, but besides that, she was relatively comfortable with her shoulders and cheek pillowed on the chair. Even with the lack of knee cushion, she was happy to wait.
Without speaking, Cole grabbed her thighs and adjusted her position. She was surprised when instead of forcing her to spread her knees farther apart, he patted the outside of each thigh until she brought her legs together.
Instead of kneeling between her legs, he straddled her calves and gripped her hips, making minute adjustments to the angle.
The head of Cole’s cock was hot and slippery with either lube or his own pre-cum. It also felt impossibly broad. After the lovely taper of his fingers, this was wonderfully and terrifyingly different.
There would be no easy glide that gradually spread her open.
“I’m going to fuck this sweet ass,” Cole growled, his voice lower and rougher than before. He was on edge.
She wondered if he had a condom on or was going to fill her ass with his cum.
Then her thoughts scattered to the four corners by the sudden heavy invasion of his cock. He breached her asshole, forcing it open wide all at once. More whimpers, louder than before, vibrated through her. They were sounds of distress, but they didn’t deter him.
Whatever mad dark thing inside him that enjoyed her suffering made him pull all the way out, wait for her anus to clench fully closed, then slam back in. That same beautiful darkness lived in her, and now, the sounds she made started as whimpers but ended as moans of pleasure.
Cole’s hips slammed into her ass, and somehow the vibration of that impact traveled down to her sex.
With her legs clamped tightly closed, there was just enough pressure on her clit to make her aware of the jiggling movement.
She’d never orgasmed from anal alone, but this was doing nothing to cool the fire inside her.
Sometimes anal sex was calming. She’d always assumed it was because having her ass used or played with made her feel more submissive, and that peaceful existence was actually some form of subspace that she was accessing. Having her ass pounded by Cole changed that theory.
She felt wildly, perfectly submissive yet far from calm. Her body hummed with need, but not just sexual need for orgasm, but a need for more. More being used. More pain that became pleasure, or pleasure pushed to the point of pain. More being tossed around like a doll, each of her holes fucked.
With a snarl, Cole’s hand fisted in her hair, jerking her head up. He pulled hard on her hair, forcing her head and shoulders up but also back until her torso was bent in an arch. That kept her ass tilted at just the right angle for him to sink all the way in with each heavy thrust.
He shifted his hold from her hair to her neck, gripping the front of her throat and bringing her head back until it raised to his shoulder. Now, she could feel his heavy exhales against her cheek and jaw, and the sound of his hard breaths echoed in her ear.
Mara tried to bring her hands to the chair, but even with her arms stretched out, it wasn’t doing much. Instead, she reached up and back behind Cole’s head, holding onto him.
Her sore nipples were treated to more abuse from his free hand. Pinched and rolled, slapped and pulled. Now, there were no more whimpers, only moans and soft yelps.
“Fuck. I’m close,” he panted. “I get rough when I’m about to come.”
Nothing changed as he thrust into her several more times. Dimly, she realized that he was giving her a chance to say something. Maybe to warn him that she didn’t think she could handle anything rougher than this.
What she could handle didn’t matter anymore. What she needed was to feel the full weight of Cole’s orgasm roughness. She wanted her body marked by the raw sexual mean intensity and domination that would grip him at the pinnacle of his own orgasm.
Such complex words and thoughts were beyond her, so instead, she softened in his grip, letting her body go limp and accepting where possible.
Her arms, previously tensed as she held on, gripping the back of his neck, were now more relaxed, though she kept them up and back, her hands merely resting against the back of his neck.
He squeezed her neck hard, but only for a fraction of a second.
Then he forced three fingers into her mouth so deep that she gagged, while his free hand slapped her tits.
Hard. Each strike came up from below, hitting the oddly insensitive skin on the underside of each breast and making them bounce and jiggle.
All this while still pistoning his cock in and out of her aching, stretched ass.
He snarled something that might have been “Fuck” and then shoved her back down over the chair, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust in hard and erratic bursts before finally going still with a guttural moan.
Mara was panting against the fabric of the chair, her anus throbbing in time with her heartbeat, his big cock still filling her.
They were silent except for the sound of their breathing before Cole gently eased out of her ass.
She stayed still, too repleat to feel even a hint of embarrassment as he checked her anus, then made her spread her knees so he could check her pussy too.
Then he was up and moving, and without his big, hot body actively in contact with hers, she wasn’t able to ignore the pain in her knees anymore.
Mara eased into a sitting position on the floor, stretching out her legs and rubbing her red knees.
Cole returned and crouched to watch her rubbing.
She wondered if he would apologize for not making sure she knelt on a cushion. Or if he would feel so guilty that she’d have to comfort him.
Instead, he smirked. “Looks like you spent a lot of time on your knees, Brown Eyes.”
The pet name was back, and she was absurdly, and probably pathetically, happy about that.
Cole helped her to her feet, gripping her by her upper arms when she swayed.
When she was ready, he led her over to the bed.
She’d been naked for a while now, but walking beside him fully nude while he was somehow still wearing his leather pants, felt different in this moment.
She was more naked in feeling, if not actuality.
Cole pulled back the satiny coverlet to reveal the crisp white sheets used on all the beds in Las Palmas.
She slid gratefully onto the mattress, moaning in pleasure at being flat in bed. Cole left her, but only for a moment before crossing to the other side and climbing onto the bed with her, though he stayed on top of the satiny coverlet.
“Spread your legs.”
She glanced at him through her lashes as she obeyed. Now embarrassment curled through her but it wasn’t enough this stop her from both obeying and accepting the aftercare.
“Bend your knees too.”
She pulled her heels toward her ass and let her legs fall open.
Cole shifted so he was lying on the bed with his head and shoulders at her hips so that he could see both her sex and her face.
Then the sadistic bastard pulled a clit-sucking vibrator out of thin air.
Mara at first doubted what she saw in his hand, even as he hooked one arm under her thigh and used that hand to spread her labia, exposing her needy, plump clit to the air.
When he leaned in and carefully positioned the toy over the bud of her clit, she opened her mouth but couldn’t decide which W word she wanted to use.
She was glad the words didn’t actually escape her lips.
Cole flicked on the toy.