Chapter 26 #3
Cool lube drizzled over her tight little hole. She swallowed, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating. She heard him tear the packet open. The anticipation made her dizzy.
She felt the crown against her twitching ring, the pressure was slow but relentless. The ring was forced open as he impaled her with his cock, which was too huge for that spot.
“Oh my God!”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Master Rory, please, please, please,” she cried, clutching the sheets in her fists. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
He was completely still, but he didn’t withdraw.
“Relax, kitten.”
“I can’t!”
“You better whisper unless you want an audience for this.”
Her face, already massively flushed from the exertion of clenching every muscle, heated still further till she felt she would burst into flames.
Tears filled her eyes. She was totally overwhelmed.
Should she use her safeword? They could always try again another night.
But she wanted him to take her like this. And every way there was.
“I stretched you almost this much Tuesday night. You took that.”
“I was out of my mind!” she yelled in a whisper. She had been out of her mind with arousal. This was a thousand times more intense. Her whole consciousness was sharply focused on the searing sensation where their bodies were connected.
His fingers slid between her lips and into her pussy. “Soaking. Yeah, you’re hating this,” he murmured.
He rubbed her clit slowly, occasionally cupping her sex in his palm which moved her a fraction of an inch on his cock. The pain had subsided, replaced by a feeling of being too stretched. Her ring burned and ached, but the sensation had begun to radiate forward as pleasure too.
“Please…you can’t just stay like that,” she said, her voice wobbly to match her shaking legs.
“I can. All night if I want.”
“Sir!”
“Ready to take more?”
“Yes,” she whispered. A part of her was enjoying the pain and the helplessness so much. She was all his now. He owned every bit of her.
More cool gel dripped into the crevice, and he massaged it onto both of them.
“Slow please.”
“I’ll go whatever pace I want,” he said, making her pussy clench at the threat, but for once he wasn’t rough. He eased in deeper. “You’re so fuckin’ tight back here you’re making me sweat, too. Relax, kitten,” he said, pinching her sore butt.
“It’s not me,” she said, her voice catching. “I’m normal. You’re the one who’s not.”
He laughed. “Yeah, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to ask me to fuck you like this, was it? Too late now.”
“I didn’t ask! Oh my God.” She bit her fist. She didn’t think he could get any bigger, but he was wider at the base she realized. It was impossible. And yet…
Finally she felt him against her ass and knew he was all the way inside her. He paused for a moment, stroking her clit and pussy, then added more lube.
She cried into the sheets, but a part of her loved this. He’d claimed her anal virginity, forcing her to take him in a way most girls couldn’t. He was so thick; all she could do was try to lie still and breathe through the overwhelming sensations.
“You know what to say to end it. If you can’t take it, say the word.” His voice was hard. He was keeping her under him, in case she could go on.
“I don’t think you’d stop even if I did,” she said through tears. She knew perfectly well that he would stop immediately if she used her safeword, but she wanted to pretend otherwise.
“No. I wouldn’t,” he said, pulling back an inch and then pressing forward. “I’m gonna fuck you every way there is. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Please,” she said, but even as she said it, her pussy spasmed, and she pushed her hips back.
He growled, like an animal, and began to move like one. With raw and powerful thrusts, he went balls deep into her backside. It was excruciatingly intense. Her protesting ring was stretched wide, aching. It was the ultimate submission, her body a slave to his pleasure.
Feeling him move inside her struck a deep chord over and over. Her clit rubbed against the mattress, the pleasure connecting with Master Rory’s deep possession of her ass. She struggled and gasped, strangling the sheets in her fists.
The orgasm ripped through her and he slowed to stillness as her asshole clenched and unclenched reflexively around his invading cock.
“Mmm,” he said in a low voice. He bent his arms, so his chest brushed her back. “No condom next time. If you’re gonna milk my cock like that, you must want me to fill you with cum. Is that what you want?”
“No, please,” she rasped as his hips rocked, penetrating her with small pulses.
He bit her earlobe, then he spoke, his voice a low rumble. “Liar.”
He rose up and gripped her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises. Then he started in again with merciless strokes, using her so long that the aching pain returned.
When he finally came, he said the word fuck like it had been torn from his throat. She crumpled onto the bed, hearing him pant despite the rushing sound in her ears.
A few moments passed. He got off the bed. She shuddered, feeling cold, but too spent to move. Rory returned and dropped next to her. Turning her over, he dragged her to him. The warmth and strength of his body triggered her raw emotions again. Her crying intensified.
“My baby, you are so fucking brave.” He jerked the covers over them and held her tight, rubbing her back.
“Your body is so strong to take me like that, and it felt so good to be inside you there. When you give yourself to me, every single time, it’s like being high on a drug so powerful… you blow my mind.”
She didn’t know why she was still crying when she was happy. For some reason, she couldn’t stop.
“I know,” he said, stroking her hair. “I know, baby. It’s too much. I wish I could say I’ll never put you through anything like that again. But we both know I will.”
The next day, she was sore in one particular spot, which gave her a thrill. She liked that he’d taken her that way, that it had hurt and felt good. Thinking about the night before almost made her forget about the other places she was sore.
She soaked in a tub of warm soapy water.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m ok. Just a little sore,” she said, toweling off.
“Let me see.”
“See what?”
“Bend over the sink and spread your legs.”
“No,” she said, mortified.
Kate knew this was a big thing a lot of Doms did, examining their pets, but he didn’t usually and she didn’t want him to start. It was one thing to do whatever he wanted when they were playing their games, but standing in a fully lit bathroom was different.
“Did you just tell me no?” he asked, genuinely surprised.
“I’m fine, Sir. I swear,” she said, trying to walk by him.
He caught her arm, stopping her progress.
Then they heard her mom’s voice and knocking from down the hall. Her mother had come upstairs.
Kate froze.
“It’s all right,” Rory whispered in her ear. “Tell her you’re taking a bath. She won’t know I’m in here. She’s not gonna open the guest room door.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I met her. And she met me.”
Kate swallowed, anxiety ticking up a notch. He was right though. Her mom wasn’t the type of person to open a closed guest room door, especially not one that led to a room where a young man might be lying on a bed naked.
Kate still couldn’t make herself say anything. They heard footsteps on the stairs, presumably her mom descending.
“That was close,” Kate whispered. “We should go,” she said, hoping he’d been distracted enough to have forgotten what he’d been about to do.
“Nice try, kitten.” He gave her a little push toward the vanity.
“You don’t need to.”
“I know, but you told me no, so now I want to.”
She gave him a frustrated look.
He smirked. “Keep it up. There are so many ways to punish naughty kittens that I haven’t tried yet.”
“Or,” she said sweetly and dropped her towel. She pressed her body against his and kissed him. “You could do something else to me while I’m conveniently naked.”
He gripped her ass with his hand and pressed an index finger against her sore ring.
“Like fuck you in your ass again?”
“No,” she said, clucking her tongue. “It’s too soon.”
She tried to wiggle away, but he held her in place and continued to touch her there.
“You wouldn’t again. Not yet,” she said.
He shook his head and let her go. “Bend over the sink.”
She huffed out a sigh, but did as he bade her. He spread her cheeks and she blushed. Ridiculously, she started to flush from more than embarrassment. Was there anything he could do to her that wouldn’t make her want him?
“That little star is really small. I honestly don’t know how you didn’t tear.”
“It’s a miracle, Sir. You should alert the pope.”
He gave her butt a slap, then let her go. She stood up immediately.
“Is it all right if I get dressed?” she whispered.
He nodded but then stopped her again. “Are you really ok? Tell me the truth.” He looked so serious and concerned that it made her heart squeeze.
“I’m not hurt. I promise.”
“You know we were playing when you said I wouldn’t stop for your safeword and I agreed, right?
That was part of the scene. I want to be clear.
Nothing’s changed since the last time we talked about this.
If you think you’re hurt or in danger of that, you need to use your safeword.
I’ll never be angry or disappointed. I’ll only be upset if we go too far. Promise you’ll stop me.”
“I promise I’ll really think about it.”
He frowned. “Kitten—”
“It’s not that I want you to damage me. I don’t.
It’s just that I’m not sure sometimes whether I’ll get hurt or not.
Last night I know I didn’t get hurt because you were careful.
You waited till I could handle it. If you’d started out in the beginning moving the way you did at the end, you would’ve ripped me apart.
You say you get lost in the moment, but I don’t think you do, not until you know it’s safe. ”
“It hurt a lot at first?”