Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
K iera
I waited.
And waited.
Until finally, I heard him move.
I braced myself, every muscle tensing as he walked toward the bed.
I heard the soft sound of a drawer, and then I felt the bed dip behind me as he climbed on. His hands brushed the sides of my hips, and I tensed. I bit my lip so hard I thought I might have drawn blood.
“You’re so beautiful like this, fully exposed, ready and waiting for your very first bottom fucking,” he mused, and my cheeks reddened as my clit thrummed between my thighs. I shifted a bit, yearning to hide and knowing that he was seeing everything I both wanted him to see and didn’t want him to see.
I swallowed hard, the anticipation growing inside me. I had no idea what to expect, but somehow, the unknown was more terrifying than anything else.
Ronan’s hand stroked the curve of my ass cheek and down the back of my thigh, then up again. The gentleness of the touch was almost more overwhelming than anything else.
“Please, sir,” I whispered.
He chuckled softly, and his fingers slid higher, his palm caressing the soft skin of my backside. It was such a tender gesture, such a stark contrast to what was coming, that I found myself holding my breath, waiting.
“You’re trembling, love,” he said quietly, and I sucked in a breath.
“I’m nervous, sir,” I replied, my voice hardly above a whisper.
“I know you are, sweet girl, but you earned this, didn’t you?” he countered, and a shiver of arousal rolled right down my spine and settled deep in my core. I tried to ignore the rising heat within my body, but it was hard. It was so very hard.
I heard him shift behind me and then his hands were on me, tracing the inner curve of my buttock and glancing against my pussy.
“So nervous, yet so wet, naughty girl,” he mused. “You’re glistening with your arousal. I can see it dripping down these pretty thighs.”
I blushed hard and closed my eyes, my pussy clenching at his observation. The worst part of all was that I knew he was one hundred percent right.
I was soaking wet.
He had barely even touched me, and I was ready to come.
“I’m going to open this naughty little hole slowly, love. I’m going to take my time and you’re going to take everything I give you like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, shifting slightly as my clit throbbed with need.
Ronan moved behind me, his fingers brushing my pussy, teasing the seam between my outer lips. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I whimpered, arching my back.
His thumb slipped inside me, just a fraction, and then out again. The movement was torturously slow, and I found myself rocking my hips, desperate for more.
“Look at this needy little pussy. It’s a shame that it isn’t going to get any attention tonight,” he teased, and I shivered hard. Without a word, he lightly slapped between my legs, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for the wet splatting sound to fill the room. My thighs tensed, but I knew better than to move.
I didn’t want to earn his belt too. My heart dropped suddenly at the thought and the question fell off my lips before I could stop it.
“Are you going to spank me?” I asked.
“No. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just going to deal with your naughty little asshole. But don’t worry, love. By the time I’m through punishing it, you’ll be one sorry little girl,” he answered.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself. My clit throbbed with unfulfilled desire, the heat between my legs growing with every second that passed. I was soaked, desperate for some sort of release, but I knew it wasn’t coming anytime soon.
Ronan shifted behind me, and then his hands were on my ass again, his thumbs spreading me wide. I cried out, but he just opened me that much more, fully exposing my asshole to his view. I could feel him staring down at me and that simply made me blush that much hotter.
I felt him move again, and then his hands disappeared. A moment later, his palm pressed against the small of my back, steadying me. My body tensed, anticipation humming under my skin as he reached down, his fingers trailing over my slickness, coating themselves in the evidence of my arousal.
And then he brought his fingers up, pressing them against my tightly clenched hole.
I couldn’t help it when I tensed, but he didn’t push into me right away like I expected. Instead, he circled my ring of muscle, slowly, surely.
I struggled with embarrassment and arousal as he teased me there. I tried to pretend it was my pussy he was touching, but that didn’t work because all I could think about was that it was my asshole he was rimming and how much a deep, dark part of me was enjoying it.
He teased me that way for a while longer until all I could feel was pleasure radiating through my every limb. I gasped when his finger finally pushed against me. The pressure was intense, and I could feel my muscles trying to resist him. But he was patient, and eventually, he broke through.
I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped me as the first little wave of pain washed over me.
“My goodness, love, you’re getting so much wetter,” he murmured, and my cheeks flamed red hot. I tried to pull away, but his other hand pressed against my hip, holding me in place.
I squirmed, but his grip only tightened. He didn’t let me move, and as much as the invasion stung, his control over me had arousal flooding my system.
I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay still.
He pumped that single finger in and out of me, slowly enough to make me catch my breath as a frisson of pleasure raced straight down to my clit.
I wasn’t supposed to like this.
Right?
This was a punishment. I was supposed to feel ashamed that he was punishing me this way.
But I didn’t.
Not even a little bit.
The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I gasped.
My whole body went rigid, and my head spun. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel, what to say. All I knew was that every time he pushed his thick digit into my asshole, the pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
Then he added a second finger, and the pain pinched a bit deeper this time.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, and Ronan chuckled.
“I’m going to fuck this tight little ass with two fingers, love. You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you? Because you need to learn a lesson, don’t you?”
I shuddered, my breath coming in short gasps as he worked his fingers into me, opening up my reluctant hole whether I wanted him to or not.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
It was humiliating, and it was intoxicating. The fact that I was enjoying it only made it worse. Or maybe better. I wasn’t sure.
“Sir, please,” I begged, my body trembling.
“You can’t tell me you don’t like this, sweet girl. I know you’d come in seconds if I touched you right now, wouldn’t you?” he replied, and I knew he was right.
With every thrust of his fingers, the pain grew less, and the pleasure grew more, and soon I was rocking back against him, my breath catching as a small moan escaped me.
And then he added a third finger, working it in me with gradual pressure and easy thrusts. I moaned again, trying not to enjoy myself.
Trying not to think about how much I was enjoying his fingers in my asshole.
Trying not to think about how much I would probably enjoy his cock there too.
The pain was there once more, but it was dulled through the haze of arousal I’d gotten caught up in. I closed my eyes as his fingers thrust in and out of my sore little hole, and another soft moan escaped my lips.
I tried not to like it.
I failed.
He pumped his fingers into me, over and over, the pain growing less with each passing second. I couldn’t help but squirm, pushing back against him.
The pleasure grew, and my breathing got heavier.
Ronan didn’t let up. He just kept fucking me with his fingers, pushing them in and out, opening me up for his cock. He twisted his fingers, and the friction had me crying out.
“You’re doing so well, love. You’re opening up so very nicely for me,” he praised, and his words sent a bolt of pleasure racing straight down to my clit. I wanted to reach back and touch it, but I didn’t dare.
I moaned, louder this time, my body tensing as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.
Oh, God.
If he kept this up, I was going to come.
That realization cast a vast net of shame over me, catching me in its threads and dragging me down to the depths as a wave of arousal swirled through me.
“Please,” I gasped, though I had no idea what I was begging for.
His fingers slowed, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Without a word, he pulled them out of my asshole, leaving me feeling empty and bereft, but he didn’t leave me that way for long.
A second later, the tip of something cold and hard pressed against my newly opened hole.
I froze, the air leaving my lungs.
“It’s just a plug. It’s going to hurt, love,” Ronan warned. “But it’s necessary.”
My clit throbbed. My heartbeat pounded. I knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier.
He didn’t ask if I was ready. He just thrust the bulbous metal toy in my ass with a rough push.
The pain was instant. Blazing hot, unlike anything I’d ever felt. My hands fisted the sheets as the plug pushed into me, stretching my ring of muscle much wider than it had ever gone before. I tried not to tense, but it was too difficult. My body fought against the intrusion, trying to force the plug out, but he was so much stronger.
He pushed more of it inside me, stretching me wider.
I whimpered, and he paused, letting me adjust to the fullness. Then, without warning, he shoved it the rest of the way, burying the plug deep inside me.
My entire body clenched. Tears burned in my eyes, and I struggled not to cry.
It hurt.
God, it hurt.
For several seconds, the painful agony rolled through me, hot and vicious and ruthlessly brutal, but when it finally began to ebb away, I breathed a sigh of relief.
And then Ronan started to move the plug.
He worked it in and out, slowly and steadily, opening me up. I shuddered, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through my veins as he fucked my virgin asshole with the steel toy.
It was the most humiliating thing I’d ever experienced, and yet I’d never been more turned on.
“How’s it feel, love?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just whimpered, not wanting to admit how much of an effect this was having on me. The steel plug was heavy inside of me. I’d never felt so full in my life. It was a taboo, foreign feeling and I couldn’t deny that I liked it.
“Answer me, little girl ,” he warned.
“It hurts, but…” I replied, my voice tapering off.
“You want to come for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded, shame filling me.
He didn’t reply. He just moved the plug in and out, in and out, until the pain lessened and the pleasure grew.
I could feel my orgasm building, a tight knot deep in my belly. I tried to fight it, but I could feel myself sailing closer and closer to the edge.
I couldn’t…
I couldn’t come like this.
And then, just as I was about to sail over the brink, he stopped. He pulled the plug out with a slow, deliberate motion and I cried out of the sudden loss of fullness.
“Not yet, love. You’ll come with my cock buried deep in your naughty little ass and not a moment before,” he said.
“Sir,” I whispered, shuddering at the wicked volley of pleasure that spiraled through me at his words.
I heard him move behind me, and then the sound of his zipper lowering filled the room. My heart leapt into my throat and then his hand landed on my back, firm and commanding.
“Arch your back, love. Show me you’re going to be a good girl for your punishment,” he coaxed, and I couldn’t help but be obedient.
With a shaky breath, I arched my back, spreading my legs wider, knowing that I was fully exposed to him.
I could feel the heat of his body behind me, could practically hear the beating of his heart as he settled in. I didn’t dare look back at him, not daring to meet his eyes, but the anticipation of what was coming had my body trembling with need.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, and my heart nearly burst with joy in my chest.
His cock brushed against my wet pussy, and I gasped.
“This little pussy is so wet, I’m not going to even need to use lube to fuck your bottom, naughty girl,” he said darkly, and my heart cinched tight just as he thrust into me with one hard stroke.
One.
Two.
Three times he thrust into me, thoroughly coating his cock with my own arousal before he pulled out. When the blazing hot head of his cock pressed against my asshole, I gasped and tried to crawl away, but he easily held me in place with a single hand on my waist.
He started pressing inside my tight rim of muscle and I panicked.
Not the ‘you didn’t study for a pop quiz’ type of panic.
But a real panic, the type of panic I felt from the top of my scalp all the way down to the tips of my toes. I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.
If anything, it only pushed him onward.
Inch by slow inch, his cock drove into my reluctant hole. My vision blurred, and my lungs seized. The pain was immediate, white hot, and intense.
His cock filled my tight hole, stretching me more than the plug had. It felt like I was being split open, like my insides were being torn apart.
How much more would it have hurt if he hadn’t prepared me for this?
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I choked back a sob, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe.
Ronan held himself still inside me, and a shudder ran through his body.
“Your little asshole is so very tight,” he said, his voice rough and uneven. He was holding back, waiting for me to adjust. My chest felt constricted, my lungs burning for air, but I couldn’t seem to get enough.
“It hurts,” I said, my voice just as shaky.
“It’s supposed to, naughty girl. You’re being punished,” he replied, and a hot string of arousal pulsed through me, momentarily pushing aside the pain. My asshole throbbed and clenched around him, the deep pain still racing up and down my spine, but eventually it started to lessen.
“I don’t want—” I began, but he quickly cut me off.
“Don’t lie to me, love. I know how much you’re enjoying yourself. I felt it with every clench of your tight ass around my fingers and my cock. Not every girl has a needy little bottom hole, but I can tell that you do,” he said, his voice hoarse and full of dark promise.
Then he leaned forward, his hand reaching underneath me between my legs and he pinched my clit.
I shattered.
A sob caught in the back of my throat as a blinding pleasure shot through me. I couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t control myself, couldn’t stop myself.
My whole body shuddered, my asshole clenching down hard on his cock. The pleasure mixed with the pain, and suddenly, the lines between the two became blurred.
I couldn’t tell which was what as the world tilted sideways. My inner walls fluttered around empty air as red-hot pleasure raced through me.
My toes curled and my fingers dug into the sheets beneath me. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing everything else away until there was nothing left but me and him and his cock buried deep in my ass.
My pleasure started to ebb, and the pain returned, slamming back into me with a vengeance. My asshole pulsed with residual soreness, almost piercingly so, and I let out a cry.
“That’s the last time I’m going to touch that sweet little pussy of yours, love. From now on, you’re just going to come and come and come while I fuck this needy little hole of yours,” he warned.
Then, without waiting for me to catch my breath, he drew back and slammed back into me.
The pain was immediate and overwhelming. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.
All I could do was feel.
He fucked me hard and deep, each thrust driving his cock into my sore little hole, his hips slapping against the skin of my bottom.
“Such a naughty girl, making me punish this defiant little ass with my cock,” he mused, and I blushed hard as a fresh wave of shame at being punished this way crashed over me.
Because it wasn’t that this felt wrong.
It was because it felt infinitely right.
Every thrust brought another wave of pain and pleasure, the two mixing and mingling together until I couldn’t tell one from the other. I couldn’t see straight. All I could do was hold still, take it, and hope that I could survive this.
Ronan gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh, sure to leave bruises.
The pain only added to the pleasure, and I found myself pushing back against him, taking him deeper, and despite everything inside me that tried to stop it, my desire rose unabated once more.
I didn’t want to come again.
But I did.
I came once. Then twice. Then a third time, and I knew that there would be no denying how much I enjoyed having my bottom fucked after this. My clit pulsed and my pussy clenched, my muscles growing tired from the strain.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept fucking me, his cock thrusting in and out, stretching and opening and punishing me. The pain was still there, but the pleasure was stronger.
And I came again.
My whole body trembled and my vision blurred. Vicious ecstasy spiraled through me, setting every single nerve on fire. My moans of pleasure quickly turned to screams of agonizing bliss. Soon enough, those screams transformed into something that sounded more like an animal than human.
I lost count of how many times I came.
I lost count of how many times I cried out.
I lost count of how many times I moaned and screamed.
I lost count of everything except for the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, the harsh slap of his hips against my bottom, and the pain and pleasure that seemed to consume every inch of me.
At some point, the world started to fade. Everything grew hazy, and a strange sort of calm washed over me. It was like being submerged underwater, floating and drifting with no real destination.
It felt peaceful.
And then, just as I was on the verge of losing myself entirely, his hands tightened on my hips, and he buried himself deep inside me with a low growl.
I moaned softly, feeling the hot jets of his cum coating my insides. My sore little asshole clenched around his cock, milking him, trying to take everything he had.
My entire body went limp, my face falling to the sheets as he slowly pulled out of me. My asshole twitched, gaping and open and sore, and a shiver ran through me as I felt his cum leak out and drip down the lips of my pussy.
I didn’t move, too exhausted and spent to do much else.
All I could do was lie there, trembling and aching and feeling a bone-deep satisfaction that I hadn’t even known was possible.
Ronan didn’t say a word. He just gently gathered me into his arms and held me to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, loud and steady, and it brought a strange sense of calm to me.
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his body and the sound of his heartbeat wash over me.
Gently, he kissed the top of my head, and a wave of deep satisfaction wove through me.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “You took your punishment so very well.”
Unable to help myself, I smiled.
I had, hadn’t I?