Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
JANE
I briefly consider telling Chance that the light slaps on my bare sex aren’t much more of a punishment than the spanks he administers to my ass, but decide against it.
Sure, it stings a little initially—especially when I don’t know it’s coming—but then the heat pools in my core and makes me wetter than I already am.
He wants to know why I like him treating me like his own personal slut.
It’s not anything profound or psychologically disturbing.
In fact, it’s probably the most common reason a woman enjoys rough sex mixed with humiliation.
But I think it’s not the reason that matters to him as much as that I admit the reason to him.
In doing that, I’m taking ownership of my particular brand of kink instead of merely letting it languish in the shadows of my mind and internet browser.
“Jane?” he asks as he raises his hand, ready to strike me again.
I capture it between mine. “Okay, I’ll tell you.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to ignore how the head of his cock is prodding my lower back. Even if Chance weren’t attached to it, I think I’d have a love affair with his cock—it was that beautiful and felt that amazing.
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve always been good. The good daughter, the good student, the good citizen. I like the idea of being bad without any real life repercussions. I like how with you I can be dirty and bad and just plain wrong, and it’s okay. Though, I’m not sure why the humiliation aspect turns me on so much.”
“No reason to analyze it,” he says. “Only thing that matters is that it gets you off. Speaking of which…” I sigh as he begins circling my clit with the tip of his finger. “You like that?”
“Mm-hmmm.” I arch my back so I have room to grab his cock and stroke it while he pleasures me. The man has magical fingers, magical lips and tongue, a magical cock…yeah, I’ve decided he’s pretty much a unicorn with attitude, aka The Perfect Lover.
“As nice as that feels, I want at that ass,” he says, giving me a light tap on my hip. “On your knees, sweetness.”
I’m surprised that he called me sweetness. He’s used the casual endearment—at least, I assume it’s meant casually—plenty of times, but never during sex, and I wonder if he’s conscious of the slip or if it’s escaped him entirely.
I get into position, ass in the air and chest on the table. My breath shudders past my lips. There’s no hiding like this. Everything I own is on display. The insecurity and vulnerability floods me, heating me from the inside.
I can’t see what he’s doing, so I jump a little when his rough hands grab my ass. He chuckles, and I know he loves it when I’m on edge like this. He kneads my cheeks like mounds of dough, spreading them out and back together…out and back together…
I hear the loud smack a full second before I feel it.
The flesh on my right cheek stings, but I don’t shy away from it.
Instead, I mewl like a wanton kitten and push my ass up higher.
I want more, and he’s happy to oblige. His hands rain down slaps one after another to my backside, with intermittent pauses to grab and spread my cheeks so he can see the proof of my arousal.
“Look at you,” he says, and I wish I could. I wish I could see what he’s doing to me—the raised red welts from his hands, my pussy lips swollen and covered in the juices I can feel dripping down my inner thighs…
“So fucking sloppy wet for me, aren’t you?” His fingers stroke my puffy folds, and though he hasn’t touched it directly, my clit is so sensitive right now that even glancing over the labia surrounding it makes my body string tight like a bow.
“Yes, Chance,” I answer, my voice a breathy moan. “Only for you.”
“Good girl. Now hold still, Jane. I’m gonna get this tight pussy even tighter for me. I like making the fit a challenge.”
Challenge is an understatement. When he makes me come before entering me, it doesn’t matter how wet I am. With his extra large cock and my climax-swollen vagina, the fit is tight. And that’s not hipster slang for “awesome.” Though that works, too.
Spreading my cheeks, he licks through my folds. I cry out as his tongue circles and flicks over my clit. The tension in my belly grows, like a snowball rolling down a hill that gets bigger and bigger—only this ball is made of white-hot fire, and it’s burning me up.
I’ve never been able to orgasm from oral sex until Chance.
He’s a god at eating pussy. Not some pansy who uses the tip of his tongue to keep his face from getting messy—hell, no.
Chance dives in, face and all, and the myriad of sensations he creates—with his tongue, lips, teeth, nose, chin, and even the scruff of his beard—is the most mind-blowing thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he rasps. His talented fingers find my clit, and the slow build of my orgasm is suddenly barreling down on me like a freight train. “That’s it, Jane. I want you coming in my mouth, on my tongue, until your very essence is permanently imprinted on my taste buds.”
Burying his face in my pussy again, he fucks me with his tongue while he continues to rub the bundle of nerves.
My legs begin to shake, and I can’t hold back the keening moans tripping from my lips as my climax approaches.
Then I squeak, just before all sounds are cut off as everything in me tenses, and the ball of fiery sensations bursts like a match thrown into a pile of fireworks.
Chance digs his fingers into the soft flesh of my upper thighs, making animalistic noises as he greedily drinks everything my body offers him, and I tremble with the aftershocks.
Finally, he pulls away, and I turn my face to look over my shoulder as he straightens and swipes a hand over his mouth and chin, cleaning off the juices I left behind.
Eyes dark with passion hold my gaze as he pushes a single, thick finger inside my swollen channel, testing my readiness for him. I can feel how tightly I’m gripping his finger, and I’m not sure if I’m ready at all. That was one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.
“You’ll never fit. Not like this.”
With his free hand, he smacks the tender globe of my ass.
“Oh my fucking God,” I say weakly, shocked I already have a second climax stirring.
“That’s for doubting me. And now I prove you wrong.”
He removes the rest of his clothes then helps me off the table to stand in front of him. “Bend over the table and bring your right leg so you’re open to me.”
I do, pressing my breasts against the warm wood then bending my right knee and tucking my leg up along my side. A second later I feel his dick swipe through my wet pussy lips several times before he lines himself up…and proves me wrong.
It takes probably an entire minute, but with teasing my clit and using short strokes that lengthen every time, he’s fully seated.
Our breaths are erratic, our bodies covered in sweat—proof that the last sixty seconds had been the best kind of torture on both of us, and now we get our reward. Good. Hard. Fucking.
Except he’s not moving, and it’s driving me insane.
I mewl in frustration and arch my hips to spur him into action, but it only earns me another spanking, one that makes me yelp and my pussy ache even more.
Yanking my head back by my hair, he leans over me and speaks into my ear.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and goddamn ready.
You’re not the one in control here. I am, aren’t I? ”
I lick my lips and nod as best I can.
“Say it,” he growls.
“You’re the one in control,” I whisper.
He pinches a nipple. I cry out as the brief flash of pain travels at light speed to my clit and sends a rush of warmth between my legs. “Louder.”
“You’re in control!”
“And who does your cunt belong to?”
“You,” I say reverently, because I want it to be true. “My cunt belongs to you.”
“Goddamn right it does. I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”
He barely finishes his sentence before he starts a furious rhythm, drilling into me like a jackhammer with one hand braced on my lower back and the other still anchored and pulling back on my hair to keep my body bowed taut.
Over and over, he slams into me, and I lose myself in the sensations.
His hips smacking against my ass. His cock invading me, its veiny ridges raking gloriously over the nerve-rich flesh of my vagina.
The lovely sting at my scalp sending frissons of electricity to every erogenous zone in my body.
All of it threatens to consume me, to pull me under the riptide of unbelievable pleasure and drown me.
But just as I’m about to succumb to my second orgasm, Chance pulls out. I whimper in protest, but don’t dare move my hips or try to entice him back. This is his game; he’s in control. I admitted as much a few minutes ago, so now I have to trust that he won’t make either of us suffer for long.
He swipes a thumb through my wetness and runs it up to my puckered hole, causing me to jerk and draw in a sharp breath.
Rubbing in slow circles, he teases me with the carnal promise of more.
“I’m fucking your ass tonight, Jane. I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I since I shoved a finger in here during our little bathroom encounter.
I could tell by your reaction you either don’t have a lot of experience with anal, or none at all. Which is it?”
“N-none,” I stammer.
Chance gives a pleased grunt and pushes, slow and steady, until his thumb passes the ring of muscle trying to keep it out. I moan softly as he moves it in and out, stretching the sides and opening me up. The sensitive nerve endings come alive and send ripples of pleasure up my spine.
He switches his thumb out for two fingers. I know enough by now to concentrate on relaxing my muscles, and that when I feel the need to tighten them, I actually need to push out in order to let him in. But that doesn’t mean I’m all that good at it.
I suck in a sharp breath as he tries to add a third finger, and I instinctively bear down.
He stops for a second and dips a digit from his other hand into my still soaking pussy, rubbing the tip along the ridges of my G-spot and reminding my body that it wants whatever he does, no matter what he does.
“Atta girl, Jane,” he says. “You know how big my fucking cock is. I’m trying to do you a favor and prepare you first, because make no mistake, my cock is going in your tight little asshole either way.”
In the back of my mind, I know Chance won’t do anything that would make something hurt in a bad way. Any pain he gives me is the good kind. But pretending he doesn’t care, as if the only pleasure that truly matters is his own, makes my pulse race as flames of desire lick over my skin.
“We’ll try one more time and then ready or not, here I come. No pun intended.” He chuckles without mirth, like a mad scientist about to throw the switch on his creation. “Spread your ass for me.”
I reach back, grab my cheeks, and pull them apart. All of my weight is on my chest and face, but I’m angled so that I can see him. Watching him watch me, seeing his different expressions as he fucks me… Goddamn, it’s so hot.
He removes the finger from my pussy, and I whimper before I can stop myself.
Flicking his gaze to mine, he gives me an evil grin, then leans forward and spits on my asshole.
I gasp as I feel it hit my sensitive ring and start to slide down my crack.
But my shock is replaced with ecstasy when he scoops up the saliva with his thumb and works it around my rim, allowing that third finger to finally slide into my hole.
I moan and press my hips back, begging him for more, which he gives me.
I don’t know if it’s a minute or five or twenty that he works me open, fucking me with his fingers as he stretches me wider and wider until he’s satisfied his dick will have few issues getting past my body’s natural instinct to keep that area “exit only.” Sweat slicks my skin, and my breathing is erratic at best, but I’m anxious for him to take my last claim to virginity.
“Please, Chance, fuck me,” I beg. “Fuck my ass.”
Finally, he presses the bulbous head of his cock against my back hole.
Though he’d opened me up a lot with his fingers, as soon as he retreated, things immediately started tightening up.
I feel the pressure of being stretched all over again, but it’s not nearly as bad as in the beginning.
I remind myself to take deep breaths and push back as he steadily pushes forward, but it’s starting to sting. Jesus Christ, he’s big.
Just as I’m thinking I can’t do this, he withdraws.
I hear something else tear open, and I lift my head up to look over my shoulder.
It’s a small, flat package of—shit, that’s cold—lube, I realize as he rubs it in.
I look at him questioningly and he answers with a crooked grin—not the kind his evil alter ego gives me when we’re playing, but the genuine smirk he gives me all the time—and I get what he’s done.
He let me ride the edge of the unknown with the twinges of apprehension until the last possible second, and now he’s making sure I’m okay—that he doesn’t do anything that will cause me true discomfort—and my heart beats a little faster for reasons I don’t want to acknowledge.
Donning his stern expression again, he commands me to resume my position, which I do. This time, there’s still the pressure, but the lube helps him slide in much easier.
“Ohhhhh,” I say on an exhale. “That’s…you’re…oh my God.”
I can’t string a full sentence together to save my life as he fully seats himself inside me, and the moan he lets out is sexy as hell.
Withdrawing, he hisses in a breath then blows it out as he presses back in.
A couple more slow strokes, allowing me to adjust to his size and the new invasion, and then he starts to pick up speed.
The pleasure is different but powerful, and I feel the stirrings of a climax forming in the pit of my stomach.
In the distance, as though I’m having an out of body experience, I hear myself making all kinds of sounds—moans, whimpers, mewls, and occasional repetitions of the words “yes” and “more”—but what I focus on are the noises Chance makes.
His grunts punctuate every thrust, and his heavy panting tells me he’s just as affected as I am.
“Fuck, yes,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. “Squeeze my cock just like that, baby.”
“Feels so good.”
“Goddamn right it does.” He slips his hand between me and the table. “And it’s about to get a lot fucking better.”