Chapter 52 #2
Reed’s words come back, and I hate that they are stuck in my mind. That’s when he fucked me; he didn’t enjoy it. I answer Stone honestly because I need to know the truth. He just made me see another galaxy, and I wonder if he’s enjoying sex with me. “Yes.”
“Huh. I’ll bet those dumb assholes who fucked you before came quickly didn’t they?”
Those same wet fingers trail up my back until they slide around my neck. The move presses Stone’s weight on me and gets him closer to my ear.
“They were boys, Camryn. I’m a man. A very hungry man. It’s going to take me hours. There will be hours of me abusing this pussy and ass before I’m ready to fill every hole in your body.”
Hours?
“Do you trust me?”
It’s crazy because despite his hold on me, I do trust him, despite the rapid beating of my heart.
Despite the chained bodies twenty feet from me, the bodies that he admitted to putting there, I trust him.
I trust that he’s going to make me feel good, despite the danger he presents.
It’s dark and delicious, and I want him to always make me feel like this.
“Yes, but–”
“It’s a yes or no question, Countess. No qualifications. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then know that I’m enjoying every part of you. I am going to test your limits because it’s who I am and from what I’ve seen you might enjoy having your limits tested too.”
Suddenly, the blunt head of his penis presses into my ass right on the puckered skin. A part of my body that I’ve never played with. Anxiety fills me, tension makes me dig my fingers deeper into the ground.
“Don’t tense up. I won’t take your ass without easing you into it.”
“I can’t help it. I’ve never done it before.” I mumble, panting, trying to digest that I might be having anal sex for the first time.
“Done what, Countess?”
“Anal sex,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.
“No one has fucked you here?”
He touches it again with the tip of his dick, the metal piercings causing me some concern. How the fuck will this work? “No.”
“Been saving it for some college boy? Maybe that asshole who is always sniffing around you?”
That same mocking laugh makes me turn in his direction. What asshole? “No. I just never wanted to.”
“You will tonight.”
This time it isn’t his penis. It’s his thumb that presses against my tightly furrowed muscle, prodding, pushing slightly.
There’s pain, but the pleasure of my climax is still pulsating through me.
I can’t help tensing, anticipating the pain.
I’ve heard it can be painful without lubrication. “But we don’t have—”
“Have what, Countess?”
“Lube,” I mention, feeling so out of control, so unsure of this whole fucking thing.
The same laugh erupts from his body behind me. Stone slides his hands along my ass, cupping both cheeks. “My innocent little, Countess, so proper. You want me to lube your ass before I take it?”
He plays with me more, steadily moving the pad of his finger. “Yes.”
“Now I wonder where I can get lube?” I hear the thread of humor in his question.
The fact that we are having a conversation about lube while I’m on all fours in a forest with two dead bodies nearby is wild, something no one is going to believe if I tell them.
He moves more slowly this time, dragging it out unlike before. It’s leisurely, and I turn my cheek on the log, my back aches, my knees hurt, my neck is in agony from the position, but I don’t want to stop.
He pushes a finger inside, just the tip, and resumes fucking me. Each time he moves forward with his cock, the pad of his thumb presses against my anus, and soon it feels fucking great.
His heavy balls slap in time with his thrusts and meet each thrust, feeling the tight coil of pleasure start again. He removes his thumb from just outside my ass, and I ask around a deep moan, “I thought you said you were going to fuck me in the ass.”
“Not yet. You said you’re worried about lube, so I’m going to lube your ass.”
“With what?” I cry out when his strokes get faster.
“With my cum, Countess.”
With that statement, he leans forward again and wraps his body back around me.
The hard band of one arm is under my breasts, his other hand lands next to mine, gripping the soil with me.
His face settles into my neck, and his raspy voice calls my name.
I can feel his gun pressing my upper back and shoulder.
His hand slides down my belly until he finds my clit, rubbing and swirling his fingers over the tight ball of nerves.
His hips pump, his cock pounding against me.
“I’m going to come inside you. Then we’ll have enough for your ass.”
“Shit,” I moan when he rubs his fingers harder.
The sudden jerking of his body, and he pulls out, and I feel a gush of wetness land on my ass.
His cum. It’s a foreign feeling, and not for the last time, I wish I could see what I look like with my ass covered in his cum.
My ass cheeks are pulled apart, opened by his hands, and the sticky mess is wiped between my crack.
He rubs it in, using his cock and fingers.
“There. Perfectly lubed. A perfect mess. My perfect mess. You ready, Countess?”
“Yes.”
Something moves between my legs again. His knife.
I remember the ridges. He rubs it back and forth across my ass, and I rear up when it dips into my asshole.
When he used it before, it was outrageous.
He’s going to fuck my ass with it, and I can’t believe it.
His fingers open me up, spreading my ass cheeks.
I hear a spitting sound, and I feel something land right on the tightly closed muscle.
He pushes it in slowly, and I bear down. It’s bigger than a finger, and I can feel the unbearable pressure.
“You can barely take my knife, Countess, which means your ass isn’t ready for my cock. This pretty hole is going to need some work. A few days of prep.”
Days?
“Relax, breathe through it.”
He spits again and rubs his finger around the handle inside me, fondling the strained skin and muscle. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to relax my nerves, but no matter how much I try, it still burns and stings, and I feel the tears threaten. “Stop, please.”
He holds it there. It’s barely inside me, but I feel so full already, my ass clenching around the leather handle.
“What do you need, Countess.?”
“It’s not going to work.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Do I?
“Do you need me to help?”
My whispered yes is so low, and I’m not sure he heard me, but then I feel his tongue on my pussy, and I rear up, cursing.
I look behind me. I can’t see him, but I know he’s watching me.
His tongue pushes deep inside me and digs my hands into the ground, holding onto the damp soil, needing to anchor myself while I allow him to eat me.
His groans and grunts of enjoyment are amplified.
I swivel my hips, and gasp when I feel him reach up and draw the knife out and push it back in. This time it doesn’t hurt as much. In fact, the pain mingles with expanding pressure on my clit.
“Please, oh please. Don’t stop. Just like that, Stone. More. Fucking more. Make me come again.”
He growls, rubbing his stubble on my pussy. His deep voice resonates deeply within me. “So fucking needy.”
Each swipe of his tongue gets better and better, and soon I enjoy the sensations of the knife handle inside me.
When he pushes two fingers back inside me and rubs my clit with his thumb, I can’t think of anything except the pleasure.
The knife handle moves steadily, in time with his fingers.
His thumb circles my clit, and I sob from the intensity.
The knife slips deeper, and I can’t bear it, calling his name, begging for something, anything.
“That’s it, baby. You are so fucking beautiful.
My cum, your cum, our blood. It’s all inside you, Countess.
” He fingers the opening where his knife is lodged inside me, and it feels slicker than before.
The pressure builds until it explodes, and I come, my legs shaking, my lungs burning from trying to get enough air into my chest.
I slump forward, my body draped over the log, speechless, lost in the riot of emotions inside my mind.
My ass is sore. My pussy is sore. My breasts ache from Stone’s bites and the cuts on my skin.
I curl into a ball, unsure what will happen next.
His blindfold still covers my eyes, and I don’t know if I want to see him.
See myself. My pants are around my ankles, and I shakily reach down, trying to pull them up to my waist, but they’re soaked, muddy, and basically rags at this point.
I have no underwear. My shoulder sockets throb when I try to move my damaged tights up over my hips.
I can feel his cum from where he ejaculated on me.
The crack of my ass feels sticky. I can feel him watching me, but he’s offer to help me up.
“Come on, get up. It will be dark soon.”
His harsh command makes me flinch. He’s angry at me, but what else is new?
Weak, I get to my knees. What happens now?
He fucked me like he said he was going to.
Do I get up and leave? I’m basically naked from the waist down.
For as much as I think I know him, I don’t know a fucking thing about what Stone, Stefan Hayes is going to do next.
Yes, he’s shown me some kindness before, but in this dark forest with the dead men he proudly claimed to have killed, he’s been anything but kind.
Passionate and demanding? Yes. Sweet? Definitely not.
I’m at his mercy, and as much as I want to tell him to fuck off.
I won’t survive out here. I know it. He knows it.
I push to my feet and sway when I stand.
Not being able to see makes it even harder to get my bearings.
Everything hurts. From when he slammed me to the ground till now, my body feels wrung out.
Being on my knees with my head down, the blood settled, and now my legs tingle as the blood rushes back into them.
Suddenly, Stone grabs me and lifts me into his arms.