CHAPTER ONE #2
He grabs my thighs, moving my legs apart until they’re about shoulder width. His hands go to my ass cheeks, spreading them. My skin feels raw and sensitive.
He releases my ass cheeks after a second and steps back. I watch in the mirror as he walks to the bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. He comes back and squirts it on his hand before making eye contact with me in the mirror.
“Don’t look away,” he says, “I want you to watch this.”
I watch in the mirror as he pries my cheeks apart and then rubs the cold liquid onto my rosebud. It feels weird and evasive, but kind of hot. Embarrassment rushes through me, and I watch as my cheeks turn pink and then red. He smiles, and my face turns even redder.
“I almost forgot,” he says. He walks to the nightstand again and fishes out a Hitachi magic wand. He walks towards me and turns it on before pressing it against my vulva. Contractions begin racking my body almost immediately.
“Not yet,” he says.
I tense my body, trying to hold my impending orgasm at bay.
Hunter lifts the toy away for a second, and the sensations stop.
I’m so frustrated, I want to scream. I whimper, and he presses the toy back on my skin and, at the same time, begins to guide his cock into my ass.
He must have applied a lot of lube because he slides in relatively easily.
I feel a sharp pain at first, but then my body relaxes. I feel awkward, but also turned on.
“Look at you,” Hunter says, watching my eyes in the mirror, “Getting fucked in the ass like a naughty little slut.
“Do you like that?” He presses the vibrator closer to my body until it reverberates throughout my entire pussy.
I close my eyes for a brief second.
“Open your eyes,” he says, loudly slapping one of my ass cheeks. My eyes spring open, and he thrusts deeply into me. It hurts for a second, but reinforces how dominant he is. I find myself getting more turned on the rougher he is.
“Tell me you like it. Tell me you like it when daddy fucks your naughty little ass,” he says as he begins to speed up his thrusts..
He presses the toy against me while his other hand wraps around my hair, pulling. My back arches and he goes deeper. He’s watching me in the mirror and I’ve never felt so vulnerable.
“Admit you like it, Lorelai, or I won’t let you come,” he says.
He pulls back the toy slightly from my skin, and the sensations evaporate like mist on the ocean. I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight. My body feels like a volcano that’s about to erupt.
“I like it, I blurt out.
“What?” he asks as he presses the Hitachi closer against me.
“Look at me and tell me what exactly you like, Lorelai,” he says.
I look in the mirror, and our eyes connect. Humiliation and desire flood me. I pause and swallow, gathering my courage.
“I like it when you fuck me in the ass,” I mumble.
Hunter’s mouth goes to my ear and I can feel his breath. “Good girl,” he growls. I feel pressure on my scalp and realize he’s pulling my hair again. My back arches even harder, and he presses the toy with more pressure against my bare skin.
“Now come for me, slut,” he says.
He turns up the intensity on the vibrator, and my body trembles like it’s been electrocuted. My legs vibrate and then turn to jello. He keeps pressing the toy against me, though, even after the orgasm has faded.
“It’s too much,” I whimper. He doesn’t let up though. If anything, he presses the toy even harder against my body.
“Again,” he says. “I want you to come again for me.”
I know if I really want to stop, I can use my safe word. I’m torn between feeling like it’s too much and wanting more.
“You want to make daddy happy, don’t you, Lorelai?” he says as he presses the toy into me. “So come for me.”
An orgasm rips through my body, and he doesn’t let up. I feel another one start to build again.
It’s the weirdest feeling. I’m feeling overly sensitive to the point where it’s almost painful, but also more alive than I’ve ever felt.
“I’m gonna fill your naughty little bottom up with cum,” he says. “Do you like that? Do you like the thought of having your naughty little ass filled with cum?”
He pulls on my hair, looking at me. We make eye contact in the mirror, and he turns up the power on the vibrator once more.
I don’t know how I’m even still standing as another orgasm bursts through my body. I lose track of time and space, and I only realize that we’re done when I feel something liquid dripping between my ass cheeks.
“Don’t move,” Hunter says.
I look at myself in the mirror. My face is red. I’m sweating. I’m objectively a mess.
What is he doing? I think to myself.
I look in the mirror and see Hunter at the bedside drawer, rummaging around. As he begins to walk towards me, I see something glint.
It’s a butt plug, I realize.
“I’m going to plug your naughty little bum,” he says as he pushes the steel toy into my sore backside. “And you’re gonna walk around like a naughty little girl with cum in her ass. Understood?”
I nod as shame spreads from my core.
Now that the endorphins are fading, I’m realizing just how hot and sore my ass is from being spanked.
And now, on top of that, I have a toy back there, ensuring that the memory of what just happened—the sticky liquid inside my backdoor—is preserved.
As pissed off as I am, though, at the thought of having to walk around with something inside me for the next few hours, I also found myself getting turned on by the thought of it.
“How long do I have to wear it for? I ask, as he presses it in a bit further.
“Until I say so,” he says.
I roll my eyes. He gives my ass a sharp slap, and my eyes go to his in the mirror.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, or we’ll have to go for round two,” he says.
My heart races and I feel a shot of dread and arousal.
“Get ready for bed,” he tells me, as he lightly kisses the top of my head.
I start to get ready, brushing my teeth and then slipping into pajamas. 15 minutes later, Hunter finds me.
“Bend over the bed,” he says. I do as he says, and he pulls my pajama pants down.
My face heats up as he pries my cheeks apart and then pulls out the plug.
“I wouldn’t want something to happen to you while you were sleeping,” he says.
Relief rushes through me, followed by emptiness.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks, whispering in my ear.
I nod my head.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now go to sleep.”
“Aren’t you coming to bed with me?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not yet. I have some work to do.”
I open my mouth to argue, but then I glance at him and think better of it. He looks stressed. I don’t want to make things worse.
“Okay,” I whisper quietly.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says as he pulls up my pajama bottoms.
I watch as he walks out of the room and softly closes the door behind him. I slip under the cool sheets, and almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, I drift into a deep sleep.