I realised that no way in hell was that fifteen minutes. And if there was one thing I had learnt in my time with Einar, it was that the first orgasm always took the longest, and all the subsequent ones followed fast, especially if he gave me no time to rest in between, if he chuckled diabolically like he did just then, his movements unceasing and unchanged bar the addition of another finger, reaching deeper inside me to touch that one spot at my front wall, where I knew I could not possibly be touched for long before ...
“Gaaah,” I roared with a creeping note of defeat, arching my back, my legs struggling against their shackles until the rope cut painfully into the back of my knees.
“Are you even trying to pace yourself, babydoll?” Einar droned malignantly, his voice drifting towards me like wafts of sharp smoke. “It’s almost like you cannot wait until I fuck you with my fist.”
His spare hand left my breast to rap my upper thigh, the smacks loud, and the impact’s vibrations only adding to the next violent climax that had begun building before Einar even had the chance to plunge another finger inside me.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, and I tossed my head from side to side, sweat erupting all over my body. I groaned and wailed in a wordless protest, but I was as defenceless as ever against the savage pleasure that Einar gave, as I earned the fourth digit all too soon.
I was stretched tightly apart, to what I felt was already my limit, the skin of my whole body flushed with effort like with fever, and rivulets of sweat running down my face and chest.
“You should see the beautiful mess you’re making on my hand, babydoll,” Einar rasped. “I’ve never seen you so wet. You might think you’re scared, but your perfect cunt knows exactly what she wants.”
I sobbed without crying any tears, quaking, my breath hardly making it in or out as if an iron fist had closed around my chest. But bliss overtook all other sensations in my body, and my hips seized, and I saw stars in the blackness of my blindfold.
“And that,” Einar drawled slowly with undiluted relish, “was number four, the last one.”
I howled without knowing myself what it was I wanted to convey that way. Refusal or eagerness? Apprehension or excitement?
“You’re being very noisy, babydoll, but you’re not saying ‘stop’. Which means my fist is going inside you now.”
The voice died in my throat, and the pressure of my rushing blood made me feel faint, my wildly thrumming heart threatening to give out. I tried to breathe deeply, but my airways constricted, and I wheezed, the way my asthmatic younger half-brother did when exposed to pollen.
“Relax. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’ll love it, I promise,” Einar said as he stroked my thigh briefly in a comforting gesture.
His seeming nonchalance belied the level of care he took. He applied a copious amount of lube to my entrance, and then hisother hand skimmed over my skin as he used it to help compress the one that was to enter me, frequently altering its angle in reaction to my whimpers and hisses as he made his way in very slowly, gliding gradually in with the aid of my abundant arousal.
Still. It hurt. It hurta lot.
“I’m almost there. I know it’s hard but try not to resist me, there’ll be less pain that way.”
My eyes watered, lights flashing against the blackness of my closed lids, and the nails of my tightly scrunched fingers cut deep into my palms.
“AAAaaaooow,” I wailed, brief but sharp pain slashing through me, the kind that felt almost but not quite like a tear.
But it stopped immediately, Einar retracting slightly, the pressure of his knuckles against me changing as he adjusted their position.
“You’re okay, you’re fine.” He patted my hip gently. “I know it’s scary as hell, especially the first time. But trust me, I know what I’m doing, and I can feel when it’s not right. And that’s when I stop and try it differently, alright? As many times as it takes. I would never, ever damage your beautiful pussy.” He touched my face briefly, his thumb running over my bottom lip. “Can I continue? Nod to say yes.”
Reassured by his words, I did with a soft, timid “uh-huh.”
“You’re doing such a good job.”
I didn’t think I was, because privately I thought that there was no way his whole, massive, intimidating hand could possibly fit inside me. That I was simply too tight, too small, too unstretched. I fully expected him to be obliged to give up after some time, knowing rationally that he would not be frustrated by my failure to accommodate him, but fearing his disappointment anyway.
But then, there was a distinct sensation, like finding a key that fits into a lock perfectly. And his fist slid deeper in, slowly, carefully, but effortlessly.
“And ... there, that’s it.”
The feeling of him inside was foreign and deeply, brutally invasive, though no longer painful as such, just uncomfortable on a visceral level. I began shaking.
“You’re alright, babydoll, just breathe, you’re doing so well.”
His soothing voice crept towards me through my barricades of panic and intense, though painless torment. And as he moved his hand, gently and languidly, I became aware of being filled in ways I never had been before, of being touched in places no one had ever touched me, above the bulge of my cervix and the soft walls high up around it. And not just that, but I was being touched and stimulated in all those places at the same time, the friction firm and unyielding.
I moaned, the sound suffused with relief and budding pleasure.
“That’s my brave darling,” Einar praised me, his grin audible in his voice. “I told you you’d love it.”
