“Reach back and spread those whipped cheeks for me,” he said.
“No!” she said.
“Zawri,” he said softly. “Obey me.”
After what seemed an eternity, she reached back and spread her cheeks. The yawn of her cleft sent a sharp tang of lust directly into her pussy. She whimpered out of shame at her own body’s betrayal. Cool oil drizzled into the wicked valley and onto her forbidden hole.
The thick smooth head of his cock was slippery and wide as it pressed against the tight ring. The little dimple closed as her heart hammered in fear.
He waited and waited, a hard body poised above her softer one. The stress of tightening all her muscles took its toll. As she relaxed, the soft cap punctured her ring. She cried out at the sudden stretch. His girth held her open, then he advanced slowly. She clutched the sheets, cursing and crying as he drove slowly deeper into her body with his thick rod.
When his hips were against her thighs and the buttocks he’d striped with his leather belt, he sighed softly. He lowered his chest to almost rest against her back, covering her with his warmth and strength.
“Stay still and relax.”
She panted, tears spilling over at the discomfort and also because a small part of her liked the pain of this particular thing. And the anxious, frustrated part of her heart was racing, hoping for some resolution to their war of wills.
“For me, it’s intense and amazing to claim you like this,” he said in a voice so husky it tightened her nipples. “You’re so tight. I know it’s hard, but you can’t stop what comes next, so surrender.”
He rose up and added more lubricant to the wantonly stretched ring. His small movements caused her breath to catch. She had moments of pinching pain, followed by a dull ache from being so filled.
She whimpered. “You’re going too far.”
“Look at me.”
She turned her head to get a glimpse of his darkly handsome face.
“For this, I’m your lord and master. Close your eyes, bury your face, and raise your hips in submission.”
His body, all the hard muscles taut with tension, loomed over her. She sniffled and did what his tone and her aching pussy commanded her to do. She squeezed her eyes closed and turned her face into the crook of her arm. She cried freely, but raised her hips. He pulled back and plunged back into her body. She cried out, but couldn’t deny the hard thump of her heart, the rasp of arousal as her nipples dragged over the bed with his thrusts into her helpless backside.
His fingers found her pussy and pushed into her drenched folds, his callused palm scraping her clit. As his hips pumped, claiming her in the most forbidden way, her body caught fire in shame, submission, and passion.
His ankles kicked her legs wider, so she was dangling from the smooth wood rail.
“Spread yourself wider,” he growled.
She moaned uncontrollably as she obeyed, the burning of her ring only adding to her desperate aching.
“Mmm. Good girl. Relax that little hole. Let me own it.”
She cried out at a particularly sharp thrust. “Please... please.”
He slowed his pace, rubbing her sex, grinding down her will as he was grinding her body. Her legs trembled, and soon her whole body shook.
He strained, thrusting roughly. It was impossible to resist his body’s shameful power over hers.
“Oh, please,” she whispered. Then she came, clutching his fingers with her pussy and his thick cock within her back channel.
His shaft burrowed deep and stilled as she gripped him. When she collapsed against the bed, he added more silky gel to her tiny punctured rosette.
“Tokurn,” she rasped.
He began to thrust again, slapping steadily against the strap marks he’d made on her defenseless bottom. He showed no sign of being close to completion, and his stern sexual discipline was certain to make her very sore.
His strong hands gripped her shoulders, keeping her from creeping up the bed.
“Tok,” she pleaded, clutching the linens, gasping for breath. “Come inside me.”
