“You would?” I asked hopefully, but also nervous at the prospect of being at another person’s complete mercy.
“Instead, you hold on to your ankles like your life depends on it,” he said and slid my thong over my ass so it fell to my ankles. When I started to step out of it, he said, “Wait.”
He used his foot to nudge my legs apart as far as the underwear would allow. “All day I’ve been picturing you sprawled out on my desk, letting me have whatever I want.”
“I want you to have it all,” I said.
“All?” he asked.
“Everything. Take what you want.”
He took my ass cheek in one hand and massaged it, spreading me open as I heard his zipper. From between my legs, I watched his pants fall. My breathing sped, my grip tightening, my vision blurring because he wasn’t even inside me and I could feel him already.
His fingers skimmed over my wet slit. “You have such a sweet ass,” he said. “Have I ever told you that?”
I whimpered softly and froze when I felt pressure on my anus. “David,” I breathed, a soft objection.
His finger, wet with my own juices, continued a tenuous circle over me. The pressure subsided, and I felt equally relieved and disappointed.
Tension returned when I heard him spit in his hand. He was back between my cheeks suddenly, teasing me with soft, measured circles. With his finger pressed against my anus, he pushed his cock into me, and I inhaled sharply.
“Made for me, baby,” he grated out.
“Do it,” I dared him on an exhale.
He folded over my back, sliding so deep that I thought I might rip apart at the seams. “You want it?”
“Yes. Do it.” I wanted him to dominate me in every way, but I also knew I had no idea what I was asking for. “One finger.”
“I’ll get lube.”
“No,” I bit out, dizzy with need for him. “Just do it now.”
He straightened up, and his finger immediately began to ring my asshole, which quivered at the new sensation. His other hand held my hips in place as his cock pulsed into me, gently at first and then faster.
“Hold on to the bed,” he instructed, so I let go of my ankles to brace myself against the frame.
His plunges remained deep but steady as he slipped the tip of his finger inside. It was wet, but not slick, so it throbbed slightly. But I wanted to do it for him, so I fisted my hands and said, “More.”
He grunted, and his finger went deeper. My face flushed. I exhaled loudly. He held it there for a moment and then pushed all the way in, both painful and sweet. He kept it there as his thrusting increased and suddenly, he was pounding against me inhumanly hard like he’d promised. I pushed off the bed to meet him, his one finger all the way up my ass, and his other hand pulling my hips into each thrust.
Without warning or slowing down, he pushed a second finger in, and I suppressed a cry. My eyes watered as my insides molded around him. I was full, overwhelmingly full, and tempted to push his hand away, but I bit down on my lip instead and let the bite of pain ripple into waves of pleasure.
I closed my eyes and focused on his animal growls and on the feeling of his perfect cock driving in and out. My underwear seared against my ankles, chafing as I tried to spread my legs further to ease the sting.
“Oh, God,” I moaned to myself, lost in another world, feeling him as deep as I could get him.
“Fuck,” he bit out, crushing my hip with his hand as he drove into me. “You’re wrapped so goddamn tight around me.” I yelped when he twisted his fingers in me, and he stilled instantly.
“Don’t stop,” I begged and found my bottom lip with my teeth again.
He picked up his pace quickly, shoving me into the bed with each thrust. “That’s it, baby. Come hard with two fingers in your ass.”
A cry tore from my throat as I exploded with a forceful and sudden orgasm. It was so powerful that my insides cramped and then released and it was over before I knew it. He withdrew from me completely, so I sank down to the floor, still clutching the lip of the bed. Breaking into a cold sweat, I set my forehead against the frame. My heart pounded everywhere—in my ears, against my ribcage, between my legs. I had no idea if David had even come.
“Hey,” he said softly, crouching down next to me. “Are you all right?”
I nodded against the bed but didn’t respond. He placed his hand over mine and removed it from the bed. He took my chin so I was forced to look at him. “Are you?” he asked earnestly.
