Slade glances at the items in his hand. “I bought them at the lodge gift shop while you were at the scavenger hunt with Zara.” There’s a hint of possessiveness in the way he says her name. “I thought we might need them.”
He climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs. “Have you ever fingered yourself before?”
“No,” I admit, heat rising to my cheeks. “Except for…just now in the shower.”
He studies me. “We don’t have to do this part if you’re not comfortable with it. There are plenty of other ways I can punishyou.” His mouth quirks. “Plenty of other ways I can make you feel good, too.”
The offer to step back, to respect my boundaries even during our power play, only makes me want him more.
“I want to,” I say. “I want everything. With you.”
He nods once, reaching for the lube. “I’ll go slow,” he promises. “Tell me if anything hurts—and I mean actually hurts, not just burns or feels strange. That’s normal at first.”
“For a straight man, you know an awful lot about anal sex.”
Slade smirks. “I’ve never been with a guy before, but I said nothing about anal sex.” He flips open the cap, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers and warming it between them before reaching down.
I can’t stand the idea of Slade being intimate with anyone else, so I push that thought aside and try to concentrate on this moment.
“Bend your knees,” he instructs. “Feet flat on the bed. Good. Now relax.”
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance makes me tense. Slade’s free hand settles on my hip, thumb tracing soothing circles.
“Breathe,” he reminds me. “Push out against me.”
I follow his directions, focusing on my breathing, on relaxing the tight ring of muscle. His finger circles my entrance, applying gentle pressure.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as the tip of his finger breaches me. “Good boy.”
The praise washes over me, helping me relax further. His finger slides deeper, the burn fading to a strange fullness.
“How does it feel?”
“Weird,” I manage as he pushes further. “But not bad.”
“It gets better.” He lowers his body over mine, his warm breath fanning across my skin before his teeth graze my neck. “Focus on this,” he murmurs against my throat before nipping harder at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
The sharp pleasure-pain makes me arch beneath him. “Slade,” I gasp as his lips travel lower, teeth grazing my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
I understand what he’s doing—creating a counter sensation to balance the intrusion. It’s working. My focus shifts from the finger probing inside me to the hot, wet suction of his mouth marking my skin.
The sharp scrape of his teeth intensifies as he latches onto my chest, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I hiss at the delicious sting. He’s no longer being gentle—each bite carries intent, a claiming that sends heat racing through my veins. His teeth sink deeper into the tender flesh where my shoulder meets my neck, breaking capillaries beneath the surface. The sensation borders on pain but transforms into something more primal that has me arching up against him.
Slade chooses that moment to crook his finger inside me. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I cry out.
“There it is.” He rubs the spot again, watching my reaction with hungry eyes. “Your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck,” I breathe, hips lifting. “Yes.”
“Want more?”
“Please,” I whisper, beyond pride now, desperate for whatever he’s willing to give me.
He withdraws his finger almost completely before returning with two, stretching me wider. The burn is more pronounced this time, but it fades into pleasure as he finds that spot again.
“You’re opening up for me so beautifully,” Slade praises, working his fingers in and out with a steady rhythm. “Such a good boy. Can’t wait to have my cock inside you.”
This doesn’t feel like punishment, I think, not at all. But I bite my tongue, not wanting to say it aloud. I don’t want him to stop.
