Natalie
When he pushed his thumb into me, I felt a sharp sting, but the craving to be full took over again, and even though I knew I should hate him, resist him, give in only because he held all the power over me for now, there was an undeniable part of me that wanted him inside of me. There. Everywhere.
My hands fell to the bed, and I bunched the sheets up in my fists when he began to fuck me gently with two fingers. My eyes welled up with tears from the sting of it, but like his spankings, it faded, and I was left only with a growing hunger, a desire to feel him claim me fully while I lay there, obedient, giving myself to him because he could take whatever he wanted. There was no point in resisting him, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to anymore.
When he moved his fingers away and I felt the tip of his cock against the face of my clit, I was almost disappointed. But to feel him inside of me again, I would take whatever I could get. He pushed into me, his fingers still deep in my ass, and his hard cock filled and stretched me, pushing against his fingers, and the sensation overwhelmed me so much I felt like someone had stepped on my chest to crush the last breath from inside of me. I gasped, and then I was silent, my whole body screaming like I had been holding my breath for hours.
The pleasure followed in a wave after that, and then, because he thrust deep inside and didn’t move, desire began to claw its way to the top. I tried to push against him, to move forward, to get him to fuck me. I needed him to. The orgasm that I was spiraling up to was too high, too intense; I feared if I didn’t go over now, I would be shattered by it when I finally came.
He gave me a slap on the ass, and the burn of his discipline didn’t help me any. “Don’t move,” he growled. “Stay just like that. I’m going to get myself nice and wet, if you’re a good girl, and then I’m going to fuck your ass and fill it with my cum. Right after you show me what a good girl you are and beg me to.”
Would I ever be able to tell him I wouldn’t do that, I would resist him—when my body only pulsed around his cock, eager to comply with exactly what he had ordered me to do? I wanted desperately to hate him, to tell him to fuck off, to resist him because he was a bad man who’d kidnapped me.
But I didn’t. Instead, my body squeezed his cock in waves and my pussy welled up even more as he stayed stationary inside my cunt and finger-fucked my ass.
“Tell me that you want to be a good little girl, Natalia.”
I balled the sheets up in my hand. He was fucking my ass with two fingers, and I wanted so much to feel him stretch me more, to get his cock inside of me, filling me up. Every fiber of my body just wanted more of him, and I hated myself for it. I refused to give him what he wanted. It was the right thing to do, right? I couldn’t just give in to this guy, and give him what he wanted, even if it was what I wanted...
“I can do this all night, Natalia,” he said in a low voice.
I rolled my feet in a circle and a whimper escaped me. I couldn’t take this all night, it would never end. If he just continued as he was, I would be up too high, I would say or do anything to get him to release me. I bit my lip.
He just waited, and then it was too much for me to bear.
“I want to be a good girl,” I whispered. “Please.”
He pushed down with his fingers, and I felt the pressure against my most intimate flesh between his fingers and his cock. I whimpered in pleasure. “Tell me that you want me to claim your ass, Natalia. Beg me to fuck your ass full of cum. I want to hear you say it.”
All the while he tortured me with his fingers moving slowly, rolling my flesh along his column, drawing the string inside me so tight I felt I would shatter when it broke. “I want... I want...” I had forgotten the words. I moaned as a particularly excruciating wave of pleasure rolled through me.
He leaned over me and pushed my hair from my face. “Say it, Natalia.”
“I want you to... oh! I want... claim my ass, I want you to fuck me in the ass, fill me full of cum. Please.”
I hated myself for loving to say those words. I could feel my body burning as I said them, squeezing him, craving more. But I obeyed him and stayed still, telling myself I did it only to avoid punishment, afraid to admit that I wanted to please him.
I heard a sharp sigh of what sounded like disappointment behind me. He stopped moving, and we were like that for several moments, my feverish desire consuming me, my body crying out for release. I squirmed, and he delivered a sharp swat across the middle of my ass. “Don’t move,” he breathed. “Stay just like that.”
I closed my eyes and squeezed the sheets, trying to obey him, though I was breathless for release.
Finally, he slid his cock slowly from inside of me, and his fingers from inside my ass. The emptiness gripped me, and I turned my face to bite into the mattress and the sheets. He brought the dripping tip of his cock to the pulsing eyelet of my ass, its thickness suddenly seeming too large.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Natalia. And if you are a very good girl, and you stay just like you are, then I will let you come. But if you are bad, Natalia, you are going to spend the whole night being punished.”
And then, I felt the sharp pain of his cock stretching open my ass. I squealed—but like the fingers before it, the pain, though intense, began to fade. And slowly, slowly, he began to fill me up. When he was deep inside, he thrust a little deeper, and my mouth fell open.
“Now put your hands between your legs, Natalia. And then submit to me completely. Take what I give you, and don’t move. Show me how good you can be.”
I did what he said, sliding my hands down between my knees. Now I was in such a submissive position it was almost humiliating, and my ass was thrust up further to him. I was so full inside, and I wanted to stay that way, and I wanted to obey him, but I was angry that I wanted to, angry that I would let myself give in to this man.
He fucked me slowly, and then slid his hand around my waist so that his fingers were in my pussy. When he touched my clit I screamed in pleasure and bucked against him. “Be good,” he reminded me, “or you won’t get your release.”
But he was playing with my clit and fucking my ass, and he drove me wild, so that finally I began to buck against him, so close to coming that I could feel it rushing at me like a freight train. I needed the release; I couldn’t fight against my body, not even to behave, not even to please him. I squirmed and pushed up on the mattress, bringing my hands next to my chest and trying to push up.
He pushed me back down. “That’s very bad, Natalia. Stay still... stay still and don’t move...”
But I tossed my hair and chewed on my lip. “I can’t,” I gasped. “I can’t...”
