I intend to oblige her. But first…
As the shudders of her release die away I withdraw my fingers from her cunt to again explore that secret hollow between her clenching buttocks. This time I find her tight arse, the muscle there pursed in determined innocence. I circle it with my finger, spreading her own juices there. I press, not hard, but enough that she knows what I am about.
“Stefan, no, you cannot.”
I shift to rest my elbow on her back, a signal to her to remain still.
“Lift your bottom up for me. Let me see this.”
“You cannot mean to, I mean, not… there.”
“Yes, there. Show me.”
“I, I…”
“Tally, show me.” I continue to press my finger against the sphincter, and she relinquishes her inner struggle, relaxing enough to allow the tip topenetrate.
“Lift your bottom. I wish to see what I am doing.”
She is hesitant. I will insist, we both know that, but in the end it is not necessary. She does as I have instructed. I use my other hand to part her buttocks as I dip just the top of my middle finger in to her arse, as far as my first knuckle. Tally groans, her mortification no doubt complete. But she does not stop me. Nor does she protest again.
I withdraw my finger, then sink it into her again. My movements are slow and I know I am not hurting her. This is all about submission, my will over hers, her body accepting my demands. I continue to stroke in and out, each thrust shallow, gentle. She lies still, her arse slackening as her resistance ebbs away. Time for one last push of her limits.
“Tally, I want to continue with this, but if you ask me to stop, I will. Do you want me to stop, Tally?”
I wait, my finger maintaining the intimate intrusion as I allow her to mull over my request. I know she is not comfortable with what I am doing to her, I fully appreciate that she would prefer me to roll her onto her back and fuck her. But will she say that, or knowing what I want will she seek to please me?
“No, do not stop. I… it is alright.”
I smile to myself. It is indeed alright, and I intend to reward her beautiful submission. I apply my free hand to her clitoris, still swollen from her climax of moments earlier, and I rub.
“Ah, oh, Stefan, I… Oh.”
Tally’s release is swift, less intense than before, but all the sweeter for that.
God’s blood, she is exquisite.
Her gaze is still hazy, unfocused as I lift her from my lap and roll her onto her back. I spread her on my bed, her limbs outstretched in glorious abandon now, a far cry from her fearful trembling earlier. I watch her stretch languorously as I rid myself of my remaining clothing, then crawl alongside her.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Yes.” Her reply is a throaty whisper as she lifts her knees and spreads her thighs wide.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust hard. Her virgin arse benefited from my gentle side. That time is now spent. I drive my cock balls deep inside her, relishing her cry of almost-pain as I fill her tight cunt. I withdraw, then plunge into her once more. And again. Each stroke is long and fast, intended to give no quarter. She asks for none, lifting her legs further to hook her ankles over my shoulders.
So wanton. So absolutely perfect.
I pound into her, the walls of her channel squeezing around my rod as her arousal builds. So responsive, so demanding, her groans of pure pleasure echo around my chamber. Our chamber now. My own release will not belong. I slow my thrusts for a brief moment, just sufficient time to slip my hand between our bodies and attend to her clit with the pad of my thumb. It has the desired effect. Her back arches as she returns my thrusts, seeking the friction I am denying her. I pick up the pace again, fucking her mercilessly until she convulses around my cock.
I am but seconds behind her. My balls tighten and my cock gives one final leap as I drive it home. I hold still, her delectable body trapped, unresisting beneath mine as I pump my seed into her.
Chapter Eleven
It is full daylight, several hours since dawn I would say judging by the bright glow spearing through the window. I turn to my side, but I already know I am alone. Stefan’s side of the bed is empty, cool. He is long gone.
He did stress to his sons the strict requirement that they be ready to demonstrate their newly honed fighting skills soon after first light, so I assume he has gone down into the courtyard to drill them. It would not do for their mentor to be late, and I know Stefan well enough by now to be sure he will never be derelict in his duty.
I roll onto my back, gazing up at the curtains gathered into a rosette above me. I contemplate my new situation.
