“How’d it feel when you were fucking me knowing the whole time that you were getting me pregnant against my will?”
Before he can even answer, there’s a twitch in his boxers.
I guess that’s my answer.
“You loved it, huh?That’swhy it was so intense. I was wondering what got into you, and the whole time, you were plotting on my fucking uterus.”
“You’re doing too much, Raya. It’s not—“
“That serious?” I finish for him. “Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”
At a loss for more substantive words, I walk back over to the nightstand and pull out a few items.
It takes Ace a second to catch on, but when he sees me pull the latex glove on, he yanks at the restraints.
“Raya. Come on. Don’t do this.”
Next, the lube.
“I said I was sorry,” he pleads. “I do understand what you’re saying.”
“No, you don’t.”
With my left hand, I pull his boxers down, then toss them onto the bed.
“Raya!”
“It ain’t shit you can say to me right now that would change my mind,” I say softly. “You might as well just lay there and take it.”
Oxygen rushes out of him, caving his stomach in. The blood has clotted on the scratch I gave him, but the damage I’m about to inflict will pale in comparison.
“Any last words before I get started?”
“I hate you for doing this shit.”
“Good.”
I perch myself gingerly at the end of the bed, curious about whether he’ll fight back. His feet aren’t tied, so he’s in perfect position to kick the shit out of me.
I have a feeling he won’t.
His dick is still soft, but that won’t last. With my left hand, I drag a finger up his thigh, teasing, smiling as his abs contract. With my right, I sneak past his thighs, making little crawly fingers like the troll I am.
He’s not amused.
“Put your feet up, Ace. Make this easier on both of us.”
“Nah.”
“It’s happening, negro. I’m about to play in your ass. Put your feet up, or I’ll make this worse.”
“What could be worse than this?” he mumbles as he does what I said.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”
And with that, I slide a lubed finger inside his tight asshole, giggling when it clenches around me. Now he’s hard, which is just the funniest thing, because so many men swear they don’t want anything near their ass when really, that’s where their pleasure center resides. And they end up loving it.
I stroke him with my finger, going deeper with every thrust until I hit the spot I’m looking for. He’s trying his hardest not to react, but he’s breathing faster. His brows are knitted. His jaw is tight.
