Slowly.
Relentlessly.
The pressure was immense. A deep, burning stretch that made my whole body go rigid. I gasped, my hands fisting the pillow, my eyes squeezed shut. It was too much. The burn was a cruel, insistent thing, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.My bodyfought him, clenching over and over again until the tip pressed through my tight ring of muscle and then I cried out as a surge of pain and pleasure shot up and down my spine.
“Mikhail, please,” I begged. “It hurts.”
“I know,” he said softly. “But you wanted this. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to push your limits. Now you’ll submit to whatever I want to do to you.”
He pushed againandmy bodygave in to him, the tight muscle yielding to the persistent pressure, allowing him to sink deeper than I was ready for.
“Ayyy,” I gasped. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at you. Such a good girl, taking my thumb in this tight little hole. Dirty girl.”
He pulled his thumb out—so embarrassing—then slid it back in, rotating it inside me, a slow, dragging rhythm that made my entire body tremble. The burn was still there, a dull, throbbing ache, but it was joined by a new, more intense fiery heat.
His other fingers, still deep inside my pussy, began to move again. He found that spot, the one deep inside me that made my core squeeze tight, and he started to stroke itagain.
He was fucking both holes at once.
My mind short-circuited. The world narrowed to the two points of sensation.
I was being filled, possessed, and owned in a way I had never imagined.
His thumb started to move a little faster, a little deeper. His fingers in my pussy matched the rhythm, a relentless, driving beat that was pushing me higher and higher.
I moaned, my hips undulating, unable to control my body’s response. My face was still buried in the pillow, the fabric muffling my cries, his seed still sticky on my cheeks.
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and spanked me again. Hard.
I cried out, my body jerking.
“Listen to you,” he declared softly. “Moaning like a little slut with my thumb up your ass. My little puppet.”
He spanked me again. Again. More. Harder.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, his thumb plunging deep. “You like me using you like this.”
“No,” I gasped.
“Liar,” he chuckled. “Your body doesn’t lie. Your body is begging for it. Begging for more.”
He was right. My body was betraying me, my hips rising to meet his hand, my inner muscles clamping down on his fingers as he slid them back inside me. With every clench of my body around his fingers, a fresh wave of pain and pleasure raced through me, but that only heightened my arousal.
The dual stimulation was too much. The burning stretch of my bottom hole, the rhythmic stroking of that secret spot inside my pussy, was a sensory overload that was pushing me to the brink of insanity.
“Come for me,malyshka,” he commanded. “Come with my thumb deep in your ass and my fingers buried in your sweet pussy.”
His words were the final trigger. The dam broke. A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over me, a wild inferno that consumed me from the inside out. I screamed into the linens beneath me as I came so hard that my whole world tilted. A series of deep, shuddering spasms racked my body, each one more powerful than the last. I screamed. I moaned. The euphoria that came with it was so good, it felt like I was flying.
He didn’t stop. He continued to stroke me, to spank me, to push me higher, drawing out my orgasm, making it last an eternity. I lost myself in it, in one fluttering clench after the next until I was a breathless, moaning mess.
When my climax finally receded, he pulled his fingers out, but he didn’t pull his thumb out of my bottom. He left it there, a solid, unyielding presence that was a constant, throbbing reminder of his shameful possession of my body.
“You’re perfect now,” he murmured. “Your hot, red ass all marked with my handprints. You’re all mine,malyshka.”
I was exhausted, drained, and completely spent. I thought we were done. I thought he’d let me rest.
