I crawled onto the bed and remained on my hands and knees, not sure of what to expect from him. He grasped my cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart. I squeaked in protest, knowing he could see all of my most private places. He completely ignored me and shoved two fingers inside me. I moaned like a shameless hussy and started pushing my hips back into his hand.
“You like that, baby? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” I moaned and vigorously nodded my head. He slapped my butt hard, “That’s not going to work. Beg me. Tell me what you want and beg me to do it.”
“Please, Dash. Please fuck me with your fingers. I need it. Please,” I begged.
He slapped my butt again, “You should have been more specific.” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but I didn’t understand until I felt something I had never, ever felt before. His fingers were still inside me, but something, I’m guessing his thumb, had entered me elsewhere. I squealed and started to rise up, trying to turn around and tell him no. I lifted my hands off the bed, but he slapped my butt so hard I stilled from the shock of it. “Hands on the bed, eyes to the wall. You want my thumb out of your ass, you ask me to take it out. But you don’t want that, do you, baby? If you did, you wouldn’t be pushing that ass back into my hand would you?”
He was right. My traitorous body was doing exactly what he said. I pushed back and he pushed forward, thumb and fingers. “That’s right, baby, fuck your pussy and your ass on my fingers.” He pumped his fingers forcefully in and out of my holes several times. I groaned loudly and arched my back. I was close to climaxing, just a few more thrusts. “Don’t you dare come, Ember!” He smacked my butt, alternating cheeks, several times.
“Dash, I’m going to come! You have to stop!”
He removed his fingers from me and fire blazed across my butt from the rapid fire swats he delivered. “You don’t give me orders. Now, roll the fuck over and spread those legs wide.”
I rolled over and gasped when my butt touched the sheets. I spread my legs and tried to raise my butt off the bed to keep the blazing skin from coming in contact with anything. He smirked, “Put that ass on the bed or I’ll redden it some more.” I reluctantly let it fall back to the bed. “Now, play with your tits for me while I fuck your sweet pussy.”
I looked at him with wide eyes. I had never done anything like that. I knew people did touch themselves, but I was always too afraid someone at the farm was watching or would walk in on me. He smacked my thigh, not nearly as hard as he had smacked my butt, but it still caused me to suck in air. “Pinch. Your. Nipples.” He punctuated the first two words with a light swat to each thigh, and the last one with a swat to my sex.
I brought my hands to my chest and began playing my nipples for him. I briefly wondered if I should be angry with him for the way he was talking to me, but I was enjoying myself far too much to worry about how I “should” be reacting.
All coherent thoughts ceased when he grabbed my thighs and slammed into me. He was relentless with his thrusts. He grunted, cursed, and said all kinds of filthy things to me. “You better fucking come, Ember. I’m about to fucking blow and I’m not stopping for you.” He lightly tapped my clit and that was all it took. I fell headfirst into the most intense pleasure.
When my sense of reality returned, Dash was hovering over me, sweaty and panting, with his hand over my mouth. “They’re going to think I was killing you with the way you were screaming,” he laughed. “Twenty bucks says someone is knocking on that door within two minutes.”
I blushed from my head to my toes, “You’re not serious are you?”
He grinned, “Yeah, babe, I am. They’re used to hearing that shit come from Carbon’s room, not mine.”
I frantically tried to push him off of me. “Let me up! I’ve got to get some clothes on!”
“Wait! Let me clean you up first,” he said as he started to move himself off of me.
“I can do it in the bathroom,” I argued. I just wanted to get some clothes on before anyone came knocking.
“That’s not what I meant,” he cast his eyes away from me. “I’m sorry, baby, I forgot the condom.” I gasped. “I pulled out. I know it’s not fail-safe, but I didn’t realize until the last second.” He glanced at my stomach, “Anyway, let me get something for that.”
He returned quickly with a damp cloth and cleaned his mess off of me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my temple, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, are you okay?”
He chuckled, “Hell yeah, I’m okay. That was the best sex of my life.”
I beamed at his words, “Really?”
“Yes, really. I got a little carried away. Are you sure I didn’t go too far?”
“I’m sure. I, um,” I looked down at my lap, fighting the urge to rub my palms together. I lowered my voice and said, “I liked it. A lot.”
He kissed my temple again, “I did, too. I’m sorry about the other part. I’m clean, so you don’t have to worry about that. We can get you one of those Plan B pills if you’re worried about pregnancy.”
I don’t know what came over me, but I said exactly what I was thinking without even considering how he would react, “I don’t want that. If I get pregnant, I get pregnant. If I don’t, I’ll make an appointment and get put on birth control.”
“If you get pregnant, we’re getting married right away. Your dad specifically told me not to make you a mother before you were married,” he said, completely serious.
“What?” I shrieked and then stopped myself. “Wait. Let’s worry about this when and if the time comes, okay?”
“Sounds good to me, baby.”
We cleaned up and got dressed. “Oh, by the way, you owe me $20,” I reminded him.
