Fuck, I couldn’t believe his finger was rubbingback there! One of his hands still gripped my ass cheek while his finger continued to rub, then it would still, then rubagain.
“Ryan, relax, and focus on my voice,understand?”
“Yes,Russell.”
Voice. Focus on his voice, I toldmyself.
“Are you in physical discomfort?” heasked.
“No,” I swallowed hard and then thought about it again. I wasn’t. “No, Russell. No physicaldiscomfort.”
“Good, boy. Are you thinking about other people and your experiences withthem?”
Fuck, he worded things in ways that got me to really think. But that wasn’t it. I wasn’t thinking of anyone other thanRussell.
“Ryan. Answerme.”
“No, Russell. I’m not thinking aboutthem.”
“Good, Ryan.Relax.”
I focused on his voice, shut my eyes, and tried to relax. Russell spit again, and I felt more fluid hit me back there. This time it landed right above my hole, and I felt it slowly slide down and just inside. His finger started to rub again and the motions worked the saliva insideme.
“Remember, Ryan, I will never harmyou.”
I frowned because I knew that. He always phrased it that way too. It’s never ‘I won’t hurt you,’ it’s always ‘I won’t harmyou.’
“I know,Russell.”
“Good boy,Ryan.”
I closed my eyes to relax and enjoy the rubbing motion. I felt more pressure back there that wouldn’t let up. It kept going and going until his finger was inside. I knew it was just his finger, but it felt like his whole fucking arm. Instinctively, I moved my hands, and the chains rattled. Russell moved his hand from my ass cheek to the small of myback.
“Easy, Ryan. Bestill.”
“Okay,” I panted.What the fuck was he going todo?
“Ryan,breathe.”
“Okay.”
He rubbed on my lower back and every few seconds he’d patit.
“Come on, Ryan, deep breath.” I focused on his voice and took a deep breath. “Exhale…good, Ryan. Now, are you in physicalpain?”
I almost laughed at how he worded that this time. No longer was it, ‘are you in physical discomfort.’ Now it’s, ‘are you in physicalpain.’
“No, Sir. But—” I paused, unsure of how to say what I was thinking and worriedabout.
“Speak, Ryan. Your voice will always beheard.”
“Don’t…don’t move your finger.Please.”
“You have my word, Ryan. I won’t move it. I just want you to feelit.”
I remained still and took shallow breaths because the deeper the breath that I took, the more it seemed to draw his finger into me. I was lost in my thoughts when his hand slapped my ass right before he gripped that same cheek. He tugged on it and then spit again onme.
“I’m going to move my finger just a little. Relax, I’m going to withdraw itslowly.”
