She gasps, her whole body jerking.
“Or talked back to.” Another smack, harder this time. Red blooms across her skin. “Keep doing it, and this is going to be in your mouth.” I grab a stick of butter from the counter and rub it roughly over her asshole. She looks over her shoulder at me, and the expression on her face—fuck, I can’t read it. She can’t fucking want this, can she? Jesus.
I pull out my cock, already hard, and stroke it slowly. “You ever been DPed, Sophie?”
She blinks at me. “What does that mean?”
A dark smile spreads across my face. This is going to break her. This is going to send her running. “Fuck your ass with your finger.”
“What?!” Her voice pitches high.
I grab her arm and twist it behind her back then butter her fingers heavily and coat her back entrance with more. “Finger. Your. Ass.”
She’s trembling beneath me but does as she’s told, tentatively pushing the tip of one finger inside. I smack her hand and she retracts, uncertain.
“Push it in.”
She obeys, whimpering softly.
“Now add a finger.”
“Vin, I don’t think I can—”
“Don’t give me that. You’ve had my dick in your ass; you can take two of your small fingers.”
“I can’t—”
I force three of her fingers together, my hand engulfing hers. “No to two? Then you’re going to fuck your ass with three fingers.”
She gasps as I push her fingers deep inside her. “Vin! Vin!”
I grab the wooden spoon again and bring it down on her ass in rapid succession until welts start to appear. “Now fuck yourself.”
She does, her movements hesitant at first, then more confident. When she starts to relax, her eyes fluttering closed, I roll a condom on and push inside her pussy in one brutal thrust.
Her eyes fly open. She arches her back, crying out. “Vin! It’s too much—”
I bring the spoon down on her ass again, over and over until she’s squealing. Then I shove the handle between her teeth like a bit. “You don’t make the fucking rules, princess.” I bend over her back, pushing balls deep. “Now fuck your ass as hard as I’m fucking that dripping wet pussy.”
She obeys, and the dual sensation of her fingers working her ass while I pound her pussy is almost too much for both of us. I stand to my full height, gripping her ass with both hands, watching my cock and her fingers disappear into her over and over.
“Fuck, the way your ass moves.” I slap her ass again, watching the flesh ripple. FUCK. I press down on her hand the next time she goes into her ass with her fingers and make her go deeper. She drags in a staggered shaking breath and then starts fucking herself again slower, deeper, and I match her pace then slowly speed it up until I’m slamming into her.
She’s blissed out now, the spoon falling from her mouth as she moans long and low, sounds that go straight to my cock.
Something on the stove starts to smoke. The acrid smell cuts through the kitchen.
“Vin, the sauce—burning—”
I slap her ass hard. “When my dick is inside you, that’s all you need to worry about. Move your hand.” I knock her hand away from her ass, coat my own much larger fingers in butter, and push three inside her, stretching her.
“VIN!”
I’m fucking her pussy with my cock, her ass with my fingers, and she’s taking it all. “You want more fingers?”
“No!”
“Keep talking and I’ll have my fist in your ass before you finish your next sentence.”
