My words dissolved into another cry as he changed his angle, somehow driving even deeper. The fullness was beyond anything the plugs had prepared me for. This was alive, hot, relentless. This was Mike claiming me in the most primal way possible, and my body was responding with a hunger that terrified me.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. “My good little anal slut, taking cock in her virgin ass while her pussy stays sealed.”
The degrading words should have shamed me. Instead, they pushed me closer to something I couldn’t quite reach, something that hovered just beyond my grasp. My sealed pussy throbbed desperately, wetness leaking from the tiny opening, and I realized with a jolt of mortification that I might actually come from this. From being fucked in the ass. From being used and degraded and claimed so completely.
“If you’re a good girl and please me with your ass,” Mike growled, behind me and above me, as his enormous manhood surged in and out of my bottom hole, “and you don’t make a fuss tomorrow about wearing your microkini to show off your whipped bottom…”
“Please,” I whimpered, not even knowing what I was begging for anymore. “Please, sir, I need?—”
“I know exactly what you need.” His pace increased, each thrust harder than the last. “If you’re a good girl tomorrow I’ll open your pussy and claim you there, but… right now… you need to come with my cock in your ass. You need to squeeze around me and show me what a perfect little whore you are.”
One of his hands left my hip and reached around, working under my hip to press firmly against my sealed pussy. The pressure combined with the relentless pounding of his cock in my bottom was too much. I felt my core muscles clench involuntarily, and suddenly I was there—falling over the edge into an orgasm so intense it whited out my vision.
I screamed, my whole body convulsing against the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My anus clenched rhythmically around Mike’s cock, and I heard him groan above me, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Fuck,” he growled. “That’s it, squeeze my cock. Milk it while I fill your ass.”
He drove into me one final time and held himself there, and I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me. The sensation triggered another smaller orgasm, and I sobbed helplessly as my body wrung every last drop of pleasure from the degrading act.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever—him buried deep in my bottom, me bound and trembling beneath him. Finally, he withdrew slowly, and I whimpered at the emptiness, at the strange sense of loss.
Mike’s hands were gentle as he untied the ropes, rubbing circulation back into my wrists and ankles. When he had finished untying me, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom. I felt boneless, utterly spent, my body still trembling with aftershocks. The welts on my bottom burned where they pressed against his forearm and my anus felt strange—as if that part of me didn’t belong to me anymore, after my sponsor had claimed it so forcefully as his own property.
He set me down gently on my feet in the shower and turned on the water with the showerhead pointed away, adjusting the temperature until it was warm but not too hot. Then he stepped in behind me and pulled me against his chest, holding me under the spray. I leaned into him, grateful for the support because I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me on their own.
His hands moved over my back in soothing circles, and then lower, between my bottom cheeks. I tensed instinctively, but his touch was tender now, careful. He cleaned me there with a gentleness that made my throat tight, washing away the remnants of what he’d done to me. The intimacy of it felt almost more intense than the sex itself.
“Now you,” he murmured, pressing a bar of soap into my hands. “Wash my cock for me.”
I looked down at his manhood, still semi-hard despite his climax in my no-longer-virgin anus. My face went hot as I lathered the soap between my palms and reached for him. The moment my soapy hands wrapped around his shaft, I felt it twitch and begin to swell. Within seconds he was fully erect again, thick and rigid in my grip.
Pride surged through me at the evidence of my effect on him, but it was quickly followed by a spike of fear. My master’s enormous penis had gotten hard again. Which meant he would want to use me again, come inside me again the way he was entitled to do, whenever he chose. My jaw still felt sore from sucking him on the plane, and my bottom—god, my bottom felt stretched and tender and used. I didn’t think I could take him in either place again so soon.
But even as fear twisted my stomach, I felt that familiar throb of arousal between my legs. My sealed pussy clenched involuntarily, and I realized with dismay that part of me wanted it. Wanted him to use me however he chose, without regard for my comfort or even my safety. Part of me wanted to be his toy, his slut, his good girl.
I must have made some sound—a whimper or a gasp—because Mike’s hand came up to cup my cheek, tilting my face toward his.
“Hey,” he said softly, his dark eyes searching mine. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, but my voice shook. “I just… I thought you might want to…”
“To fuck your face again?” he finished, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “Or maybe take another turn in that freshly fucked ass of yours?”
My face blazed with heat and I nodded, unable to meet his gaze.
“Not tonight, sweetheart,” he assured me, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Your body needs rest. I won’t use your mouth or your bottom again until tomorrow.”
Relief flooded through me, quickly followed by a confusing surge of disappointment.
“But…” I heard myself say, the word coming out before I could stop it. My hands were still wrapped around his hard cock, feeling it pulse under my soapy touch. “Can I please you another way, sir? I want to be a good girl for you.”
The words surprised me as much as they seemed to please him. His eyes darkened with desire, and that little smile I was coming to know so well played at the corners of his mouth.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice taking on that commanding edge that made my stomach flip. “Stand behind me.”
I moved behind him on shaky legs, confused about what he wanted. The warm water cascaded over both of us, steam rising around us in the spacious shower. Mike reached back and took my soapy hand, guiding it around his body to wrap around his cock again.
“Stroke me,” he commanded. “And press that sealed little pussy against my thigh.”
