"I won't beg."
"You will." His fingers find my clit through the fabric, rubbing slow circles. "You'll beg me to fill you. To breed you. To never stop."
I bite my lip hard, trying not to react. But my hips move involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
"There she is," he says, satisfaction in his voice.
His hand slides under the waistband of my leggings. I should stop him. Should push him away. Should do anything except let him touch me like this.
But I'm frozen as his fingers slide lower, finding me wet and ready beneath my panties.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're soaked. All this from just sitting on my lap?"
He strokes through my folds, learning me, exploring. When his finger circles my entrance, I whimper.
I've never done this. Of course, I've touched myself before, late at night when I couldn't sleep. Ground against my pillow seeking relief. But I've never put anything inside. Never even used my own fingers. The idea always felt too invasive, too much.
And now he's about to.
"You're so tight," he says, voice strained. "Virgin tight. Have you ever even touched yourself here? Put your fingers inside?"
"No," I whisper, shame heating my face.
"Good." The word is a dark purr of satisfaction. "I'm going to have to work my cock into this pussy slowly. Carefully. Make sure you can take all of me."
He pushes one finger inside, just the tip. The sensation is completely foreign. Not painful exactly, but strange. Overwhelming. Too much and not enough.
"Shh," he soothes, his other arm tightening around my waist. "Just one finger. You're taking it so well,malyshka. Such a good girl for me."
He pushes deeper, slowly, letting me adjust to the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. My body tenses around the invasion.
"Breathe," he commands softly. "Relax. Let me in."
I force myself to breathe, and as I do, the burning stretch becomes something else. Something that makes me ache.
"There," he murmurs. "Feel that? That's what it's like to be filled. Tomorrow it'll be my cock, thick and hard, stretching you open even more."
He starts to move his finger in and out, and I can't control the sounds escaping my throat. It's so intimate. So invasive. He's inside me, touching me in ways I've never even touched myself.
"Shh," he soothes, his other arm tightening around my waist. "Just one finger. Tomorrow it'll be my cock, thick and hard, stretching you open."
He pushes deeper, slowly, letting me adjust. The sensation is foreign and overwhelming and not enough all at once.
"How does it feel?" he asks, continuing to move his finger in and out slowly. "Being filled? Being claimed?"
"Strange," I admit breathlessly. "I've never had this."
"I know." His voice is thick with satisfaction. "You've never had anything inside you. Just rubbed that needy little pussy against your pillow late at night when you couldn't sleep. Isn't that right?"
Heat floods my face. I’d hoped he hadn’t known about that, but he knows everything.
"I'm going to give you another," he warns. "It'll burn. But you're going to take it for me. Because tomorrow you'll take my cock, and that's much thicker than two fingers."
He adds the second finger and I gasp at the stretch. My body fights the intrusion, clenching tight around him.
"Relax," he commands, his thumb finding my clit to distract from the discomfort. "Let me in. Let me teach your body how to take me."
I force myself to breathe through it, and gradually the burn fades into something else. Something that makes me squirm in his lap, seeking more.
