She whimpers when I position the tip of my cock at the entrance of her tight little asshole. “Oh God. This is going tohurt.”
Her fear and hesitation please me in the most twisted way, but it also shows me how much work I have ahead of me in molding her into my perfectsubmissive.
I rub the head of my cock through the lube on her ass, coating it in the slickness for an easier entrance. I’d love to shove my cock into her right now and hear her sharp intake of air, but I don’t want to make this a bad experience for her. I need her to want to do thisagain.
I position the head of my cock at her entrance for penetration. “Relax.”
“I’m trying,Tristan.”
I push lightly, and her body accepts the first inch of my cock, but then I hit a wall. A sharp exhale leaves her mouth. “Ohhh… fuck. That alreadyhurts.”
“Bear down alittle.”
“What?”
“Bear down like you’re trying to push meout.”
“I’m not doingthat.”
“Trust me. It’ll make it feelbetter.”
Emma Lia takes several deep breaths, and then I feel her sphincter open when she follows my instructions. I waste no time rocking in and out, advancing my cock gradually until I’m sheathed entirely, ignoring her attempts to squirmaway.
Her ass is so tight around my cock that I’m shaking from the effort it’s taking to control myself. “You feel so fucking good.” My voice is gruff and thick withlust.
“It’s burning… oh God… I can’t… Tristan, please… you’re stretching me toomuch.”
“Stay with me, bebelle. I promise that I’m going to make you feel good, but it’s going to take a littlework.”
I go still, my cock all the way in her ass. My hand pets her pussy, spreading her juices all over her soft folds.My fingers lightly rub her clit in a circular motion, and it isn’t long before she’s breathing deeply and rocking her hips against myhand.
I pull my cock back slowly and advance again, a shiver running down my spine because the pleasure is so intense, and this time she doesn’t protest. Explosive pleasure shoots through my balls as her ass squeezes my dick.I withdraw from her halfway and plunge back in, savoring the feel of her body’s compression aroundme.
She cries out when I drive into her, the sound a mix of sobs and gasping as I fall into a rough, rhythmic pace.And that’s when I look at her and see the tears. The real kind. The kind that I love. But I’m torn inside. I have an intense desire to hurt her and protect her at the sametime.
“Do you want me tostop?”
She breathes in deeply. “No. Maybe you could just goslower?”
Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss to her lips. I then brace myself over her with one hand and we’re face-to-face with barely any space between us. “All right,baby.”
I slowly knead the top of her wet slit and thrust into her with care. Her moans take on a different sound—pleasure and ecstasy instead ofpain.
My orgasm approaches with sudden intensity, my spine tingling as my balls constrict. I stave off the orgasm for as long as I can, hoping that she’ll catch up with me, and then her ass contracts around my cock. Her muscles spasm rhythmically around my cock, and she cries out beneath me. And I realize that she’scoming.
“Oh God, Tristan… I’mcoming.”
I hear her tell me that she’s coming, and it triggers my orgasm like a bomb. It’s a jolt of intense pleasure surging through my body as jets of cum spurt into her deepest, darkest depths, leaving me astonished and breathless from the power behind myrelease.
I carefully pull out of her, and she lies there limp and boneless. I release both nipple clamps and she doesn’t react—until blood rushes back to the assaulted buds. A moan leaves her mouth, and tears well up in her eyes as her hands go to her breasts, holding pressure over them. Small sobs shake the delicate frame of herbody.
I was too aggressive. I should have gone easier on her; she wasn’t ready to go thatfar.
I move to sit on the bed and pull my girl onto my lap. My arms wrap around her body, and I rock back and forth gently and sweetly as though she’s a child that I’m trying to console. And I’m thrilled when she buries her face against my shoulder and sobs. Why? Because I know that it means she craves consolation from the one who hurt her. More proof that she is accepting her place as mysubmissive.
“We’re not done, and fate knows it. You won’t pull that keytonight.”
“Iknow.”
My dark soul rejoices, drinking in her acceptance of our relationship. Her submission may not be given in the traditional manner, but it is mine. And I hope that it’s enough if I’m the one who loses when she pulls those keystonight.
