“You like this, princess,” he taunts in his hoarse voice. “You like me punishing you, don’t you? You like having your tight little hole stretched.”
“Ronan…” I pant, unsure what I even want to say.
“You don’t need to tell me,” he says. “I can already tell.”
His fingers slide out of me only to be replaced by the hard, cold plug. He brings it to my tiny hole, adding yet another squirt of lube as he starts trying to work it inside me.
My whole body braces against the penetration. I’ve risen up onto my knees, ass in the air and face buried in the duvet. He grips my ass cheeks and spreads them as he works the small, steel anal plug into me.
It stings. It makes my ass throb on fire all over again as it breeches the tight ring of muscle, pushing past my sphincter.
Ronan fingers my pussy, recognizing the pleasure offsets the pain. I bite down on my bottom lip and try to hold in the strangled noise begging for release.
I’m not even sure if it’s a moan or a whimper. If it’s pleasure or if it’s pain or both.
All I know is my body’s suddenly buzzing. My pussy’s throbbing. My head is a haze of conflicting thoughts while I try to process what’s happening.
Ronan finally gets the plug to slip inside my asshole. The tiny, spherical-shaped object pushes into me, spreading me open like never before.
My insides burn in response. It doesn’t feel good. It feels uncomfortable and thick, even as small as it is.
Yet as he works it into me and the pain burns like hot flames, I’m full of adrenaline. I’m breathing heavily and tuned into how my pussy throbs away.
She’s so desperate, so hungry. So keen when Ronan’s fingers finally give her some well-deserved attention again, even with the burning ache in my ass.
I grind back against him and earn a throaty chuckle.
“That’s what I thought, princess,” he says, rubbing me some more. “You want me to fuck this pussy? You want me to fill you up with this big, fat cock?”
My answer comes in an unintelligible whimper.
He laughs again. “I’d love to. But I’m not sure if you’re ready to be penetrated like that just yet. Not with the plug still inside you. Tell you what—how about I fuck another hole of yours?”
A sharp shiver takes hold of me as he rubs my clit and then disappears altogether. My pussy’s left neglected once more as Ronan takes his fingers away, and then the mattress is quaking with more movement.
He’s come around to kneel in front of me.
…with his cock out.
Hard. Large. Throbbing. Veiny.
His cock is out, and it’s rock hard as he fists it in long, quick strokes.
I’m reminded how much I hate this man. How I fucking hate the man I call my husband, yet as his cock suddenly appears in front of my face, I’d be a liar if I said a fresh wave of lust doesn’t hit me.
The hunger I’ve been feeling manifests in how my tongue pokes out and I lick my lips.
I’ve never sucked dick before. Just like I’ve never done anything sexual before.
But as Ronan fists himself and kneels before me on the bed, I realize… I want to.
A deep, deep sense of shame follows.
This man has bound my wrists. He’s spanked me with his belt. He’s penetrated my ass with an anal plug.
Yet here I am, suddenly desperate to suck his dick.
All while my pussy aches to be filled by it.
