“Ye… yes, Sir.”
“Is it acceptable for you to shout at your alpha?”
“No, Sir,” I reply as my skin starts to tingle with anticipation. Normally, a man referring to himself as an alpha would have me rolling my eyes, but there’s something about this man that takes dominance to a new level. Something about him embodies that word. Is he going to punish me? And if so, how?
His hold on my chin relaxes and his hand slides down my throat. A smile ghosts his lips before he speaks again. “What’s left on our itinerary for tonight?”
My breath hitches when the memory hits me—my masked dominant saying he would take my ass.
“Don’t make me ask again, Kitten. You’re already in trouble,” he says as he pulls back. His cock stands proud, hard as steel and still wet with our combined releases.
"You were going to fuck my ass," I whisper. I’ve come more times tonight than I have in my life, but with this man around, it will never be enough. He’s every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, and apparently, he needs no refractory period if he’s already able to go again. Which may just be the hottest thing in the world.
He steps away and grabs my bag, rummaging until he finds a butt plug and lube. I watch him with awe; his tanned body looks like it was carved from stone. Like some sort of Greek god. So perfect, it’s hard to believe he’s real. I wonder what his reason is for keeping his identity hidden. What drew him to Sanctum Obscura. Why does he hide so much of his face, and will it match the rest of him when I see it? If I see it.
“That’s right,” he says, evaluating the toy for a moment before setting it aside. “And I know it’s important that I stick to the plan. You need to know what’s going to happen, isn’t that right?”
A whimper escapes my lips as he squirts a liberal amount of lubricant in his hand and spreads it over his hard cock. “I’m still going to fuck your ass,” he continues, “but you don’t have permission to come. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” I reply as relief washes over me. It’s only been a couple of hours since I met him, but the idea of him withdrawing from me already stings. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself back between my thighs again.
“Don’t you want to take me from behind?” I ask, my brows scrunching in confusion at our position.
“No, I want to watch your face as I fill your ass. I want to see the pain morph into pleasure, and then I want to see your frustrationbuilding as the need to come grows unbearable. You won’t come, though. And the next time you think you know better than your Dom, you’ll think again. Perhaps you will remember this is what you get when you make accusations about what is or is not okay for me.”
With that, he pushes a finger into my tight hole, pumping in and out, before adding a second lubricated finger. I groan with the delicious sensation of him stretching and prepping me, and then he lines his cock up with my asshole and thrusts in. I squirm when he breaches the tight ring of muscles at my entrance, squeezing my eyes shut as the intrusion burns and fills me. He pushes in, further than any toy I have ever played with, and by the time he stills, I’m sweating and crying.
“It’s too big,” I gasp. “Too much.”
“You can take it,” he says harshly, his voice bordering on a growl that liquefies my insides. “You were made for me. Made to take my fucking cock.”
But despite the sharp tone, he stills, allowing me to accommodate to the intrusion. I force myself to relax and breathe. Force myself to surrender to this man whose name I don’t even know. Because, for some reason I can’t even begin to comprehend, he evokes a feeling of safety and belonging.
When I’m finally able to open my eyes, the intensity of his gaze—even interrupted by his mask—takes my breath away. Slowly, so slowly, he begins to move his cock, only withdrawing an inch or so before pushing back in. And all the while, he stares into my eyes. I can barely see his with the design of his mask,but Ifeelthem. The golden hue of his irises glow through the mesh, appearing unnatural and mesmerizing at the same time. The pain melts into pleasure, and my erratic breathing builds along with the intensity of his movements.
“I’m so full,” I groan.
“Fucking take it,” he grits out as his thrusts become rougher, harder, desperate. He ruts into me like an animal during mating season, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me.
I cry out, wanting to beg him to let me come as my core clenches and my clit throbs. But I don’t. This is my punishment, and I will take every second of it. I hurt him. I deserve to suffer for that.
“I’m going to fuck this tight little hole every time you try to take over. Understand?”
“Ye… yes, Sir,” I moan as his pace becomes merciless and pain begins to build once more. “Th… thank you, Sir.”
With a final deep push, he growls, and I feel the throbbing release of his cum emptying into my ass. He lowers my legs slowly, gently, and pulls out of me.
“Did you learn your lesson?” he asks, his tone harsh and unforgiving.
“Yes, Sir.”
He climbs out from between my legs and rolls me over onto my front. I watch him over my shoulder as he grabs the plug he left out earlier. “Spread your cheeks.”
My face heats, but I follow his order, placing a hand on each butt cheek and pulling them apart. He pushes the plug inside me, and its coolness soothes the raw heat from being so thoroughly fucked.
He rubs my cheeks and caresses my back before leaning in to whisper in my ear, “You’re going to keep my cum plugged in your ass until tomorrow morning so you don’t forget that I own you. You are mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
A thrill runs through me at the idea of belonging to this man for more than a night. He climbs off the bed and washes his hands and cock in the sink in the corner of the room. Then he grabs wipes, which he uses to clean our bodies of remaining fluids before pulling his boxers back on. He searches through the room until he finds a blanket to wrap around me before dragging me onto his lap and cradling me against his chest.
