It didn’t come.
My fingers squeezed at my bottom cheeks, but I didn’t dare let go.
The metal plug slid along my wet folds and then he pushed it inside my pussy, coating it with my slickness before he dragged it back to my bottom hole. I stilled, nervous. I didn’t know how large the toy was or how much this was going to hurt but I continued holding myself open for him.
My pussy clenched tightly with nervous excitement.
The tip of the plug settled on top of my tight rim and he pressed down, slowly forcing the metal toy inside me. I cried out, my bottom hole burning hotly as he stretched me. I wanted to let go of my ass cheeks, to fight back against the intrusion of this hard metal toy but I didn’t dare.
The bulbous toy grew wider, stretching my tight hole more and more. When the widest part breached my bottom, a fiery burning pain ratcheted through my body and then it slowly receded. With one last push, the plug popped inside me.
I felt so full. The stiff, hard metal had warmed with my body and I tensed, feeling it deep inside me. My inner walls fluttered, and my pussy tightened with anxious desire. My asshole clenched just a little bit, exploring the feeling of having a plug inside me for the very first time. The fur on the long fox tail brushed my bottom cheeks and the back of my thighs and I bit my lip.
I couldn’t stop my thighs from trembling. Overwhelming need washed over me, and I whimpered from its tremendous power. After several long seconds, I squirmed a little over his thighs, feeling the tail move just a little inside me.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked the way it felt. I liked that even though it was fully inside me, it hurt just a little bit. Even now, I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. I knew that I was wetter than ever.
“You’re going to wear this often for me, little pet. I think it will be a good reminder of who owns this delectable little body of yours,” he murmured, his fingers tracing over top of the extended portion of the plug. He pressed down on it softly and I cried out.
“Do you like having your little bottom full for me, Cara?” he asked, and I moaned with shame. He was going to make me admit to my desires. My face flushed hotly, and I was thankful that I could hide it in the blankets beneath me. When I didn’t answer immediately, his fingers slipped between my legs and he pinched my clit hard.
“Yes, sir,” I cried out.
“Tell me. What exactly do you like, little pet?” he pressed, and I whined.
“I like having my bottom full for you, sir,” I finally answered, shaking with arousal. I felt so embarrassed but so turned on at the same time. Gently, he pushed my fingers aside, allowing me to release my bottom cheeks. Then he gripped my waist and roughly tossed me on my back onto the bed. My bottom pressed into the bed, making me even more keenly aware of my punished cheeks and the large metal plug pressed deep into my asshole.
He stood up, gazing down at my naked body and I shivered with longing.
“Spread your thighs, pet. Show me how wet that little pussy is for me,” he demanded, and I obeyed. Slowly, I spread myself for him, feeling the air caress my very wet folds.
He removed his shirt, revealing his sculpted, muscled form and I sucked in a breath. Then he kicked off his boots and I watched as his hands fell to his belt. I moaned softly, the sound of leather sliding against leather loud as he unbuckled his belt. With a smirk in my direction, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, along with his black cotton boxers. I bit my lip and spread my thighs wider, desperate for his thick cock to slide inside me.
He climbed over the top of my body and I trembled beneath him, arching my hips up toward him. He lowered himself and pressed his shaft against my wet folds. Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, dragging the warmth of his cock against my clit and I shuddered with pleasure.
He teased me with his cock for several minutes until I was shaking with the need to come. I moaned with yearning but I knew that I would only get to come when he decided that I had earned it.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered, feeling myself blush hotly at the raunchy words escaping my lips. Filthy, dirty, and wrong, but I needed it. I needed to be fucked.
His hips rocked a little faster and I cried out. I sounded like a feral cat, a wild animal that relied only on instinct and nothing else.
“Please,” I begged again and then the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance for a brief second before his hips surged forward. He was rough in his taking of me, but I didn’t care. It was what I needed.
My body screamed with pain as he slammed into me, forcing me to take every inch of his length in a single stroke. It hurt for a long moment but then my pussy clenched greedily around him. Raw pleasure cascaded through me.
With the plug deep in my body and the wide girth of Bane’s cock within my pussy, I felt so full. So sensitive and my entire body reacted with visceral sensation. I couldn’t even begin to try to control it. My blood boiled just beneath my skin. My core tightened with tumultuous desire and my heart beat like a drum in my chest. I found it difficult to breathe and then he started to rock his hips back and forth.
There wasn’t a single ounce of gentleness in the way he fucked me. It was rough but it was exactly what I needed. My bottom burned, sore from the harshness of his palm and full of the hard metal of the plug, but I loved it. I knew my ass was likely very red as were the folds of my pussy and that made me happy. I liked wearing his mark and I hoped that he would do it again and again in the future.
He took me hard and fast and I soon lost myself in his movements. His cock ravaged my pussy, long and thick and exactly what I needed. Soon, I forgot the events of the day. I forgot the dangers we faced, and I forgot about the fact that I had killed three men today. All that mattered was him, me, and the thick cock between my thighs.
His palm ventured up around my throat and circled it, his fingers squeezing tight enough to just limit the amount of air I was able to pull into my lungs.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, punctuating his words with harsh strokes that left me both breathless and sore and incredibly aroused.
“Yours, sir,” I whimpered.
“Who decides when you get to come, little pet?”
