He pulled out completely, flipping me onto my stomach with ease. My bound hands pressed against the small of my back as he lifted my hips, positioning me on my knees, chest pressed to the mattress.
Vulnerable. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.
His palm smoothed over the curve of my ass, then smacked down—sharp, stinging.
I yelped.
"Count."
Another smack.
"One," I gasped.
"Louder."
Smack.
"Two!"
He alternated between cheeks, palm warming my skin until it burned. By the fifth, I was sobbing his name, dripping onto the sheets.
"Such a good girl." He spread me open with his thumbs, admiring. "Look how wet you are. Soaking for me."
Then his tongue—hot and wicked—licked a stripe from my clit to my other hole, circling that forbidden place.
I jolted, shocked.
"Ivan—"
"Shh." He did it again, slower. "Remember what you promised? You'd try anything once."
My heart hammered. "I—"
"Trust me, kitten."
His finger pressed against my rim, slick with lube I hadn't noticed him grab. Gentle pressure, working me open slowly while his other hand stroked my clit.
The dual sensation was overwhelming—pleasure and unfamiliar pressure blending until I couldn't think straight.
"Breathe," he murmured. "Relax for me."
One finger slid inside, paused. Let me adjust. Then began moving, slow and careful, coordinated with the fingers on my clit until I was pushing back against him, panting.
"More?"
I nodded frantically.
A second finger joined the first, stretching. He took his time, patient and thorough, until I was loose and desperate, begging incoherently.
"Please, Ivan, need you..."
He withdrew his fingers, pressed the head of his cock against my entrance—the usual one. Thrust in deep.
The relief was instant and shattering. I screamed into the pillow as he fucked me hard and fast, chasing his own release now, done teasing.
His thumb pressed against my other hole, not entering, just pressure—a promise.
"Next time," he growled. "Next time I'll have you there too. Every part of you, Anna. Mine."