“Bend over.”
He pushed her down with light pressure between her shoulders, then harder pressure as she resisted. She didn’t mean to. It was her body still trying to fight him, not her mind. Settle down, she thought. Bend over. He’s the one in charge.
Her ankles were still cuffed, her legs spread, so when he bent her over the bed, she felt more exposed than ever. Her pussy was soaked for all her fears, and her legs trembled.
“You can rest against the bed,” he told her. He rubbed her shoulders and she moaned at how good his fingers felt digging into her tense muscles. He massaged down her bent arms and gave a little squeeze to the back of her neck. Her bottom and thighs still throbbed from her punishment, mostly from the strap, and her eyes were still wet with tears.
“That’s a good girl,” he said. “A good, obedient girl.”
He left her, and she tried to relax until he came back, but it was useless. She knew what was coming. She wanted it, but she was afraid. She heard him open a condom and peeked beneath her arms to see him rolling it onto his cock. Oh Jesus. Oh God. She closed her eyes when she heard the click of a cap. He parted her ass cheeks, giving her a small spank when she jumped.
“Relax, girl. You can’t get away, can you? You’re chained to the bed and your arms are bound, so you don’t have any way to push me away or stop me.”
She let out a sob. It seemed like the right time.
“That’s right,” he said, like her sob had been some answer. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to let me, and that’s how it’s going to be.”
As he said this, he slid a finger into her asshole, lubing her up. She tried not to clench, not to be that slut, but her pussy clenched anyway. With the sex toy still lodged in her pussy, his finger felt tight inside her. His cock would never fit. She stirred as he pulled his finger out and smoothed more lube around her hole. Her sensitized nipples slid across the sheets, making her shiver.
“Please,” she said.
“Please fuck you?”
She nodded. Yes, that was what she wanted.
“Say it. Please fuck my ass, Jonathan.”
“Please fuck my ass, Jonathan.”
He gave a low growl of satisfaction as he positioned his cock at her ass. “I’ve wanted to do this to you forever, Ruby. So I’m going to make it slow, so slow. I’m going to make it last.”
She’d never really stopped crying from her spread-eagle beating, and now the tears came again, harder, as his cock pushed her asshole open with a stretching, scary sensation. Her pussy was already so full, and now he was forcing his cock into her ass. Yes, forcing it. She wanted to think of it that way, and she cried and said ow, ow, ow, and begged him to stop, please, no, and he did, waiting for her to say Stravinsky, or even Stra, but that wasn’t why she was saying no. She didn’t mean no at all. She arched her hips toward him so he would know for sure that her no’s meant yes.
He growled again, that growl she’d never heard from him until now. It was pure animal, pure sex. He gripped her waist, half inside her, and held her down as he pushed the rest of the way into her tight ass. She cried like it was killing her, but the tears weren’t pain-tears anymore. They were sex-tears, as hot and searing as the strap marks on her ass.
The toy in her pussy made it a tight fit, but the lube got him inside her, until she was so full and fucked and penetrated that she couldn’t move. He started to move instead, first grasping her waist, then holding her ass cheeks apart so he could push himself inside again.
The acute pain was over, the pain of him stretching her asshole open. It was replaced now by the dull, stretching pain of too much cock in too small a place.
“Oww,” she continued to moan, squeezing her hands into fists.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? Poor baby.”
Now that he was in her, comfortably in her, he started to move in a rhythm, fucking her slow and steady, curving his long, hard torso over her back and pressing his thighs to the sore backs of her legs. He’d said he’d go slow and make it last forever, and he did. Each firm, deep stroke was an assertion of dominance. Sometimes he drove so deep he lifted her toes from the floor. Other times he rocked in her, fucking her gently, yanking her hair back and kissing her while she sobbed into his mouth.
She was dying of pain and pleasure. He was killing her. Each time he bumped against her ass, shoving his cock inside, he pushed her clit against the bed. She wanted to come so bad but she couldn’t quite get there, no matter how she squirmed. She thought he probably enjoyed watching her struggle and pull at her bound wrists. When she moved her hips too wildly, he held them still and fucked her deeper, keeping the upper hand.