‘Let’s have these a bit wider, shall we?’ he suggested, nudging my thighs apart with his palms.
‘What are you going to do?’ I asked nervously. ‘Is it going to hurt?’
‘No. Well, I hope not. Maybe a little.’
I knew then what he was going to do. At least, I thought I did, but when I heard a quiet buzzing behind me I decided I must be wrong.
The vibrator felt cold against my inner thigh, but it soon warmed on its travels up and down both legs. By the time it arrived between my pussy lips, I was ready for it. I sighed with satisfaction when Dan stroked it around my clit, occasionally pressing it down against the swollen bud. This was lovely. All my tension was floating away, replaced by sheer pleasure.
‘Oh, that’s nice,’ I murmured.
‘I’m good to you, aren’t I?’ he said, switching the vibe up a gear. Now waves of stronger arousal pulsed through me. I longed for him to really rub hard at my clit, but he kept easing off when things seemed to be building to a head.
‘You’re good … oh … please …’ If this was revenge, he was serving it very hot. Stupid proverbs, what do they know?
Just at the point before the point of no return, he took the vibrator away from my clit, causing me to buck my hips in a wild physical protest. He waited until I was still, then fed the length of juddering plastic into my vagina, inch by slow inch.
I wanted him to touch my clitoris. I was so close, so close to a spectacular orgasm, fuelled by my hot, sore bottom. But he didn’t touch my clit and, once the vibrator was halfway in, he pulled it back out again, then inserted just the final inch, leaving it buzzing away there for such a long time that I eventually snapped in frustration.
‘For God’s sake, Dan, just fuck me.’
‘Ooh, temper,’ he goaded, taking the vibrator out again.
‘Please,’ I wheedled, shimmying my hips.
‘Well, I might just do that,’ he said, filling my pussy with vibrations once more. ‘But be careful what you wish for, love. Because it might not be quite what you expect.’
I was right, I was right. I knew what he was preparing for.
The first lubed-up fingertip between my cheeks felt like a vindication. It also felt extremely rude and a little bit frightening, even though he had done this several times before, when using the plugs. But this time I knew there would be no plug.
He began to work the finger firmly towards my rear entrance.
The curious helplessness of my arms was both troubling and reassuring. It saved me having to put up the token fight. All I had to do was lie there and take it.
‘Are you going to …?’
‘What do you think, love?’
‘You are.’
‘I am.’
His fingertip twisted and prodded, making me yield a little bit of ground with each determined probe. Soon he would have me open and ready for him. Soon I would know how that felt. And all the while, the vibrator kept up its low level stimulation, holding me on its high-tension wire.
I made a short, sharp exclamation as the finger popped through the tight ring and dug inside.
‘Got you,’ he whispered. ‘Right where I want you. Shall we speed this up, hmm?’
The vibrator’s shakings intensified.
I groaned with the strange … well, was it pleasure? I didn’t know. It was something but I couldn’t quite identify it … of having both holes occupied. I felt as if everything of me was concentrated in that low pit of sensation. Arms, legs, brain, all useless. I was nothing but cunt and arse, nothing but sex. It was all I was good for.
Dan’s finger speared up further, settling into an aggressive rhythm. It didn’t hurt but it felt wriggly and made my stomach release butterflies.
‘I want to put my cock up there,’ he said. ‘I want to fuck your arse.’
‘I know,’ I said, my voice coming out in sympathy with the vibrator, low and shuddery.