Page 94 of Honeyfires

She shattered with a scream, her whole body convulsing, and I fucked her through it until she was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Again," I demanded when she'd barely caught her breath.

"Petra, I can't—"

"Yes, you can." I pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, face pressed into the pillow. The position left her completely exposed, vulnerable in a way that made my possessiveness surge even stronger.

I slid back inside her pussy, establishing a brutal rhythm that had her keening into the pillow. But my eyes kept drifting to that tight ring of muscle just above where I was fucking her, remembering how she'd responded when I'd used my tongue there, my thumb.

"Vera," I said, slowing my movements. "I want to take your ass. With the strap."

She went still beneath me, then turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide and dark. "I've never—"

"I know. But I want to be the first. The only." My hand stroked down her spine. "Will you let me?"

She bit her lip, considering, then nodded. "Yes. But slow at first. Please."

"Always." I pulled out of her pussy, reaching for the lube we kept in the bedside drawer. "Tell me if it's too much. Use the safeword if you need to."

I started with my fingers, working her open slowly, carefully, watching her body relax and accept the intrusion. When I finally pressed the tip of the lubed dildo against her tight entrance, she tensed.

"Breathe, baby," I murmured, one hand stroking her back. "Relax for me."

She took a shaky breath, and I pressed forward slowly, watching the purple silicone disappear inch by inch into her ass. The sounds she made—half pleasure, half pain—were driving me insane.

"More?" I asked when I was halfway in.

"More," she whimpered. "God, Petra, more."

I pushed deeper, slower, until I was fully seated inside her. We both stayed still for a moment, her adjusting, me fighting for control.

"How does it feel?" I asked roughly.

"Full. So full. I… oh my god…” Her words dissolved into moans as I started to move, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as her body accepted me.

"You're taking it so well," I praised, my hand sliding around to find her clit. "Taking my strap in your ass like you were made for it."

"Harder," she gasped. "Please, Petra, harder."

I obliged, fucking her ass with increasing intensity while my fingers worked her clit. The combination had her shaking, incoherent sounds spilling from her lips.

"Come for me," I commanded. "Come with my strap in your ass."

She came with a sound that was almost a sob, her whole body convulsing, her ass clenching so tight around the dildo that I could barely move. I worked her through it, gentling my movements as the waves subsided.

"Again," I said when she'd caught her breath.

"I can't possibly—"

But I was already moving again, and within minutes she was climbing toward another orgasm, this one somehow even more intense than the last.

"Petra—I'm going to—oh god—"

"That's it, baby. Give me another one."

She came screaming my name, and this time I let myself tip over the edge with her, the base of the dildo pressing against my clit through the harness, sending me spiraling into my own release.

I pulled out carefully, removing the harness and tossing it aside before gathering her trembling body into my arms. She was shaking, tears streaming down her face, and I kissed them away gently.