Page 80 of Captive Ruin

I’d always intended to be gentle. I’ve barely prepped her, and I don’t want to hurt her more than I must. But as I push into her, as her ass grips me as tight as I’ve ever been gripped, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to drive forward and impale her right then.

She feels fucking glorious, and I’m only half inside her.

Letting out a quiet breath, I hold still, allowing her to adjust. Her shoulders are hunched, the muscles taut in her back. She’s breathing deeply, the only sound in the room.

I take my weight on my arms, braced either side of her, and push with my hips. She shudders as she feels me slide in, a soft cry escaping. Again I stop, letting her get used to me.

Slowly, the muscles in her back unclench and her breathing slows. Her ass clenches around me, squeezing so tight that it feels like my cock is in a silken vise.

I wait, steadying my breathing, shifting my hips only enough to rub within her.

It’s a long moment before her hips lift, pressing back, the movement so small I could’ve missed it if I wasn’t looking for it.

That’s as close as I’ll get to her admitting she wants this. I could try to force her to say it; I’m not confident I’d win that battle. My Little Stray is so deliciously stubborn.

It doesn’t matter. I’ve got what I wanted and that’s enough.

I draw back slowly, then press forward again. It’s still gentle—for now. I’m testing, wanting to see how she reacts.

A sharp gasp, and her arms lock hard against the headboard, head tilting forward. She’s showing me the nape of her neck, and it makes her seem more vulnerable. My cock twitches in response, and I can’t help but take a hand and grip her there, keeping her pinned.

I know she likes it.

“Ready, Little Stray?”

No answer. But this time, I want one.

I give her neck a tighter squeeze and grind my hips into her spanked ass. “I asked you a question.”

“Do it, you bastard.”

I chuckle. What other answer did I expect?

Then I start moving, and this time I’m not being gentle. Drawing back slow, but thrusting into her hard, using my hips, my thighs, my grip on her neck for leverage. The slap of my groin against her ass echoes through the room, again and again as I fuck her. She gasps with every impact, her body jerking beneath mine, but she presses against the headboard and keeps her ass raised for me. All without being told.

“Taking it like… such a good girl,” I tell her between thrusts and my grunts of effort.

There’s no retort, but her next gasp comes with a soft sound, half cry, half whimper. As does the one after that, and the one after that.

I know how aroused she is. What I don’t know is if she’s enjoying this, even if not as much as I am. Some women like anal; does she?

I keep a tight grip on her neck and slide my free hand between her hips and the pillow, delving with my fingers. She’s soaked, her arousal mingling with the oil, her pussy swollen and open. I brush my fingers over her clit, and her back arches, hips pressing up toward me.

“My gorgeous… Little Stray,” I manage around the effort of my thrusts. “Tell me you like it… when I pin you down… and fuck you hard.”

“No.” Her refusal is a breathy whisper, voice high and taut, giving me the true answer.

“Don’t lie to me,” I tell her. “I know.”

“I’m not, you bastard,” she lies.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, playing my fingers over and around her clit while I thrust into her. “Are you going to come while I fuck your ass?”

Her breathing quickens, her gasps higher and shorter. “I hate you.”

“Still provoking?” I grunt out through my efforts. “Even now?”

“Go to hell.”