Page 10 of Dark Secret

I felt it edge closer every time, to the sensitive skin lower, and I tilted my hips up to encourage him. I’d wanted it. I’d wanted this punishment, the insane goodness of his slap against my nether lips.

“Please, Dylan. Sir.” I licked my dry lips and asked him for what I’d wanted. “Please slap my pussy, sir.”

“Oh, is that what you want, brat?” he asked, and I felt him move up behind me, as he lowered his head down closer to mine. His cock dug into the globes of my ass, and I squirmed all over again. “Do you want me to make that pretty pussy cry, pet?”

“Yes, sir. Make it cry, please.” I knew I was begging and didn’t care. I’d wanted his attention, all of it, however he chose to give it to me.

His fingers moved and touched the smooth, petal soft skin with a delicate caress, but he didn’t slap it. He just soothed the wet flesh, but it didn’t soothe me a bit.

“Dylan,” I breathed his name, my longing for him a fire within me. “Please, sir.”

He moved, and I knew he’d knelt when his fingers touched my ass to open me up to him. His lips brushed against my bare vulva, then his tongue delved down to the pink bud that ached the most for his touch.

His tongue came out, flicked at me to lick up the juices my excitement had created. I’d cried out with relief when his lips finally found my clit and closed over it to suck at it roughly. I loved it. My hips bucked up to meet that sucking mouth, before he gave me a long laving lick that made me almost scream.

I could just picture the image we’d created with him behind me, his face between my soft ass cheeks, mouth buried in my pussy while his fingers moved to follow. One dipped into my wet heat to lubricate it before he moved up to the puckered skin he now displayed to the world. He’d played with the area, teased me before, but he’d never actually fucked me there. Would that be part of my punishment tonight? Something lurched in me, and I hummed, vibrated maybe, with excitement.

I tensed as his finger pushed against the skin there, asked for entry. He slowly pushed the finger deeper inside. I’d shuddered beneath him, powerless to stop him, because I didn’t want to. I’d wanted to know the world Dylan had to offer me, the world he drove me to explore. I couldn’t help the way I’d moaned as his finger slid deeper into me, or the way I’d panted as he invaded my body.

I flexed my hips, wanting to take more of his finger, wanting more of him inside of me. Maybe, if he stood up and slid his cock into my pussy too … oh fuck, I was going to come.

“Sir,” I panted, so close; fuck, if he moved out of me, or deeper into me, with his finger and his cock, in both places, I’d die a very happy girl.

Dylan, always the sir, my dominate, the decider in our sex play, pulled his fingers and mouth away and stood. For a moment, he plunged his cock into the soaked walls of my velvety depths, but then he pulled out. I started to protest but he moved so swiftly, without even a hint of gentleness, that I didn’t really have time to say anything.

A moment to reposition himself, both hands on my bottom, to hold me open and to also hold me down, and then I felt him there. It was a slow invasion, careful and gentle now, as Dylan pushed into me. I couldn’t help the shudder that shook me, but it wasn’t revulsion. It was an invasion that shook me. It felt … good.

For a moment there was pain, and my muscles flexed around Dylan.

“Push past it, Stephanie. Make your body let me in.” His words were strained, and I was in such torment now. He’d brought me close to orgasm so many times now, only to pull away. I hadn’t complained, I’d accepted it, but this was extreme for me, totally new, and I had no idea what he meant. He could tell me to relax all he wanted to, that didn’t mean I had a clue as to how to go about it.

My brain wouldn’t work, and I had no experience with this. All I could do was breathe. The fat head of his cock inside me held tight by some ring of muscle that didn’t want to open. His fingers dug into my hips in frustration.

“Stephanie.” It was a warning, one that made me inhale quickly because it was so thrilling. What would he do? Just fuck past the barrier?

“Sir,” I started, but didn’t know what to say.

“Flex the muscles there, Stephanie. Work them until I’m in.” He pushed insistently against me, and I tried to do what he asked.

“Relax, Stephanie,” he said as he stroked softly at my back. “Just imagine how full you’ll be when I get my fingers in your pussy too, pet. As soon as you let me get my dick in your ass, I’m going to fill you there too.”

That created visions, and I licked at my lips, eager for it. For a moment, the thought of being filled in both places flashed around in my head, and I felt my body relax at last. Dylan sank into me then, deeper, filling me, and the shudder coursed through me all over again.

“Sir.”

I wasn’t sure whether to move or not, so I let Dylan guide me. He pushed in deeper, but I didn’t think there could be more of him. I was so full, opened so wide I didn’t think I could take anymore, but I did. I took every inch he could give me. Warm liquid drizzled over my ass, slid down the crack, and the glide of his cock inside of me became much smoother.

I didn’t care what it was, it must have been some kind of oil, maybe cooking oil, or salad oil; I knew he had some of that on the table, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was how full of him I was. I gave myself up to the sensation he created in me as he fucked my ass and concentrated only on what I felt as he moved within me.

I held myself still, this first time a little too overwhelming. Dylan pushed a little deeper, a little faster, until he was making quick, short thrusts inside of me. It felt good, so good, but he didn’t do what he’d said he would. He left my pussy empty, he didn’t fill it at all, and now it was killing me. I’d wanted to be full, so full, of only him.

Dylan gave me the freedom to fantasize, he’d even talked me through some rather raunchy fantasies quite a few times, but I didn’t want anybody else I only wanted him and this world that we’d created together. I didn’t need anybody else to touch me, to bring me to the places that he took me to.

I could feel him inside of me and wondered if he’d come in me back there. I’d felt my body clench, and a gasp escaped him. I grinned, a dirty, nasty grin of satisfaction. I’d made him do that. I tensed my muscles again, now that they knew what to do, and worked myself back against him. I reached for the orgasm that was there, but somehow knew he wouldn’t let me have it, not yet.

With one last thrust, Dylan exploded inside of me, and my body clenched again, but not with fulfilment. This was jealousy, because I’d wanted that oblivion. I’d wanted that moment. It didn’t matter, I knew that this was what I’d wanted for the rest of my life; I’d wanted whatever Dylan decided to give me. Even if that was an exquisite punishment. I’d take it.

Emily