Page 36 of Carter

I’ll settle down. Play nice. First things first. Get his finger out of me.

He moves within me and a whimper escapes my lips. Surprisingly, the stretching and burning is turning to this warm pulsing pleasure. I feel possessed by him, owned by him. The baffling sensation is making me impossibly wet.

But it’s so wrong.

I have to put a stop to this chaos he’s evoked in me. I say, “Carter. I see what’s going on here. And I understand.”

“Tell me, Sasha. What’s going on here?” His finger pumps in and out of my ass. I want to shriek. I want to hump something, anything. I’m so filled with shame at his intrusion and my pleasure I want to shut my eyes so tight I disappear. I hold my breath, count to five.

Then I say, “You want me to know you are in control. You want my submission. And you have it.” His finger stops moving—I’ve nailed it. Relief begins to well in my chest.

His finger remains very still inside of me as he speaks. “Such pretty words, Sasha. That’s a beautiful sentiment, thank you.”

I’ve done it. I’ve unlocked his code and now he’ll take his finger out.

Instead, his other finger travels across the cleft of my pussy collecting juices. Brutally pressing against my aching clit, then vanishes. My mind goes blank. The second finger is nearing the first. It’s making its way to my taut entrance. I gasp in pain as he presses it past my unwilling ring of muscles, to meet the other.

Two big fingers pump within me. I feel as though my delicate flesh will tear. Tears prick in my eyes.

But my discomfort is nothing compared to that evoked when he speaks again. “What I’m actually doing is getting your little bottom hole ready for my cock.”

My mind screams, no! A queer, white-hot heat flushes through me. He’s mentioned the unthinkable. A place I once swore I would never go—and recently admitted I might be willing to explore with him.

He knows how nervous I am about it. He also knows I told him I might be willing to explore it with him—slowly, and only as long as I keep choosing yes.

The thought still scares the hell out of me.

The stretching muscles in my bottom tell me we’re stepping into something new, not changing the rules without me.

Why is my pussy getting so out of control? Clenching and gushing like she’s agreeing with him. Yes please, Big Carter! Take me up the ass with your massive cock!

Traitor.

I don’t have more time to dwell on my confusion because now, the fingers are slowly sliding out from me. My face burns blazing hot at the thought of where they’ve been. They’re gone and my asshole relaxes with relief. Though now, it feels curiously empty. My pussy twinges.

My mind is fucked.

I don’t have time to process my body’s reaction to what’s just happened to me because, suddenly, there’s a smooth, heavy weight resting over the center of the globes of my ass.

The paddle.

I gulp. My ass cheeks clench beneath it. Anticipating my desire to flee returning, his leg tightens around mine.

He says, “Me taking your ass, we’ll save for another day. Today, let’s focus on these gorgeous curves.” A chill runs down my spine as I try to gather my nerves. He says, “Ready?”

How can anyone be ready for being paddled for the first time? I take a deep breath, my expanded ribcage pressing against his thighs. I bite my lip. He’s freed my arm. My hand goes to my hair, tugging it. He taps the wood against my ass. He’s waiting for a response. I give him a tentative nod.

He demands, “Words, Sasha.”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

“Better. Good girl.”

I hold my breath. I feel him raise the paddle above my ass. I clench. It comes down with a soft thwack. It’s a dull pain, pleasant almost. He’s going easy on me. I can breathe again.

His hand gently brushes over my ass. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, sir.”