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“Relax,” he said. “Let me in.”
I moved my hips, trying to accustom myself to the awful stretching sensation. His fingers stroked my clit, presumably to “relax” me, but it was hard to process anything aside from the burning ache of his entry. I knew if I saidLalahe would stop, that everything would stop. The hurting, the forcing, the thrilling pleasure that was making me fall apart.
But I couldn’t tell him to stop. He kneaded my hips and eased forward, inch by inch, fucking me in a place I’d never been fucked before. “Oh God,” I whined, because I wasn’t sure I could take much more. He was going slow, easing his way forward with the lube’s help, but he was so big.
Then my tensing asshole relaxed, and a little of the ache ebbed away. It was replaced by pure pressure and fullness, a feeling like nothing I’d ever experienced. He went still for a moment, making small movements in and out of my ass. I was utterly impaled, and under his control.
“Please, Sir, I…” I didn’t know what I wanted, or why I kept sayingplease, only knew that he would make this all make sense.
“Does it hurt?” he asked in a rough-edged voice.
I made a small moaning sound.
He pressed even deeper, drawing a breath against my ear. “You wanted to be hurt,” he murmured. “Does it hurt, baby? Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Do you like the way it hurts?”
“Oh, yes, Sir. Yes, I like it.”
“You want me to really fuck your ass now?”
“Yes, please.” It was what I’d been begging for all along, this ultimate intrusion and debasement. Now that my asshole had stretched to his full girth, the lube made it easy for him to slide.
“Arch your hips back,” he said in a voice like a patient teacher. “Show me how much you want it.”
Arching my hips brought new sensations as he withdrew, then surged into me again. Just when I got used to that, he pulled my hair with a sharp tug, causing me to tense. Sometimes he pinched my nipples as he drove in and out, adding pain on top of pain as I trembled under him. When I tried to twist away from his grasp, he paused deep inside me and shook the cuffs, guiding them higher on my back. He forced my fisted hands open.
“Leave your hands open until I’m done.”
I shivered at the edge in his voice, and stretched my fingers apart, fighting the urge to clench them closed again with each thrust. This was another test, like keeping my feet on the ground while he strapped me. It was another layer of control, like he didn’t already have enough control over me. His fingers tightened on the cuffs, holding me in position whenever I squirmed forward or sideways. He grabbed my hair if I moved my head, twisting it hard.
Ow, ow, ow, my hair, my asshole, oh God, please don’t stop.I curled my toes since I couldn’t clench my fingers. Milo pressed his cheek to mine, rough stubble and a hard, thrusting body above me. I gave an endless cry, a broken whine of submission, and his teeth closed on my ear.
I bucked, wishing I could rub my clit. I was desperate to come with him deep inside my ass, but I knew I couldn’t. I moved my hips anyway, and he slid a hand beneath me to part my pussy lips and pinch my clit the same way he’d pinched my nipples, to the point of excruciating pain.
I threw my head back and came, my asshole squeezing around him as he fucked me to oblivion. My fingers clenched so hard they felt numb and frozen, but the rest of me was on fire. After a few hard thrusts he pushed deep, went still, and shuddered violently. I squeezed his cock until he groaned, then I rode out my climax a few more moments, until it faded, leaving me limp and breathless.
His fingers relaxed in my hair. One of his hands returned to my nipple, giving a last, long, leisurely pinch. I felt it in my clit. His cock moved in my ass, and just like that, I wanted more. I wanted him again. What was wrong with me? What was he doing to me? I could barely lift my head.
“Again,” I said. “Please, all of it again.”
“No, Alice. This has to be it.” He pulled out of me, rolling onto his back. “I’ve done enough to you. We can’t go any further than this.”
“Please.”
He sat up and cupped my face in one large hand, his gaze afire. “You don’t understand. This is as much as I can responsibly do to you, because you’re a beginner.”
“I’m not a beginner anymore, and I didn’t use the safe word,” I protested, making my case. “I didn’t come close, even once.”
He muttered a scathing stream of profanities, then tightened his fingers on my chin, kissing me ruthlessly until I had to struggle up for air. “Once more,” he said. “That’s it. No more after that.”
Chapter Eleven: Milo
Iwoke aroundten, with Alice dead to the world beside me. Either that, or she was playing dead so she wouldn’t have to face me in the daylight, a definite possibility after the things I’d done to her last night.
Blue stood beside the bed—her side—looking delighted to find us together. His nose almost, but not quite, rested on her opened hand.
