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He spat, and warm liquid slid from the top of my ass crack downward. Something trickled from my pussy, and I hoped like hell it was just my body expelling more of the come he’d left in there.
This wasn’t how I’d envisioned things going at all—I hadn’t expected him to be so rough or scary. I’d expected to see through his acting. I was genuinely afraid of this man. Maybe Charity had vetted some guy who wasn’t trustworthy after all. Or maybe he’d been telling me the truth all along, and he was a stranger who’d overheard our conversation and taken me to play with, knowing I wouldn’t be able to help but enjoy some of what he did to me.
Maybe I wasn’t the first girl he’d kidnapped. The basement room he’d kept me in had been ready for a captive.
Hell, maybe the bacon he’d fed me was made out of people. What the fuck did I know?
The toying fingertip pressed against my asshole, coaxing, prodding, forcing my body to open to him.
“Please,” I whimpered, trying to clench against the invasion.
“Thank you for taking it slow, Mr. Scott. Thank you for not just forcing your dick into my little virgin hole, Mr. Scott,” he said dryly. “You’re at my mercy, beautiful Emme. You should be grateful I’m taking pains not to damage you too badly.” He grunted as he pushed his finger in deeper, while the only reply I could muster was to gasp and shudder. “Your little hole is going to feel so good squeezing my cock.”
I grimaced, anxiety warring with the strange feeling of having something up my ass. Embarrassed, I buried my face in my arms against the cushion. Being on display to him like this was humiliating, even though I couldn’t do much about it. Maybe I could have swatted at him with my hands, since they were free, but it would probably just make him tie my hands or be less careful. I didn’t want him getting rough—not there.
He slicked a second finger with spit and pushed it in alongside the first, wriggling and twisting until I was squeaking and gasping for breath. My pussy dripped more fluid onto my thigh, but I tried to convince myself it was just his saliva dripping down, and not my body or brain enjoying this feeling of complete helplessness.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers.
“Please, Mr. Scott. Don’t—” But he was already dragging his cock over me there, soft compared to his callused fingers, but much harder and larger than anything I wanted near that hole.
“Relax. It’s not a big deal.”
Then he shoved that monster dick of his into my pussy, where I actually wanted him to put it, to my shame, breaching me by a few inches, then a few more. The near-painful stretch was startling enough that I blanked to anything except the penetration, the soft cushion cloth against my mouth, my arms under me…my breathing and the rocketing thud of my heart.
He wrenched himself from me. My pussy clenched, and I made an involuntary noise of frustration. This time, it was definitely not come that dripped from within.
His ominous chuckle said he knew.
What he was planning to put in my ass was definitely a big deal, and the memory made me hyperventilate at the thought of him forcing that into my untried ass. I was seriously regretting not doing this in high school with my pushy then-boyfriend who’d had a more standard-sized dick.
He spat again, and I was glad I couldn’t see his cock from my angle. I tried to wriggle to one side, to get away.
“Can’t we go inside? It’s so cold.”
“No.”
“Lube? What about lube?”
“Spit is fine. And you. Why are you so fucking wet?”
I mumbled fuck into the cushion.
“Let me know if it hurts.”
I’d always heard spit was not fine.
“You’ll stop?”
“No, but if you’re lucky it’ll get me off faster.”
I cried out in fear as the velvet head of his cock pressed against my asshole. It was slick, but there literally seemed to be nowhere to put it back there. Slowly, slowly, he coaxed the head of his cock into my protesting hole. My whimper of despair made him groan.
“You’re okay. Your body was made for this.”
“No it wasn’t!”
Inch by inch, he forced my body to take him. The pain increased, and not the good sort of pain.
