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He dips a finger inside me, and his cock jerks where it’s pressed between us, and I clench around him, making him groan. “Do you know how fucking hot it is to know I’m using my cum inside you as lube?” he asks, and he curls his finger to drag it along that special place on my inner wall.
I shudder. “Yes, Mr. Black,” I whisper, my legs straining against his even though they’re no match for the long, thick muscles that are barely even flexed to keep me trapped. My toes curl at the delicious feelings his fingers are providing.
He circles my clit, building… building… building me up, and when my breaths become pants, he eases his fingers into me once again, toying with me, taking me to the brink and then pulling me back. I want to whine, to beg, to complain that he’s not giving me what I want, but that’s not how this works. He is my Master right now, and he’ll give me what he pleases. And right now, what pleases him is playing my body like a savant.
Back and forth, he strums the chords of my desire, circling, circling, circling my clit then dipping his fingers in to stroke along my G-spot. Circling, circling, circling, then back inside, lulling me until I pick up on the rhythm and the number, and I realize he must be counting in his head, turning my pleasure into a ritual. I don’t know whether to try to stop it or not. Should I let him add something else to his list of compulsions, or is it inevitable? And before I can worry any more about it, his finger is on my clit once more, circling… circling… circling… but instead of dipping into my pussy, his fingers go lower, finding my back hole and tracing along the rim.
My thighs convulse, instinctively trying to close, but his legs hold tight, his arm squeezing tighter around me. And this time, he doesn’t ask me what color I’m at. He simply breathes, “Relax, little mouse.”
“But… I’ve never let anyone do any type of anal play before,” I say in one exhale, and he groans, his chest vibrating against my back.
“Something that’ll be all mine then,” he murmurs to himself. Then to me, he whispers, “Trust me to take care of you and know how far to take you.”
And I don’t know if it’s the smartest decision of my life, to give in to an untrained Dominant, to allow him to do something to me that has always been a soft limit for me, something I was wary of but not quite completely off the table. But for some reason, I do trust him. And I do want to be a good submissive and give him what he wants. So I do as he ordered and relax, forcing myself to melt against him and let the tension leave my legs.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and my heart beams inside my chest, making me feel like I’m glowing all over under his praise and being called his.
He goes back to circling my clit, the same number as before, and again he slides his fingers past my pussy to press against my anus, dipping one finger just inside.
“I’m going to let go of your arms so I can use my other hand now. Do not move,” he commands, and it makes me relax even more, trust him even further, because he has knowledge I had been afraid he didn’t have. But of course he does—he’s brilliant Nathaniel Black. Why wouldn’t he know you shouldn’t touch a woman’s pussy with something that’s been in her ass?
With one fingertip of his right hand still pressed inside my hole, his left slides sensually over my curves, making me arch like a cat in heat, as he makes his way down to start circling my clit, and I moan at the feel of everything happening at once, no longer able to focus on just one sensation at a time.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, and I melt further against him at the name. “Feel my fingers strumming this pretty little clit. Focus all your attention there, and what I do to your tight little ass will only heighten your pleasure.” He says it in a way like he knows it for a fact, and I decide to listen to him, allowing the student to become the teacher. Since I’ve never let anyone do any of this before, I wouldn’t know, but it truly feels like he knows what he’s doing. So I give in, sinking back into my role as submissive, and let my Master have his way, because I always have my safe word just in case.
Doing as he said, I let my mind zero in on my clit as he picks up the circles from before, breathing through it as I vaguely feel his digit in my ass begin to massage my rim. I have to focus on other things as well—his masculine sighs behind me, the way he rocks his hardness so subtly against my back, the flexing of his calves over mine, how sexy his sinewy, tan forearms look against my much lighter stomach—because if I focus too fully on my clit, I’m going to come too quickly.
