Page 16 of Leverage & Obedience

“You’ve been thinking about this all day,” he says.

I drop my forearms to the floor and rest my forehead on them. “All day.”

“Good.”

He slides two fingers inside my pussy, curling them deep, and I moan into my arm. The stretch is familiar and grounding, and I sink into it. He alternates between finger fucking me and playing with my clit while pings of bliss make me roll my hips and moan.

Then his lubed finger traces my asshole, and my whole body goes rigid. He pulls his hand from my pussy and presses it on my lower back gently.

“Breathe, Lily.”

The air shudders out of me. I focus on the warmth and wetness of his palm against my spine. His finger circles lube around the tight ring, and when he pushes the tip in, I gasp.

“Color?”

“Green.” It comes out strained. The pressure is full and strange and lights up every nerve ending in the area. He slowly works his finger in deeper while his other hand keeps stroking my clit. The dual sensation is dizzying.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs.

The praise makes my muscles relax a fraction, and he slides his finger in deeper. The stretch is fuller now, a pressure that makes me fight the instinct to clench. I dig my fingers into the carpet and breathe deeply.

He adds a second finger, and I whimper.

“Talk to me,” he says, and I almost laugh. What am I going to say? He’s got two fingers in my ass.

“I’m good.” I press my lips together to hold in a moan as he presses in deeper. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s just a lot.”

“Do you want me to slow down?”

“No.” I push back against his hand, testing. “No, keep going.”

He works his fingers slowly in and out of my ass while he rubs my clit. The pleasure builds as I rock backwards, meeting every thrust of his fingers.

“More,” I moan, and I realize the brave slut is returning.

He pulls his fingers out, and I hear the squirt of more lube. I think he’s using it on his cock, but I don’t look. He grasps my hip, and the head of his cock presses against my ass.

Everything inside me goes still.

“Lily.” His voice is controlled with a tightness underneath. “Look at me.”

I look over my shoulder. He’s kneeling behind me on the carpet, one hand on my hip, the other wrapped around his shaft, guiding himself. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark and locked on mine. He’s looking at me like he cares whether I’m okay.

“I’m going to go slow,” he says. “Keep talking to me. If you need to stop—”

“Green.” I hold his gaze. “I’m green.”

He pushes in. The pressure is immediate and enormous. A stretch that takes my breath, and for a second, the only thing I can focus on is the painful pressure as he sinks in. I panic. What the fuck am I doing?

He stops. His hand finds my lower back again.

“Breathe.”

I breathe, but it sounds like a sob.

“Color?”

“Yellow.”