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As he reaches my rear-end, his fingers trace my slit, gathering the wetness there and then smoothing it over my anus. He starts slowly again, inserting just the tip of his finger, allowing me to become accustomed to the pressure.
And when he sinks deep, my sharp intake of air causes him to halt, but I say, “Green,” and he plunges farther. My ass bucks off the bench, and his hand covers one cheek to hold me steady.
“Breathe, goddess,” he urges. I comply, and he positions another finger at my entrance.
I ease back slowly, encouraging him on. Colton would never inflict pain on me that I couldn’t endure. And if I’m going to take his impressive cock…then I need to ready myself.
The pressure increases, and my stomach muscles clench, but I breathe through it, and soon both his fingers are inside me, massaging my channel. I wriggle against the bench, craving an equal pressure up front to stimulate my clit.
He always knows what I need, and his other hand is there swiftly, his fingers circling my swollen nub. I moan with relief.
Suddenly the pressure is gone, and the head of his cock presses up against me as he continues to rub my clit. He drags the head along my crease to gather more lubrication, and the slide of his thick, warm flesh as I drench his cock rekindles my arousal.
He pauses at my opening, waiting for my assent. “Green,” I say, gripping the knot in my hands and bracing my back. He places his palm on my lower back and rocks into me. My muscles contract, closing down around his head, refusing to take his size. I release an unsteady breath and flex my vaginal walls, which pushes him in deeper.
“Goddess…” He utters a harsh curse. “I can never express how fucking perfect you are. Work that ass. Take my cock.” His breathing ratchets as I do just that, flexing and releasing, opening myself up to him a little more with each movement.
As he drives in deeper, the pressure intensifies. And when he’s completely filling my channel, I cry out. He holds himself there. Braced against my ass, he stills, allowing my body to expand in order to accommodate him.
Stirring deep want within me, he moves to my clit, working me into a trembling puddle on the bench. Lights fire off behind the blindfold as I clamp my eyes closed, my senses on overload. “Green, Colton. A hard green.”
He groans and backs out only to thrust in deeper. His thighs quiver as he rests against me, his restraint as obvious as his desire to fuck me. Once he’s satisfied that I’m fully aroused and the pain is in equal measure to my pleasure, he thrusts harder and lands a well-placed slap to my ass.
I flinch, coming off the bench, and he pinches my clit to settle me back down. “That only makes me want to fuck you harder, goddess.”
God, but I love that I make this man come undone. I buck on purpose this time, and he hisses and slams into me. I scream out, but it’s not from pain; the heaviness of his cock filling me rouses a satisfying, sharp sting that has me gripping the knot.
Moving from my clit to my pussy, he buries his fingers. Over stimuli assaults me and I raise up. My cries are coming quicker now, my body shaking and slipping against the leather. I dig my knees into the rests, backing into him to meet each of his wild thrusts.
As our passion increases, I tighten my hold on the knot. His cock grows rock-hard, stabbing into me at a furious pace. I don’t even feel the climax build—it takes hold of me so quickly, I’m not prepared. All my walls clamp down on him at once and then I’m shattering. Undulating my hips, riding the orgasm out as I crest.
“Oh, fuck…Sadie…” He groans and rams hard, his cock throbbing inside me as he breaks. His chest covers my back as he falls forward, and his cock is pushed out. It rests against my slit, tantalizingly pulsing as he drains the last of his cum.
Once the climax subsides, I release the knot, my whole body one large ache. My muscles go lax, and I’m raw to the touch. “Don’t move, goddess,” he says before he eases off me.
“I don’t think I can,” I admit, my voice wobbly, matching the tremble of my limbs.
I hear Colton move around the bench and his footfalls head toward the corner of the room. A creak, then the splash of water fills the room. The blindfold is removed, and my eyes slowly adjust to the dim lighting and I discern Colton standing before me.
He kisses my forehead, then moves behind me and presses a cool, wet cloth against me. I flinch as he begins to clean. I should feel embarrassed. That’s what my mind screams—that this position is humiliating. My thoughts are sucked right back to my captor and when he’d…
I instantly stop that train of thought. Colton is lovingly and tenderly washing me after we shared each other, equally reveling in our feelings and pleasure. I will not allow—ever again—for my memories to steal what should make me feel revered. That Colton’s devotion extends to his care of me.
“I have a shower here,” he says as he finishes wiping me clean. “But your welts need to settle before soaking them.” He scoops me off the bench and carries me to a cot at the other end of the room.
I link my arms around his shoulders. “I’m fine. I promise. Just completely and utterly exerted.”
His smile lights his pale blue eyes. He lays me on my stomach and goes back to the bathroom. He returns with fresh, damp cloths and proceeds to lay them along my back and bottom.
The chill settling along my skin feels so good that I sigh into the thin mattress, the sting present, but bearable. He removes the cloths, then grabs a bottle of lotion from a table. “Vitamin E and aloe. The cooling effect will help.”
As he delicately works the lotion into my skin, I nearly drift off. My skin stopped stinging with the first application, and though I know it’s going to be sore come morning, the numbing effect of the aloe is magic right now.
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ce the cream is dry, he gathers me into his arms, bringing me against his chest to cradle me on the cot. His fingers comb my tangled mess of layers, following the strands down as they fall loose along my back.
“This changes everything,” he says. He rests his mouth to the top of my head and inhales deeply.
