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Panic mixed with a forbidden desire to have him do just as he pleases rumbles within me.
He swipes his fingers along my pussy, collecting the wetness, and presses them past my puckered hole. He coats every inch of my hole, preparing it for entry with my desire only.
He moves me to the edge of the wooden table and presses me down to lie on my stomach against the cold surface. “I’ll go slow, but this is going to have more friction and won’t be easy.”
I tense but nod. I want this. I want to feel him inside me in the most intimate spots of my body.
“I’ll be gentle, but this will take some time for you to adjust. I can’t slide in with as much ease. I need you to relax, submit, and open up.”
“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.
“Yes. Just the way you like it.”
I nod again. Yes, just the way I like it. Only Christopher truly understands my need for a darker touch. My hunger for a little edge.
He lowers himself over my back and begins to softly kiss the side of my neck, my shoulder, my earlobe—each kiss sending tingles to my throbbing pussy. His cock presses against the crease of my ass, and I know the soft caresses are only a ruse to trick my body into relaxing before the rough claiming of my ass begins.
“I’m scared,” I finally admit.
“Breathe….”
“I’m scared it will hurt too much. It will be too dry,” I admit, fearful of the unknown. “But no matter how much I cry out, don’t stop,” I direct. “I want it. I want to feel you fuck my ass with nothing preventing the friction. Make my ass raw,” I murmur, knowing that my own primal beast inside has finally been unleashed.
He reaches down with his hand and guides his cock to my tight back entrance. Very slowly, and with so much control, he presses the tip of his dick past the tight ring. He pauses so I can get used to the initial shock, the spread, and the burn from only having my own slickness as lube.
“Relax. Open yourself to me,” he groans in my ear, following the words with soft kisses to my neck.
He pushes farther, causing me to gasp. The bite, the stretch, the erotic feeling, it all becomes too much. I miss the lube. I miss the ease.
I shake my head. “You’re too big for me. I think I’ll tear without lube.”
Christopher whispers in my ear, “Take a deep breath.” I do as he asks. “Take another one, and relax your muscles. You need to trust that once I am fully inside you, it will feel good. Submit yourself, your apprehension, and your complete body to me.”
He reaches a hand around my front and finds my clit. He expertly circles his finger around it, giving me the exact sensation I need to allow my ass to fully take him. I focus my attention on the pleasure his finger gives me and am able to ease the muscles of my anus completely, pushing back against him to drive him even deeper. Doing so allows his dick to fully be rooted in my ass balls-deep as I cry out his name in pain and in pleasure.
I’ve come to realize I love and crave the two feelings combined above all.
“That’s it, Ember,” he praises as he slowly pumps his thickness in and out. “Let me claim that ass of yours. Let me make you mine.”
My bottom hole stretches to impossible levels and is dry without the lube, but I enjoy the stinging friction and look forward to every biting thrust he gives me.
His gentle thrusts become a little more aggressive. Each push drives slightly deeper than before. Tingles in my ass become sparks of ecstasy. My dark channel pulsates around his massive dick, and I scream out his name. Tears of surrender course down my face as I allow every sensation to swamp my body. I don’t resist. I don’t fight. I don’t think. I simply am.
My mewls and whimpers bring on a few more driving thrusts, and Christopher finally ends the ass-fucking with a roar as he shoots his seed in my dry hole.
We remain frozen, bent over the table, our life still in flux, Papa Rich and Scarecrow still out there. But right now… this very second, we have calm. We have us. And I realize that is all I need.
21
Ember
“They caught the sonofabitch!” Christopher announces, his eyes full of excitement and body tense with emotions as he hangs up the phone. “They have both Richard and Scarecrow in custody.”
“Oh my God,” I barely squeak out. “They found them?”
“They came back for you as we knew they would, and the Feds were waiting.” He walks over to the television and turns on the news.
