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“Eyes open,” he whispers sharply, so I force my eyes open.
He pushes his other finger in my mouth. I suck it even as the waves begin to rocket outward through my body. I watch in confused bliss as he drops his second hand—I think to join the first—but no. Oh—
Oh—!
My eyes shoot open and the orgasm lights even higher as his forefinger nudges and probes at my most forbidden place.
I grab the counter and pitch forward, pinned between it and his body, unable to stop from crying out as the tip of his forefinger penetrates my ass.
I clench around both of his digits as the climax peaks. My whole body goes tight and then expands like a heat bomb explodes from my center.
I barely have a moment to even consider everything that just happened though, because Dominick uses the momentary relaxing of my body to push his finger even further in my back entrance.
I hiss out in shock, my eyes going wide again. My head jerks up as I look at Dominick in the mirror. He was watching for my reaction, I can tell by the way his eyes are narrowed and he’s biting his lip in concentration like he does sometimes when we study together.
He planned this.
Maybe not in this exact way, but he always intended to get in my…in my…
He always wanted in back there.
My muscles flex and tighten around his finger where it’s lodged inside me at the realization.
His pupils dilate even more than they already are and his nostrils flare in reaction.
And an aftershock rocks through my limbs at seeing it.
He is so turned on right now. His scrubs are so thin, I can feel just how hard he is against me. Is he planning to take me there? To stick it in there? Right now?
Would I let him? Do I want that?
I think of how Dad just shoved in my pussy. I didn’t feel ready for that. It hurt so bad. Even last night, there was still so much pain involved.
It makes everything so confusing.
With Dominick, at least so far, I’ve only felt comfort and safety. Not pain. But is he like Dad? He said that he was, earlier. Does he also want to make me cry and taste my tears?
I clench around him again, but this time because part of me wants to pull away. A big part.
“Sarah? What’s going on.” When I look up again, I see that, though the lust is still there, there’s also concern. “What just happened? You can talk to me. If there’s anything happening you’re not comfortable with, just tell me.”
Dominick starts to withdraw his finger but I stop him.
“No,” I say quickly. God, this is Dominick. As much as they look alike, he’s not Dad. “I just…” I bite my lip.
“What? Sarah, I meant it. You can tell me anything.” With his hand that was drawing pleasure from my sex just moments ago, he pulls my hair back from my neck and drops a series of sweet, maddening kisses along my shoulder.
I shudder against his lips. “I like everything you do to me. I-I, I’m just not sure I’m ready for you to,” I pause again, not wanting to displease him.
“What?”
Again he starts to withdraw his back finger, and again, I clench around him to stop him.
“You can touch me there,” I say quickly, “but I just don’t think I’m ready to, you know…” my cheeks go pink in the mirror. “…have sex there.” The last part comes out as a whisper.
Dominick visibly relaxes in the mirror and he smiles.
“I know, babe.” He kisses my neck again, sucking and nipping. “That’s why I want to prepare you. This is how we do that.” And then his finger starts to rotate and move in and out. “I want to show you how good it can feel to have pressure back there while I take you high.” His deep voice has my sex clenching and I can’t help the little whine that comes out at his words.
“Bend over,” he whispers low in my ear. He nips at my ear and then urges me to follow his directions with his hands.
I do and soon I’m lying with my breasts against the cold counter. Ass out. I look in the mirror at Dominick looking down at me in satisfaction.
It’s then that I can finally see the small object that he pulls from his pocket where he must have put it earlier. Well, two objects. One of them is a little tube.
The other is a long, thin dildo.
My eyes widen as he squirts gel from the tube on the dildo. Well, is it a dildo if it’s not shaped like a penis? It’s just long, thin, and looks made of rubber.
The next thing I know, Dominick’s clicked something and it starts vibrating.
Immediately I tense up, but Dom’s calm, assuring voice has me relaxing again. He puts his hand at the bottom of my spine. “Just relax, hon. It’s the same as my fingers. Here, why don’t I open you up again first.” He looks back down at me.
