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“Simply perfect,” he murmured. I blushed at the unexpected compliment, not knowing what to do or to say. I opened my mouth, trying to stammer out a reply and nothing came out. He pressed a finger to my lips.
“It’s time, little girl,” he said.
The threat wasn’t explicit, but we both knew what was about to happen. I was going to bend over the bed, and he was going to move behind me. He was going to part my bottom cheeks and take my bottom hole for the very first time.
I might enjoy it. I probably wouldn’t.
Earlier, I’d been nervous. I thought he’d have to lift me up and put me over the bed himself, but his presence was enough to compel my body to move. I climbed off his lap of my own accord and stood in front of him for a long moment, long enough for him to glance down at my swollen pussy and the beads of arousal dripping down my thighs.
His gaze darkened considerably before he looked back up at me. He stood, and a cascade of butterflies fluttered through my belly. I chewed my bottom lip and stared down at the floor.
I gulped nervously as he moved aside. I took a tentative step toward the bed and then another until I was standing before it knowing full well what I needed to do next.
That didn’t make it any easier.
I needed to bend over the bed. Not for a spanking or even a regular fucking from behind, but for the claiming of my virgin asshole as punishment.
I closed my eyes. Somewhere, there was a ticking clock that told me the seconds were passing by, but I didn’t really believe it because it seemed like time stretched on and on.
It felt like forever.
I reached forward, just touching my fingertips to the surface of the bed. I sucked in a shaky breath as I leaned toward the mattress.
It would have been easier if he’d forced me over the bed, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched me bend over the bed myself, presenting myself for the punishment that was coming, knowing it was going to hurt and it would be more shameful than anything I’d ever felt before.
When my torso brushed against the blanket, I gasped. My nipples were incredibly sensitive and the pressure of the bed across them was enough to send a jolt of desire straight to my clit.
“Up further. I want your toes to just barely touch the floor,” he directed.
A fresh wave of fear came over me, but it was gone in a flash because my body just instinctually followed his command.
There was no thinking now. There was simply doing.
I edged up further on the bed. I gasped, feeling so small and vulnerable this way. He walked around the bed, and I was too afraid to look. The drawer in the nightstand made the smallest sound and I closed my eyes.
He unbuckled his belt.
I didn’t hear his pants fall to the floor, which somehow made this all worse, that he was simply freeing his cock because he needed to punish my asshole with it.
“You may keep your hands in front of you, little girl. Hold onto the blankets if you need to,” he warned, and a cold shiver of fearful arousal cascaded down my spine. His hands grasped my bottom cheeks and I whimpered, not from the sting of his touch on my freshly spanked backside, but from the shame of knowing what was about to happen.
He spread my bottom cheeks and a low wail escaped my throat.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this,” I begged.
“I do, little girl, and you know it,” he replied.
I hated that he was right. I did need this, but I didn’t want to need it. It was a paradox that I couldn’t turn away from and I froze, unable to process what that really meant.
I jumped when a cold liquid splashed against my asshole.
“It’s only lube, little girl. I need to punish you, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained gently.
I trembled, worrying my lip. He wasn’t going to fuck my pussy after all. I had hoped that it would be a possibility, that maybe he would see how wet my pussy was and want to use that hole instead, that he would lose himself inside me and forget about what he’d said.
The lubricant changed everything. I was about to get my ass fucked and there was nothing I could do about it.
This was going to be hard, and I knew it had to be, but even through it all I knew that he cared for me. There was never any question about that.
