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He didn’t turn toward me yet, even though I was sure that he knew I was there.
“Bend over the bed,” he instructed.
My heart pounded in my chest. I had done as he asked. I’d thought about his cock in both of my holes and I shivered. Even though I’d showered, I was still soaking wet with liquid heat between my legs. I could feel it caressing my inner thighs and I knew that he would be able to see it once I obeyed his demands.
My body was already on fire and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
I walked slowly to the bed, completely naked and utterly exposed. When I reached the bed, I carefully bent over it and spread my legs, putting myself on display for him. I couldn’t see if he’d turned to see yet, but when he growled low in appreciation, I knew that he had. I heard his footfalls against the hardwood beneath his feet. He was close. I could feel it.
His fingertips brushed against the back of my left thigh and the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding rushed out of my lungs. They traced along my flesh, dipping between my thighs and discovering my shameful secret.
“You are soaked for me, baby girl. Does it turn you on that, in a little while, both this pretty little pussy and your virgin bottom hole are going to be sore?” he threatened gently, and my pussy clenched down tight with both anxiety and arousal.
His palm crashed against my upturned backside and I squeaked in surprise. He spanked me hard, and I found myself squirming to avoid his harsh blows. His other hand pressed down against my lower back, holding me in place and making me take every painful spank.
I had forgotten how much just his palm hurt and struggled to take it, but I did because this was what he wanted and what I needed. It felt so intimate for him to punish me this way, completely naked and on display for him like this. He could see how my bottom jiggled each time he spanked it and he could see my pussy moisten with arousal the more this went on. I cried out as he punished my thighs, each spank stinging sharper than the last. I moaned with pain, but still the spanking continued.
It was a reminder that he could spank me as long as he wanted to. He was king and he had more power than I could ever dream of. He was fair and kind and he’d given me the option to walk away from it all. He’d offered me my freedom and I’d turned my back on it to return to him, to come back to this.
The spanking paused for a moment as he explored the wetness that was dripping from my pussy. His fingers slid along it with ease, and I hummed with shame.
“Just as I thought. You needed a reminder that you’re mine, didn’t you, baby girl?” he murmured. Then he used his foot to spread my legs even wider before his palm returned to my pussy. “Let us continue that reminder so you never forget it.”
His fingers cracked against my pussy without warning, spanking me there hard too. The sound was embarrassingly wet, and I felt myself blushing hard in response. I bit my lip and tried to keep myself quiet, even though I knew it was only a measure in futility. He spanked me there three more times before the first cry of pain escaped my lips. That didn’t stop him. In fact, his palm slapped my most sensitive place over and over again until I thought I was going to cry. He pushed me right to that edge and then he pulled back, allowing me to collect myself and catch my breath.
“You are so very beautiful with a bright red bottom and a bright pink little pussy,” he observed, and I blushed with shame. His slid his fingertips along my wet and tender folds and I groaned, his soft touch making the sting from his palm surge forth with intensity.
“Does it hurt, baby girl?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whimpered.
“Good. It’s supposed to,” he answered, and my nipples pebbled painfully hard. I pressed my chest down on the bed hoping to find some relief, but I found nothing.
“Now, I want you to spread your bottom for me. Show me that tight little virgin hole that’s going to lose its innocence tonight on my cock,” he demanded, and I quaked with shame. My bottom and my pussy already pulsed from the sting of his palm, and I knew that if I didn’t do as he asked, he would continue to punish my most sensitive places until I obeyed.
Hesitantly, I reached back and slid my fingers along my heated flesh. I could feel the burn from my spanking, and it made my breath catch in my throat. I shivered, tentatively gripping the flesh of my bottom. I stayed there like that for a moment before I found the courage to begin opening myself for him. I spread my cheeks and exposed myself in the filthiest way I could imagine. I showed him my bottom hole.
I lay there, bent over the bed, on display for him. I waited for what would come next and when a single finger brushed against the cleft of my bottom, I sucked in a nervous breath.
“Such a good girl. You’re so wet that I won’t even need lube to take this little bottom hole with my fingers,” he murmured. Those digits slid along my wet folds and he gently pressed them inside me while he gathered my wetness along his skin.
I hadn’t taken anything in my bottom since I had last seen him. My plugs had remained here at the castle and I hadn’t been brave enough to purchase any myself. I didn’t have much time to think about the fact that I was nervous to take him there, because he dragged that same finger up toward my bottom hole and pressed the tip urgently against my tight rim.
He gave me no choice but to take it. My body was his to do with as he pleased and that turned me on. It was one of the many reasons why I had come back.
I keened with pain as he pushed inside me with one finger first. It was slick with my wetness and despite my reluctance, slid into me without any pushback. It hurt and I expected it to, but he was rough in his entry, which hurt just a little more than I anticipated. I moaned as the ache ricocheted up and down my spine and I dug my fingers into my bottom as I struggled to take it. He pumped that single digit in and out of me and gradually, it began to feel less painful and more pleasurable.
After that though, he added a second finger and the pain started all over again. I whimpered as his thick knuckles claimed me in such a shameful fashion, feeling myself flush with both mortification and arousal. My pussy tightened with need and I could feel myself growing wetter. He claimed my bottom with those two fingers, ensuring that he wasn’t gentle in the slightest as he did so. I whimpered and he took me even more roughly. My entire core twisted hard with arousal at his harshness.
He twisted his fingers and the burning, pinching ache returned hard. I tried to squirm away, but his grip on my hip held me firmly in place. Then his fingers pulled out of my bottom, and the tip of a warm metal plug slid along my wet folds.
“This plug is larger than the ones you’ve taken for me before, baby girl. It’s going to hurt, but it’s going to prepare you to take my cock in just a little while,” he warned, and I whimpered quietly as he coated it with my arousal. He pumped it inside my pussy, and it slid in easily with how wet I was. He covered it thoroughly and then pushed it against my reluctant hole.
I trembled nervously. Slowly, the toy breached my bottom. It spread me wider and wider, and I came to the realization that I didn’t quite know how large it would spread me before it sat fully inside me. The more he pushed it into me, the more nervous I became. It felt good at first, because he had prepared me with two of his thick fingers. Then the bulbous sphere got larger and I whimpered as I took it, feeling my thighs tremble as I grappled with the increasing burning pain of the plug. I released my bottom and returned my hands to the bed, grasping the sheets as I took every painful inch of that larger plug.
In one quick motion, Matteo forced the rest of the plug inside me and a sharp burst of pain raced up and down my spine. I cried out and my entire body tightened as I struggled to take it, but a few moments later, it gradually dulled until it became a more manageable ache. My fingers turned white as they gripped the blankets and when I forced myself to relax them, the pain abated even further.
“Did that hurt, baby girl?” he asked.
