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I’m about to ask him what happens if I don’t, but I know that would just defeat the purpose. He wants me to prove I’ve learned something, and I think I have. Daniel is never weak, even when he looks it. And I owe him more than taking advantage of him whenever I think I can get away with it.
He lets me out of the grip he’s had on me, and watches me carefully as I slowly, shamefully, bend over the same log he is sitting on. My fingers go back to my pussy to gather the wetness I’ve been making throughout this, from well before he started whipping me. The truth is, the moment he told me he was going to take another dose, my body began to prepare for the inevitable onslaught.
I am so wet. My fingers curl inside my sex, drawing out the lubrication I then push up toward my bottom hole.
I hear him rumble with arousal, then get up. I stay where I am, preparing myself for the fucking that is to come.
He comes back and I feel a drizzle of oil running down my crack. He is pouring it over my ass in a slow cascade.
“Get your fingers in there,” he orders. “Make sure it’s nice and stretched for me. Good girl.”
His orders are filthy, but I follow them. I push a finger into my bottom, feel the tight ring of my ass squeezing it. I understand now why so many men like anal. There’s no comparison to my pussy. My pussy can grip, but my ass has a strength and a resistance like no other hole in my body.
Lying there, exposed to Daniel, preparing myself according to his orders, I feel flush after flush of hot shame running through me. If the drug exposes his raw side, it does the same for me, and I didn’t even take it. Just being at his mercy turns me into the primal female displaying herself.
“Enough,” he growls, pulling my fingers free. There’s a gravel and tension in his voice that tells me how long he’s been holding back from just fucking taking me. I pull my fingers away, and he puts the thick, punishing head of his cock to that tight ring of muscle.
“Ask me for it.”
I whimper as he makes me thoroughly complicit in the taking of my ass.
“Please,” I moan softly. I don’t know if I’m saying please take me or please show me mercy or please… something else. My mind is addled with discipline and desire and now his cock is stretching me open, his thick rod sliding inside that tight ring of muscle.
I feel him clasp my hips between big hands, and then he is inside me, pushing deeper, harder, taking more and more until I am filled and stretched, my cheeks spread wide, my legs wider still.
He has punished me with anal sex before. That time he was relatively gentle. This time, he is not. This time he pounds me, fucking me roughly against the tree, demanding every bit of my ass.
My cries make the birds take flight as he yanks me up against his body and pulls me back and forth along his cock in powerful strokes that make me gasp, and whimper, and moan.
I betrayed him. I deserve to be punished. I teased and I taunted him because I wanted him to feel as helpless as I do. But that’s never going to happen, because Daniel doesn’t know what weakness is. Even when he couldn’t walk after the car accident, he was stronger than most people ever are in perfect health.
“I’m sorry!” I shriek the words, but they don’t stop his cock from thundering in and out of me.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry I messed with you. I’m sorry I came out here with you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done, every stupid mistake…” I trail off into a sob as he fucks me to his climax, not mine.
My tight anus feels every throb of his cock as he pumps his cum deep inside me, filling me up. This is how I make my apologies and my amends. I am a vessel for his lust, I provide him the relief he can’t get anywhere else. He needs me, and I need him.
My bottom is stinging inside and out. He has shown me, yet again, that crossing him leads to deserved pain. I taunted him and tormented him. In turn, he punished me and made me his little fuck toy all over again.
I whimper as he pulls his cock out of me, knowing better than to ask where my climax is, but wanting one all the same. I reach my hand down between my thighs, but he slaps it away.
“No,” he says firmly. “Good girls get to come. Bad girls have sore, fucked bottoms.”
