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“Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Max murmurs as he runs his hands across my inner thighs, then down to undo the ties on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. When I’m free to move, he pulls me into his arms, then kisses me with so much tenderness it makes me lightheaded. “What’s your color, Mona?” he asks in a whisper when our lips part.
“Green,” I reply with a fluttery sigh, wanting him to kiss me again and anticipating what’s coming.
He reaches over to grab a bottle of lube off of his bedside table. “Promise to tell me if that changes.” I nod and move to lie back down, but he stops me with a gentle hand on my shoulder. “On your hands and knees, baby.”
My face feels hot as I obey his command, aware of just how exposed I’m going to be. It gets even hotter when he eases the plug out of my ass and slides a lubed up finger in to fill the space it vacated.
“Mmm, that’s it. Look at you, taking my finger so well.” He doesn’t move for what feels like an eternity, instead bringing his other hand up to fondle my breasts, alternating between soft caresses and tugs on my nipples. When I’m practically panting, he starts to pump his finger in and out of me. A second one probes at my hole and I expect it to burn when it presses in to join the other, but all I feel is a building need for somethingmore.
“Color?” Max asks as he stretches me with his fingers in shallow pumps, bringing his lips down to kiss my shoulder.
“G-green, oh god, Max!” I gasp as he continues to work his fingers inside me while his other hand finds its way up to circle my clit.
“Take one more for me. Good girl,” he murmurs as he adds another finger. I feel so full and strange, but it doesn’t hurt.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he moans, like he’s the one full and on the edge of release.
Heat builds in my pelvis as he circles my clit, drawing me right to the precipice of my orgasm. Then, without warning, he takes his hand away to coat his cock with more lube. I whimper and press back against the fingers in my ass, desperate to come. But he pulls those fingers away too, in an obscene squelch that reminds me again of how exposed I am. Of how he’s about to fuck my ass.
Max lines the tip of his cock up against my hole, pressing in one centimeter at a time, until the head makes it past the tight ring of muscle, and we both gasp.
“Oh shit, it’s too much,” I groan, clawing at the sheets while I try to adjust to the strange invasion.
“Do you want me to stop, Mona?” Max’s voice is thick with need, and his hands shake with the exertion of keeping himself still as he grips my hips.
“No, god, I just…” I don’t know what I need, but I can’t stop now. I don’t want to stop. I want to feel him inside me this way. Feel him claim me like no one else has.
Max holds himself still as a statue and slides his clean hand between my legs again, seeking my clit. “You’re doing so well. Taking my cock in your tight ass like a good little slut.”
His words spur me on and I press my hips back tentatively. His cock slides in further and I cry out.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock.” His fingers speed up between my legs and I push back again, taking him deeper. Then even deeper the next time. I feel crazed and filthy as I stretch my ass open with his cock, but I can’t stop.
When his hips come flush with my ass, I gasp out his name. “Max, ahhh, it feels so…I’m so full, I need…fuck me!”
He lets out a rumbling groan and starts to move in shallow thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m not going to last.”
“I want you to come, Max. Use me. Come in my ass, oh god!” I meet his thrusts, rocking back against him until I’m coming with a sharp cry. He follows me over the edge with a string of expletives, his hands gripping my hips in place as he fills me.
“Jesus fucking christ,Mona!” he gasps, easing his cock out of me.
I feel stretched out and utterly used as he slides out, his cum dribbling out of my ass. It should feel dirty and wrong. All of this stuff with Max should. But I fucking love it.
* * *
After cleaningus up and triple-checking I’m not in pain, Max goes into the bathroom and I hear him filling the bathtub. When it’s ready, he insists on carrying me into the bathroom and sets me in the tub. He leaves me there to soak, returning a while later with a glass of wine and a tray of snacks.
Sitting down on the bathmat next to the tub, he smiles. “Figured you might need some sustenance after all that. I’ll order us some dinner, too, but hopefully this will do for now.”
God, where did this man come from? First, he rails the life out of me and now he’s bringing me a charcuterie board in the tub. I push back the urge to protest his kindness. To tell him it’s unnecessary. I don’t feel like I deserve it. “Thank you, this is wonderful.” I lean out of the water to kiss him.
His lips feel so inviting, tempting me to deepen the kiss. But he pulls away and sits back to take me in, his eyes dipping down to my breasts bobbing just below the waterline. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
“Let’s see…I came more times in the last 24 hours than I can count, you baked me gourmet muffins and bought my groceries for me, and now I’m soaking in a huge tub with a sexy manservant who brings me wine and cheese.”
His smile widens, tilting up higher on one side. “So just okay?”
I take a sip of my wine and roll my eyes. “Incredible. Today—this weekend—has been incredible.” I pause for a moment, then let myself say what I really want to. “You’re incredible, Max. I can’t believe that this is happening. This stuff we’ve been doing. How I feel when I’m with you. Not just the sex. Everything.”
