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My bottom lip drops, slackening. Terror races through me, promising me pain beyond belief.
“Is it really necessary?” My words are warbled.
“You trust me.” He digs his fingers in my flesh, menacing and demanding. “So you’ll do exactly as I say.”
Not without hardship, I accept it. I thrust my ass back while he presses forward.
He’s big. Huge. Splitting me open without even sinking the crown inside me.
“Please, don’t.”
“Relax.” He pulls on my hair, a physical reminder of his presence. Of his strength. “Push toward me, take every inch of me.”
“It hurts,” I whine.
“It’s supposed to, in the beginning.” His teeth flash as a sick grin grazes his lips for a short instant. “After that, you won’t suffer this inexplicable heat. Trust me. Bite your lip and push.”
“Please, don’t, I—”
My complaining quiets when Theo whips me with his glare. He’s daring me to refuse him, or maybe he’s waiting for me to saystop. Or both.
I don’t plan on saying the latter anytime soon.
“It hurts,” I repeat.
“As I mentioned,”—he thrusts forcefully, the head of his dick slipping and nestling in my ass to the sound of my shocked gasp—“it. Should. Hurt.”
Tears leak down my cheeks the deeper he invades me, the tearing almost unbearable.
My juices wet the inside of my thigh despite the pain. My hard nipples graze the rough paper beneath me.
I’m going to leave a mess here. Like he predicted when he cleared his schedule today.
“It hurts,” I mumble for the third time, floaty and used by the doctor behind me.
Theo groans, low and masculine. He’s all the way in, his balls on my dripping pussy, his lean thighs plastered to the back of mine.
My agony is his turn-on. I can ask him to stop, but I don’t want him to.
I’m just scared of what else he might get off on. What he might do after he’s done letting me adjust to his girth.
Or maybe I’m not. Maybe it excites me.
When he doesn’t comfort me by saying it should feel this way, I start freaking out. I straighten my arms, only to be forced back down by the strength of his grip on my hair.
“Don’t resist me. I’m helping you.” The authority in his voice doesn’t feel so clinical anymore. My pussy clenches in response to the cruelty seeping from him. “Make yourself feel good. Finger your clit. Do it.”
The torment of having his cock in my ass eclipses every other emotion. I’m turned on and in love, but it’s as if these parts of me have been dulled out by his invasion.
His orders, though, I hear loud and clear.
I start stroking the hyper-sensitive nub. It doesn’t relieve the burn in my ass entirely, but it helps.
“Better?” he seethes behind clenched teeth. The sharp angles of his face are pulled taut, casting an even darker aura around him. “Less pressure…Ms. Bishop?”
I sniffle, batting my eyelashes to let those last teardrops cascade down on the crumpled paper and the vinyl cover of the table.
Theo doesn’t wait for my reply, starting to pump into me.
