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“Yet?” I gasped. “There’s more?” I really wasn’t sure I could take more. My pussy throbbed with a combination of pain and pleasure. I felt like I’d been ripped apart and put back together.
“You still have more holes. I’m waiting so I can come in your tight little ass.”
Suddenly horrified, I glanced down at his still-erect cock, and tried to imagine it going into my most private hole. Before I could stop myself, I squeaked and shook my head. There was no way.
Archer was unfazed by my fear. He countered the shake of my head with a nod of his. “Oh yes, baby girl. Daddy’s cock is going to go in your sweet little bottom.”
“W-will it hurt?”
“Probably, but I promise to make it feel oh so good.”
I knew he could. Knew anything he did, however he touched me, I’d love it, even if I hated it. It was a dangerous combination. I remembered what he’d said about control and changing my mind and I wondered if now was the time to do that, but even as I wondered it, I knew I wouldn't. I knew I didn’t want to. Archer had asked specifically about anal. He hadn’t opened himself up fully until after I’d answered. It was a deal-breaker for him; I somehow knew that instinctively and I wanted to make him happy. I traced his lips with my fingertips. “You’ll go slow? Like really slow?”
“Of course, baby. I want it to feel good for you too.”
I didn’t know if that was possible, but I knew he’d try to make it so, and I trusted him.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I whispered.
He pulled himself to sitting and scooted up the bed, leaning over to open a nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. When I saw it, I sighed in relief. Silly, but as inexperienced as I was, I’d forgotten that lube existed.
He grabbed a pile of pillows, arranging them in the center of the bed. “Get up on all fours with your hips across these,” he directed, helping me up and into the required position.
A minute later he was kneeling behind me, and I could feel his cock rub against my inner thighs. The lube bottle made a popping sound as it opened. The sticky liquid was cool as he rubbed it around my anus, coating my tight back hole.
“I’m gonna get you ready, babygirl.” He nudged my legs wider, and pulled my cheeks apart. The tip of his thumb pressed against my pucker, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he breached my entrance, pushing his digit inside me. It hurt, but not really. It was uncomfortable, but more because it was shameful and taboo, and I felt oh, so naughty with his finger thrusting into my ass.
He filled me with it, pushing up to his knuckle. “How’s that feel?”
Nothing like his cock would. “It’s okay,” I answered honestly. My chest was tight with nerves, my cheeks were flushed with shame, but there was something about it that made me feel indescribable. Owned, and small, and cherished, and protected. Punished and pleasured at the same time. Submissive. He’d said it, we’d declared it, but not until that moment had I truly felt like his babygirl.
“Good,” he whispered smoothly. “Good girl. I’m gonna add a second finger now, okay?”
“At the same time?” I squeaked.
His chuckle was deep. “Yes, at the same time. I have to get your bottom ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt too much. I need to stretch your tight little hole.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips across my bottom in a trail of soft kisses across my cheek. “So tight. So warm, and tight, and ready for Daddy.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I could hear the happiness in his voice, and I loved knowing it was me that was pleasing him.
“Relax, baby.” Instinctively, knowing what was coming, my body wanted to do the opposite of what he said, but as he slid his thumb out, I felt the pressure increase as my entrance stretched, making way for two of his fingers. The sensation was a numb burning. Pain tinged with pleasure. My pussy tingled. He reached around and teased my clit with his free hand.
“That’s it, good girl. Just relax. Focus on how good this feels.”
As if I could focus on anything else but his magic fingers stroking my pleasure center. I was only vaguely aware of his fingers in my bottom, pushing deeper, filling me fuller, stretching me harder.
“Oh god,” I moaned. Was I going to come again? Was that even possible? No man had ever made me come more than once and Archer was already working on number three.
“Oh god!” I panted as the familiar rush of heat traveled through my veins. My belly tightened, my back arched. His fingers pushed deeper, filling me to the hilt. My nipples pebbled. I came. Again.
What the fuck?
I rode the waves of orgasm with his fingers thrusting in and out of my ass, prolonging the pleasure. “Oh god.”
“Actually, it’s Daddy,” Archer teased.
“Fuck!” I cried. My knees caved beneath me and my body collapsed flat against the pillows that had been propping me up.
