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"Yes."
"Well, that's too bad. Good girls take their men in any hole, don't they?" Gunnar's dirty words made my body tremble with anticipation. "I'm an ass man, myself."
"I've never…" I trailed off, shuddering, gripping the padded leather of the table tighter as he palmed my ass, his fingers dipping beneath my little lace panties and running down my crack. My breath hitched at the intimate touch, and I felt myself growing wetter by the second. "You can't…"
"You're teasing me with this ass. Why wouldn't I fuck it, claim it as mine? So hot and tight." His fingers roamed deeper into my crack, circling my hole.
"Will it feel good?" I couldn't decide if I was feeling fear or anticipation. Maybe both.
"Does this feel good?" he asked, pressing inside me a little.
"I don't know?"
He laughed, and it was a dark sound. "Some women like how it feels, others don't. But you, my beautiful little slut, you'll become addicted to it, anyway. I can tell by the way your hole is fluttering that your body wants this, wants to be violated six ways from Sunday. Don't you, sweet girl?" Gunnar's raw, primal energy drew me in and made me want to surrender completely. I wondered if he ever gave up control.
"Yes," I breathed, leaning back against his touches.
Gunnar didn't hesitate, pushing my panties down my thighs before I could process what was happening. The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me gasp.
There was the sound of a bottle cap opening, then I felt it—a lubed finger pressing against my asshole. It was a strange, intense sensation that I'd never experienced before, yet I didn't want him to stop. In fact, all I could think about was how much more I wanted from him.
"Go on," I urged, leaning forward and spreading my legs, giving him the access he needed. "Show me."
My boldness earned me a soft chuckle. He pushed his finger inside, and my world narrowed down to that single, overwhelming point of contact. It hurt, but in a way that made me crave more.
"Fuck, Mira." His voice was deep and sexy, thick with lust. "You have no idea what you're doing to me. This tight little body, these beautiful curves. You're like a walking sex toy."
"Oh god," I panted, my inner muscles quivering as he began to move his finger in and out of my ass. The sensation was indescribable—a mixture of pleasure and pain that threatened to drive me wild, need surging through my body with every skilled touch.
Gunnar's other hand slid around my waist, his fingers grazing over my pussy, finding my clit and rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. I gasped, my body already on edge from what he was doing with his hands. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I panted for him, my need consuming what was left of my dignity.His hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered filthy things, stirring a wild desire in me that I had never experienced before.
"Such a good girl," he taunted. "You want it so bad, don't you? You'll look so beautiful impaled on my cock."
"Please." My voice had become so desperate and needy that it was a little embarrassing. The pressure building in my core was intense, and I knew it would only be sated if I was filled with him.
"Who would've thought," he continued, his fingers working magic on my clit, "that underneath those pretty clothes, there was a perfect little slut waiting to be unleashed?"
My cheeks burned at his words, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. The part of me I'd kept hidden away for so long — the part that craved submission, roughness, and control — was finally free, and it was intoxicating. He shoved another finger into my ass, stretching me, making room for his massive cock.
I knew exactly how big it was — its size and shape was burned into my memory from that night long ago.
"Please, Gunnar," I begged again, spreading my legs wider, my voice cracking as the strange pressure built. My body wanted to be filled. "Fuck me."
"Patience, Mira." He began to stretch me open more, scissoring his fingers inside me until I felt loose and vulnerable.
My breathing came in ragged pants as I clung to the table, feeling more exposed than ever. My body trembled with anticipation when I heard the rip of a condom wrapper. He was going to fuck me, to truly claim me, and though fear mingled with my lust, I couldn't stop begging for his cock.
"Gunnar." His name became a prayer on my lips.
"Such a greedy girl," His tone was almost reverent, as if he was admiring the depths of my depravity. "I love the way your body responds to me, the way you lose control. Have you been fantasizing about this for years?"
"Y-yes," I stammered. "I need this… need you. Nothing makes it go away." He rubbed my clit faster, his fingers inside me pushing me over the edge, and I let out a broken cry as my orgasm rushed through me. As my body convulsed with pleasure, Gunnar continued to work me over, prolonging my climax until it was almost unbearable. I clung to the table, my mind and body consumed by the overwhelming need for him.
He let out a low groan as he watched me unravel beneath him, his own arousal evident in the way his hips pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and the thought of taking him inside me made me whimper.
With a harsh, jarring clatter, a bell interrupted our fun. Gunnar cursed under his breath and pulled away from me. I let out a disappointed whimper at the loss of contact.
"That'll be your father," he sighed, hurriedly stashing the bottle of lube and washing his hands.
