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“You’re in control.”
“That’s my girl.” I sank back into her, this time, my abdomen met her ass and I held myself deep. “That’s my girl…”
When her body relaxed on a breathy sigh, I started moving. Slowly at first, letting her adjust. I’d planned on introducing anal sex to her slowly over several days so I could stretch her, but sometimes things change. And I knew Lemon needed this. Not the act itself so much as my dominance. To get that, I had to do something completely foreign to her. Since I wasn’t sure how badly she was hurt, I couldn’t just tie her up and torture her sexually for hours until she was drenched in sweat and mindless with pleasure. This was the best alternative I could think of and it was working exactly like I’d hoped.
“I’ve never…” She cried out when I sank back inside her ass. “Oh, God! I’ve never felt anything like this!”
“Good. Now. Who’s in control.” It wasn’t a question so much as a demand.
“You are.”
“That’s right. And when I’m in control, you listen to me. Say it!”
“I listen to you when you’re in control.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to tell you this and you’re going to listen. Why?”
“I --” I smacked her ass once, my cock throbbing as her ass pinkened where I’d spanked it. “Because you’re in control!” She sounded almost desperate and I couldn’t stop the grin tugging at my lips.
“That’s right. I’m also president of Grim Road. Right?”
“Uh -- I mean. Yeah. Yes. You’re president.” The tension was back in her body so I reached around and found her clit with my fingers. When I strummed the little nub once, her knees buckled and she gave a sharp yell.
“No thinking, Lemon. Not now. Not when I’m in control.”
Her cry turned into a whimper, but she nodded her head. “OK. OK.”
“I’m president. You’re vice president. Nominated and voted in to this club unanimously. The only way you’re voted out is unanimously. No one is going to force you to step down. In fact, I’d probably have a mutiny on my hands if you tried. You’re not in this as a joke or to appease anyone, or for any other reason other than the men in Grim Road believe you’re the person they need for their vice president. You’re the person who will take over in the event something happens to me. You’re the person they go to when they don’t think they can go to me.” I slid out of her again, then back in. Starting a slow, steady pace designed to ease her into the new sensations and get her used to the burn so it could morph into the pleasure I knew was starting in her.
“I don’t want to be a burden, Rocket,” she whispered. “They think I’m weak because I’ve let myself get kidnapped not once but twice in the space of a month and I don’t blame them.”
I laid down three smacks to her ass. This time I put down a little more heat than the previous smacks. I wanted her to know I meant business. As I hoped, she screamed, her back arching and her ass clenching down around my cock. When it did, she gasped out again, her body shaking once again.
“Talk to me, Lemon. Does it hurt?”
“It burns.”
“Not the question. Am I hurting you?”
“I don’t know, Rocket! I don’t fuckin’ know if it hurts!”
I tried not to chuckle. I had her completely off balance, and I knew this was an experience I wanted to repeat. Maybe not too often -- the last thing I wanted to do was break her so she was completely docile in bed -- but I definitely wanted her like this again.
“Then it’s not hurting.” I slid back inside her again. Then out. Then I circled her clit once more. Again, she jumped and clamped down on me. Her legs refused to hold her even though she seemed to be scrambling for purchase. It didn’t matter, though. My arm around her middle held her up even as she was impaled on my cock.
“I can’t think!”
“Good. That’s where I want you.”
Her breath came in pants and I knew she was hyperventilating. It would make her dizzy but I chose to let her keep going. If she got in distress, I’d bring her back down, but the loss of control and her head spinning a little would enhance this experience for her.
When she went limp, I reassessed the situation. Her hands were still on the wall. She wasn’t fighting me. Her ass was squeezing my cock rhythmically. Her breathing had calmed somewhat, but she was still panting occasionally. Her skin was damp, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the shower spray or sweat. I thought it was probably a combination.
Once satisfied she wasn’t hurting, I started to move again. This time, I kept my fingers over her clit, resting lightly against her wet flesh. I kept my arm firmly around her in case her legs gave out again, but kept moving in a slow steady rhythm.
“You’re not a burden. No one thinks you are. You didn’t let yourself get kidnapped either. Maybe the first time you did, but the alternative was leaving a child to be brutalized and that’s not who you are, Lemon. If it were, you wouldn’t be my woman.
“When you got taken this time, they got the jump on you. Three against one. And you’re a tiny woman, honey. Still, you fought. I’m willing to bet that smart mouth of yours kept them off-balance because you didn’t show any fear, no matter what they did to you. No, honey. You’re not a liability. You’re the strongest of us all because you run into the fray with minimal fighting skills, knowing the odds are stacked against you, simply to do the right thing.”
