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He tears open the sachet and dribbles the lube onto my ass. It’s ice cold, and I gasp, but my body heat quickly warms it. He uses his fingers on me, dipping into my hole, and massaging it around. It feels good, but also dirty. The stretch and sting are both incredible and painful.
“Ah, fuck.”
“Breathe. Nice and slow.”
He fists his huge cock and positions himself at my ass. There’s pressure as he pushes against me and slowly forces the tip inside. It hurts, the burn all encompassing, but I don’t tell him to stop. I grit my teeth and promise myself I can take him. The pain increases as he pushes deeper. I groan and drop my head. I’m sure I can feel the hard ridges of his piercings.
“The head is inside your ass now, Duchess. I’m edging in. You’re taking me, inch by inch. Keep breathing.”
He moves so slowly. I drop to my forearms, my face planted against the mattress. I’m breathing hard. The sting has gone beyond something I can ignore. It really fucking hurts now. Oh, fuck, am I really going to be able to do this? The pain, though, chases away the terror, and I prefer it to panic. There’s also a dull weird arousal building along with it. The two together are messing my mind up so much, the overwhelm is intense. My pussy brushes against the bed every now and again and gives me the friction I need. I feel as if I might faint from pain, humiliation, need, and pleasure.
I break down. “I can’t, I can’t. It’s too much. You’re too big.” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
“Hush, Duchess. We’re not stopping now. Your ass is mine. You’re doing so well, and we’re only just getting started. You’re going to come like a fucking freight train and then you’ll be thanking me. The moment I’m balls deep, I’m using the belt.”
I whimper.
“That’s it, good girl. I’m filling you all up. You look incredible all stretched around me like this.”
He finally stops moving, his cock seated deep inside me. I can’t believe I’ve managed to take him. The pain eases up a little, but I’m in for more.
“Now for the belt,” he tells me. “Take your punishment like a good little whore.”
The position he’s in means the force of his strokes are limited. He has to keep the belt short. In an underhand whipping motion, the belt snaps through the air and hits my right ass cheek. I let out a cry, and then bite the sheets. I don’t want the woman at the reception desk to think I’m being attacked and call the cops. I’d hate to explain this situation away.
His voice comes from over my shoulder, low and dangerous. “How many is that, Duchess?”
“One.”
“Good girl.”
He fucks me slowly, incredibly slowly, so I can feel every single movement. Then he pauses, and the belt whips through the air again and makes contact with my skin. The sting of pain flares through me, my skin burning.
“Count,” he demands.
“Two,” I whimper.
How many of these is he planning to give me?
He rests the belt on my hip as he returns to fucking me. Every inch, sliding in and out, feels like heaven. He was right.
He said it would feel good, and I hate that it does. I hate that he was right, that they always are when it comes to this. The weird, insane chemistry between us has me at their mercy. They own my body, and they better never find out because that would make me so under their sway, I’d lose myself completely.
My eyes roll and my toes curl. He’s so controlled, and even when I try to push back on him, frustration making me want it faster, he holds my hips steady and keeps his own pace.
“Please,” I beg. “Give me more, please.”
I don’t mean the belt, but he reacts by smacking it across my ass again.
“Three,” I cry.
“Good girl.”
He smooths his thumb over the spot where the leather has struck me, rubbing the sting out of the strike. The tenderness of that touch speaks to something deep inside me.
My pussy pulses, flooding with wetness. Can I come just from him being inside my ass? I don’t know, but I want to. I reach between my thighs to touch my clit, and internally, I clench.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Do that again.”
