He peppered my ass with a flurry of swats and I began kicking my legs as the pain built up, making it impossible to stay still or quiet. Soon, every new swat made me squeak. One of my hands moved to cover my poor butt cheeks. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it against the small of my back.
“Take it like a good girl,” he growled, and I moaned as his hand landed again and again.
Beneath my belly, I felt his hardness growing until it was poking against me. Between my legs, heat pooled. The pain was transformed into an aching need for him to fill me.
“Please,” I breathed, struggling to speak through the pain.
“What is it?” His hand never stopped even for a moment.
“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I told him.
“You’re not in control here, Avery.” His hand covered my ass in a flurry of more swats and I began to cry. It was real tears, not hay fever, this time. He had peeled back all my defenses and now he was showing me a part of himself that was only for me.
When he was done, I lay over his lap, sniffling and letting the tears come. He just held me in position while I cried myself out.
When I was done, he helped me stand.
“Now kneel on the bed.”
I obeyed him and got my ass up in the air while my hands and knees supported me. A moment later, I felt his fingers on my sore, punished bottom cheeks and he was spreading them.
“I’m gonna put a bigger plug in your ass, this time, and I want you to take it for me.” The words made my pussy spasm. We’d been playing with plugs for a couple of months, now, and it had caused some unbelievable orgasms.
Cold lube touched my closed little rose, then I felt the pressure of the plug going inside me. It was wide, forcing me open more than I’d ever been. A challenge.
My clit throbbed as my back passage was breached, and my nipples—already hard from the spanking—craved stimulation.
I moaned and buried my face in the blanket covering the mattress. The plug slid in until it was very deep, then it began to narrow, until my sphincter closed around a thin stem leading to the flared base.
“Good girl. Keep that in.”
If my pussy wasn’t dripping, I didn’t know why. His cock lined up with my entrance and began to slide inside me. I felt his thick, hard member pressing against the plug through the thin wall between them.
“Sooo full,” I breathed.
“You will be in a minute,” he told me. “I’m not even half-way in yet.”
“More?” I squeaked.
Instead of replying, he pushed in further, stretching me to the limit while all I could do was stay in position and accept whatever he chose to give me.
When the abs at the base of his cock pressed against my sore bottom cheeks, I knew he was seated fully inside me. I breathed out slowly. It was intense, but not too much to handle.
Then, he began to move. Sparks of heat fizzed deep in my pussy and ass. His cock hit against my G-spot over and over while in my ass, billions of tiny points lit up with sensation. It felt so good, I almost came immediately. I knew I wouldn’t last long. As if he sensed that I was close, he gripped my hips and drove into me, thrusting hard and fast. I was his. He claimed me. And I loved it.
My sheath tightened around him, clamping down on his big cock, and I knew I was about to lose myself. Sure enough, as he went in deep with his thick cock, grinding against the base of the butt plug, I came apart, tensing and moaning while he continued to fuck me. Nothing else mattered but us. I only wanted him.
My climax was reaching its peak when he suddenly came with a growl, shooting hot liquid deep inside me before stilling. We remained that way for a full minute or more. Slowly, as we came back down from our dizzying heights, we slid apart and fell onto the bed.
“Stay with me,” I told him, as he held me and I drifted through half-thoughts, fuzzy with afterglow.
“Always,” he replied. “I’ll always stay.”
The End.
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