A man able to fulfill a woman’s darkest fantasy with the two gentlest hands a strong, sexy man could be blessed with.
When those large, marvelous hands splayed lightly over her smoldering butt, reminding her of Pierce’s earlier discipline, her concentration zeroed in on a new target.
“How do you feel now?” The deeply rumbled question flowed tenderly over her.
“Nearing the comatose stage. It’s hard to fathom why some intelligent woman hasn’t snagged you up by now, using whatever means necessary. A lifetime of this kind of treatment would be a female’s dream come true.”
His low chuckle set free a cage of butterflies in her tummy.
“You’d be surprised, perhaps even shocked, at the lengths some members of the fairer sex have gone to. But I’m not interested in talking about other females. My sole interest at this moment is you, Heather. My irrepressible, amazingly responsive, lovely brat.”
The compliment went straight to her heart. Melted the life-sustaining organ as if it were soft vanilla taffy on a 120-degree day.
He gently cupped both ass cheeks and began a light rhythmic rub and glide that had her moaning in pure unadulterated bliss.
She hadn’t even realized she’d arched her backside in unconscious invitation until she felt his thumbs dip and glide along the sensitive inner crevice, one of them skimming over her tightly ruffled back entrance. She shied away, the move purely instinctive, until her pelvic bones reconnected with the soft towel beneath her.
The pad of a thick thumb made another whisper-soft pass over the exact same spot.
With nowhere to retreat, better prepared, Heather let her body go limp and opened herself up to the surprisingly pleasant sensation. It hadn’t been fear that caused her retreat. It was the unexpected flirt of pleasure.
An encouraging glide and squeeze of her backside was her reward. “That’s it, love. Let that inquisitive nature of yours take over. Trust your natural instincts.” Another light, full-handed compression of her backside with a subtle spread of her cheeks. “Trust me.”
“It’s not you. It’s me. The newness of what you’re about to do.” She trusted Pierce implicitly. He’d always been her subconscious safe haven. Even while away at college or in New York, a single thought of him anchored her, helped her through whatever turmoil she happened to be going through at the time. The man was a rock-solid presence in her mind. In her heart. “You’ve always had my trust, Pierce. You always will.”
“A precious gift I will never take for granted.”
The soft press of his lips at the juncture of her neck and shoulder ignited a fan of tingles over her body.
“Take your time. Let me know when you’re ready to continue.” The whole time, his hands never ceased their gentle manipulation of her flesh. The small of her back, her waist, down her hips, across her upper thighs, returning to her ass, where he paused for long, luscious moments of soothing indulgence.
Heather sighed in appreciation. It was time to listen to her body. Pierce had never hurt her. Never would. He’d make this experience as memorable as all the rest.
Heather took a deep breath. Shut down the cautious portion of her mind. “I’m ready. No, not just ready. I want this.”
“Your wish is my command.” A warm stream of breath flowed over her back a second before soft lips grazed the top of each butt cheek. Feathered over nearly every inch of her ass. Not even the unexpected glide of a warm tongue several inches down the crease of her ass that stopped short of her anus pulled her from the mystical world of sensation he was building.
Heather moaned. “Don’t stop.”
A soft chuckle met her breathy demand. “A request I’m more than willing to grant.”
Pierce smiled down at the shapely, pliant woman before him. God, she was so damn beautiful. The honest-to-goodness all-natural kind. Inside and out. The fact that she didn’t constantly bemoan or try to hide what nature had dealt her, like too much tit, too much hips, too much ass. Hell, he couldn’t remember her ever perming her hair because she wanted curly instead of poker straight. A bunch of feminine nonsense which amounted to nonexistent flaws from a man’s standpoint made her even more appealing to him. Rough-and-tumble girls didn’t aspire to one day be arm candy. When they grew up, they didn’t care if their makeup wore off or their hair got mussed and they brought those rough-and-tumble ways with them, right into a man’s bed. God love them. Especially his own little brat.
And her trust wasn’t the only precious gift she was giving to him today. That he’d be the first to penetrate and make love to her tight, high, jack-off-inspiring ass was another.
“If we’re going to do this right, I want you on your knees at the end of the lounger. Scoot down.”
True to her nature, once she’d committed, she acted. She rose to all fours and moved down immediately.
He slid his hands down her ass and placed them on her inner thighs. “Spread yourself as far as you can.” Guided by his slight pressure, she opened to his satisfaction.
“From this moment on, I won’t be denied anything, any part of your lovely body. Acknowledge.”
“Yes, Pierce.”
He made one last gentle pass of his hands over her entire body from top to bottom, for his pleasure and hers and to test for any lingering tenseness. There wasn’t any.
He picked up the lubricant.
Applying more to his free hand and a small slow drizzle down the crack of her ass, he set the bottle aside. He divided the liquid between his hands and ran his fingertips over the part of her that would now have his undivided attention.
He was in no hurry. There was no need to rush. He intended to enjoy every ticking second of breaking her in to this new experience.
“The objective is immeasurable pleasure. Enhanced by a measure of pain. Never pain on its own. If after a few seconds, something truly hurts, you’re to tell me immediately.”
“Understood, Pierce.”
“Good girl,” he said as he grabbed his towel, quickly folded it, dropped it to the ground and knelt behind her. “Now take a deep breath and give your body over to me.” When she did as she was told, he gave her right ass cheek an encouraging pat.
He settled his hands on her two generous globes and spread them wide, keeping his fingertips at the edges of her puckered back entrance.
Bending his head, he made a foray with his tongue down her fully exposed crack, lightly grazing over her anus, noting the slight hitch in her breath before he continued down to drive his tongue deep inside her pussy. It entered with ease.
She moaned and canted her hips back for deeper penetration. Her wet willingness a sign she was still excited and accepting.
He coated his taste buds with her sweet, earthy essence. She tasted so fucking good. Had he not committed to another path, he would’ve lingered longer.
He pulled out of her pussy for a hard, slow ride back up her crack.
“Nooo.” She raised her hips until she could go no farther, probably realizing it was useless because he was the one in control. A lesson that would eventually be implanted in her brain.
On this pass, he rode his tongue very, very slowly up with more pressure, swirling around the darkened circle of flesh before continuing on. She had an ass made to be manhandled, pleasingly round, firm, yet pliable with a natural deep crevice. He wasn’t a fan of skinny asses. He liked a bit of cushion between his hips and the backside he was riding hard and fast, and from where he was kneeling, Heather had a very ride-able ass.
He paused to take in the spectacular sight of her willing exposure.
He couldn’t count the times he’d fantasized about fucking this ass with fingers, toys and cock, his throbbing cock presently protesting because it wouldn’t be the object doing the honors today or the next few times for that matter. Breaching a woman’s ass was something to be savored. A prolonged sweet journey, resulting in maximal pleasure. For both of them. Most especially for Heather so she’d want it again and again and again. Anytime the mood str
uck him. Because he knew once he’d taken her there, no power on earth could keep him from going back to that sweet little orifice. Experiencing the feel of her contractions when her orgasm hit and she clamped around his throbbing dick just before he filled her with his hot cum.
As he ended the thought, he pressed the tip of his pinky finger against the tight ring of muscle until he slipped inside, not even up to the first knuckle, with next to no resistance. A lot of men would start with their thumbs. He believed in building up in unhurried, easy increments. Less stress. More pleasure. More playtime for him. A connoisseur of fine wine or good food didn’t guzzle or wolf down. He savored. And Pierce considered himself to be a connoisseur when it came to a woman’s body.
He stayed at that depth for a short time, rotated, teased, before invading her warm tunnel incrementally deeper. Repeated his toying, taking in every twitch, every sigh, watching for the slightest sign of encouragement to continue. The silent permissions came quicker and quicker and it wasn’t long before he was all the way in. He stayed there for an extended time, enjoying the heat, the feel of her tender tissue, the scent of her climbing arousal wafting up from her wide-open pussy before he initiated a methodical retreat and forage.
“Damn. That feels awesome.” Her words rode a soft sigh of pleasure accompanied by the uninhibited motion of her hips as she synced to his rhythm.
Any lingering worry of spending many enjoyable future hours fucking and toying with Heather’s fabulous ass apparently wasn’t going to be an issue.
Hooyah!
With Pierce’s finger gliding in and out of her ass, Heather couldn’t think now why she’d ever had the slightest reservation of allowing that part of her body to be sexually explored. It had always seemed way too intimate an act. Or maybe she’d merely been saving the experience of anal sex to share with someone special. A man who’d understand and nurture her deeply hidden desire for sexual discipline. Someone she trusted not only with her body, but with her whole heart.
Pierce’s pinky, slick with lube, felt so damn terrific riding past sensitive nerve endings and tender tissues, she knew it would only get better. She was certain it was his pinky by the folded-back position of his other fingers and she couldn’t wait until he graduated her to his remaining digits. A sure thing, since the butt plug he’d brought out was a bit larger than his nice thick thumb.
Knowing full well she’d be putting her most intimate parts on even more observable display and not the least mortified, she lowered and crossed her arms, dropped her head and rested her cheek against one forearm, resulting in a higher lift of her backside.
“Damn. Beautiful doesn’t do justice to how you look to me at this moment. Totally exposed. Willing to accept anything I want to do. And God, that spectacular pussy of yours. Pink and glistening in anticipation as I pump my finger into your luscious ass.” As he spoke, his free hand stroked over and kneaded the globes of her backside.
Her heart warmed at the obvious appreciation in the deeply murmured praise.
He drove in deeper, pressing harder.
“Ummm. That feels wonderful.” She sighed and pushed her hips back in acceptance. “More, please, Pierce. I’d like to try more.”
“A request I’m happy to fulfill.” She felt the light brush of his lips on her hip and felt instant loss at his immediate withdrawal as her muscles contracted over unfilled space.
Better prepared for what to expect, she drew a deep steady breath and willed her body to go lax.
A moment later, the press of another finger. The anticipated initial pressure, the burning stretch followed by a spark of pleasure and the shock of sinking into her depths in one steady push.
Her head came off her arm several inches as her breath caught.
Not the slow systematic invasion as before.
“Breathe, darling. Can’t have you passing out on me at this early stage.” There was a definite smile in the directive that was accompanied by a light motivating swat on her butt.
She should know by now never to second-guess this man. Then again, where would the fun be in being with a man whose every move you anticipated? The one thing she could expect from Pierce was the unexpected.
Deeper. Wider. The pace a bit faster. All different from before, but so damn good.
“You like having something in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Why hedge?
She could easily get addicted to this.
“Good. Because I plan on filling it often. Fingers and butt plugs first. But in three days, when you’re good and primed, it will be my cock. Buried so deep and pounding so hard into this tight hot orifice that the only coherent sound to pass your pretty lips will be my name when I bring you to a screaming orgasm.”
Heather wasn’t intimidated in the least by the carnal threat. In fact, she couldn’t wait for it to happen. She loved the slight burn, the mild pain that morphed into a tingly warm pleasure that radiated straight to her pussy. It stood to reason, the bigger the object, the greater the reward and she couldn’t wait to experience the anticipated pain-pleasure when he rammed his big beautiful cock up her ass for the first time and filled her to the max.
She didn’t have to ask for the next largest digit. Nor the next. A good thing since she seemed incapable of coherent speech. But she was damn good at moaning and groaning as he graduated her until he finally filled her with the superb girth of his thumb.
“Yes.” She finally managed to gasp as her channel stretched to accept the thicker digit and he sunk to the base. Not as long as the others, but oh so wonderfully wider.
As his fingers escalated in width, so did her cravings as she luxuriated in the now-anticipated burning pleasure.
He pressed harder, the remaining fingers fanning over her ass when he began a slow, tortuous rotation.
She pressed her hips back, wanting, needing more. Everything that nice thick digit had to offer.
He pumped. Setting an uncompromising steady rhythm that touched her core.
She gasped. Her breaths escalated. Her pussy throbbed. Holy crap. She didn’t think it possible from just having him fuck her ass with his fingers, but she was on the brink of orgasm.
“Hurt?” He let up slightly.
“Nooo. Don’t back off.” The plea stuttered through heavy breaths. “I think I might…I’m going to…”
He completely withdrew.
“Pierce, No! Damn you. You can’t stop now.” She whipped her head around to glare at him.
“Oh, but I can, since I’m the one in charge. You’ll come when I’m good and ready to grant you that privilege and not before.”
Was he fucking kidding? A derisive thought she kept to herself when seeing his sexually sinister smirk that telegraphed a resounding No. He was dead serious. Bastard!
“And that demanding little outburst. Tsk. Tsk.” He swiveled his head from side to side. “Very, very disrespectful.”
“I’m sorry,” she blurted with as much sincerity as she could muster. She knew she’d screwed up, but wasn’t above saying anything if there was the tiniest chance he’d continue what he’d been doing.
He pinned her with an assessing look. “Hmmm, I doubt that.” He smiled. “Even if you were, I’m afraid it’s too little too late.”
“But—”
He held up a hand.
She closed her lips. Partly because of his clear-cut gesture. Partly because of the sight of that nice plump glistening thumb she wanted stuffed back into her ass.
“Who’s in charge? Who is your master?”
“You are.” She sighed. She couldn’t lie. He’d made that crystal clear from the start. Something she’d wanted, but seemed so much easier to adapt to in her fantasies.
“So you’ve learned that much.”
“I have, Pierce.”
“Along with the proper way to address me, I see.”
“Yes, Pierce.”
“So you know why I can’t let your behavior slide. Why you’ll be punished.”
Since it w
as more statement than question, she didn’t bother answering. She dropped her gaze as disappointment settled over her, putting a major damper on the orgasm she’d anticipated moments earlier. Well, this sucked the big cojones.
He nudged a finger under her chin, prompting her to meet his gaze. “Don’t look so glum, brat. I won’t discipline you this minute. Not when we have unfinished business,” he said as he straightened. “Relax while I wash my hand.” He smoothed his clean one over her back, across her backside and down her thigh, giving it a pat before walking toward the shower unit.
Hope bloomed. Okay, no more fingers. That still left the butt plug. She lowered her upper body on a contented sigh, rested her cheek on her crossed arms and watched him. He had the most magnificent tight ass. Tightly strung tendons and muscles flexed as he walked, his gait unhurried. And those thigh and calf muscles…yum. She closed her eyes, capturing the sight of his retreating form against her eyelids.
The sound of water running drifted back to her, the air around her heavy with her own musk of desire as she became absorbed in her fantasies.
She couldn’t wait until it was her time to have control of his body. She knew it wouldn’t include playing Mistress to his Master. She didn’t want to dominate him. She only wanted to explore every inch of his strong, healthy body. Kiss and lick her way over every enticing masculine ripple, valley and bulge on his rock-hard, six-foot-one frame. And spend extra time on one bulge in particular. The one between his thick thighs.
She opened her eyes and was treated to that particular bulge’s rod-straight beauty, jutting skyward from a thick nest of springy black hair as Pierce made his way back to her. From her angle, his cock grew larger and larger the closer he got and all she could think about was how she wanted to raise her head, open her mouth and await its arrival. Suck it into her mouth and consume the entire luscious length until it hit the back of her throat and suck him off until her mouth filled with his creamy thick cum. But she knew better. He hadn’t given her permission, and never having been seriously disciplined by him yet, she didn’t want to risk adding to her punishment without knowing what to expect.
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