Page 72 of Unwillingly His

His fingers went from my clit, past my opening, into my asshole. He circled it with his thumb, spreading my own dampness around. “Now I’m going to take my trophy and claim your ass as well.”

“Please. I was trying to be good.”

I should have refused him.

I should have fought, but the way he touched me there, I hadn’t even known that was something that would have been expected of me or that I’d want it.

He let go of my throat and reached into his pocket, pulling out the metal tin I had seen him slide in. He set it on a horizontal beam just above my head. I looked up to see the label. It was a balm made from honey and beeswax.

“This is going to hurt,” he whispered in my ear. “But I think you like that.”

He pulled me away from the wall and bent me over at my waist. Flipping my dress up and pushing my thong down to around my ankles.

I didn’t say anything.

I let him move me.

My eyes slid closed as I tried to brace myself against the wooden walls.

His hand was either on my lower back, pressing me down further, or on my thighs, spreading them before I heard him grab the tin and set it on my lower back.

My face burned with humiliation as I prayed no one came back here, but the rest of my body tingled with anticipation. There were so many things that he’d done to me that I didn’t want to happen, but every single one ended up setting my body on fire. Every single one of them made me feel so unbelievably satisfied but also desperate for more.

The only thing I could do was hope that this was going to be just as intense, just as good. Even when he gave me pain, he gave me pleasure.

He was a king.

He was going to take what he wanted regardless of what I had to say about it. But when what he wanted had always given me such a dark pleasure, why should I fight it?

I jumped when he spread the balm over my backside, slowly working in one finger and then stretching me with two. The burn was instant and intense but faded after a moment. The more balm he used, the more comfortable it got, and the less my body tried to fight the intrusion.

But that was just a finger.

“I want to hear you say it again,” he demanded as I heard his zipper go down, and a sound that could only be him spreading the balm on his cock.

“Say what?”

“You know what I want to hear,” he demanded as he pressed the head of his cock to my ass.

“I was watching you,” I said, as he slowly pressed into me.

I gasped.

It felt different than before. It hurt, but there was something else there, too.

He stopped only an inch inside of me, but it felt like so much more.“Why were you watching me?”

“Because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I saw you riding that horse and…” I stuttered as he moved again.

“And?”

“And I wanted you. Seeing you in control like that made me wet, and I ached for you to dominate me the way you owned that field.”

“What about the men who were talking to you?”

“What men?” I asked, overwhelmed. It was so hard to think while his cock was pushing inside of me so quickly, stretching me beyond my limits.

“Don’t lie,” he warned.

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