Page 49 of Savage Warrior

“I can’t,” she wails.

I edge back a fraction to give myself room, then I land a sharp slap on her buttock.

She lets out a squeal and turns her head to give me an accusing glare. “What was that for?”

I rub the pink smudge now blooming on her bottom. “To remind you who’s boss. Do I need to do it again?”

“I… Oh…” She closes her eyes and runs her tongue along her lower lip.

“Well?” I demand, sliding my hand between her legs from behind.

Her stance widens. She thrusts her bottom out for me, and I take that as her answer. I slap her again, though less hard this time.

“Do you want to go to bed, Arina?”

There’s brief moment of hesitation, then she nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she grinds out. “I want to go to bed.”

“Why?”

“Just… I… please…”

“Do you want me to fuck you? Could that be it?”

More nodding.

“Words,” I remind her. “You tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she manages. “Now.” The crude words are even more exquisite in her accented English.

“Where do you want me to fuck you?”

“In the bed.”

I deliver another not-quite-so-gentle tap to her buttock. “Not that. Do you want me to fuck you here?” I thrust two fingers into her pussy to find she’s tight and hot and wet. I stroke in and out to make sure she understands the option. “Or here…” I withdraw my fingers from her slick, welcoming channel and drive just one digit into her arse, as far as the second knuckle.

“Aargh!” She shoves herself upright and sends me a fearful, shocked glance over her shoulder. “You can’t! You must stop!”

I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her against me, my finger still in her arse. I bury it deeper, twisting to the left then the right.

“Please! Oh…”

“Am I hurting you?” I ask, then I nip the tip of her shoulder with my teeth. “Did I tell you you could move?”

The protesting is back. “But you… I did not expect that…”

“Lean on the tiles, Arina. Let me have your arse.”

“I… Why?”

“Because I told you to. It’s what I want. It’s what you want, too, isn’t it?” I slide one more finger into her snug rear channel, taking care not to be rough. This is obviously new to her, and I want her first experience of anal sex to be good. It has to be, if I’m to have any hope of convincing her to ever do it again.

Slowly, cautiously, she returns to her previous position. The tension is back in her body again, the casual looseness I invoked moments ago, gone. She expects pain. She expects something awful and unknown to happen.

I’ll stand for the second, not the first. “Do you trust me?” I whisper.

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