Page 50 of Savage Warrior

“I don’t know,” is the honest response.

Fair enough. “Am I hurting you now?”

“A little. It’s tight. It feels very… strange.”

“Fuck, yes, it is tight. You do have the most exquisitely fuckable arse, Arina. I intend to prove that to you.”

My precise meaning penetrates. “Oh, no, you cannot do that. It is not…decent.”

“True enough. It isn’t. But we’ll do it anyway.” I scissor my fingers deep inside her, at the same time reaching around to roll her sensitive clit between my fingers.

“Aaaagh! Oh God…”

“Do you want more, Arina?”

“Yes. No. I cannot…”

I hit the ‘off’ button to kill the shower, grab a travel-sized tube of body lotion from the shelf beside the cubicle, then scoop her up in my arms. A few swift strides bring us to the bed, where I dump her wet, slippery body on the mattress. Before she has chance to reconsider, I roll her onto her back and shove her knees to her chest.

“Open. Open wide for me.”

She looks dazed, confused, drunk on lust, but does as she’s told. She gazes up at me under hooded eyelids. “Will it hurt?”

I’m not about to lie to her. I haven’t so far. “A little, at first. But I’ll make it good for you. We can go slow, as slow as you need.”

This time, when she nods, I leave it at that rather than insisting on words.

I double-check the plastic bottle to make sure the body lotion doesn’t have any weird chemicals in it. There’s nothing ominous, so I squirt a generous helping into my fingers.

This time, when I insert two into her arse, there’s barely any friction. They slip in easily. Arina’s eyes are closed, and she breathes heavily through her nose as I drive them in and out.

“Okay so far?”

More nodding.

I press fully home, watching every expressive flicker on her features, searching for the first sign of pain. There’s none, but I have to ask.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m scared. This is… I don’t like it.”

“Why not?”

Her eyes fly open. “It… it is embarrassing. Humiliating.”

Is that all? I can deal with that.

I continue to work my fingers in and out of her rear channel, at the same time stroking the pad of my other thumb over the tip of her clit. Several firm, slow strokes, and the plump bud swells eagerly under my touch. Arina sighs and clenches around my fingers, thrusting upwards, seeking more.

“Now, how are you doing?” I enquire.

“It feels nice,” she replies. “I think…”

Her words dissolve into a groan. She spreads her thighs wider, opening for me.

I briefly consider letting her come now but decide against it. Not quite yet…

I allow her to writhe and squirm for several moments, let the pleasure bloom and take root while I work a third digit into her arse. Now, she winces. I’m hurting her, but she makes no protest. Her perspective has shifted. The deeper I go, the more I stretch her, the more I hide the discomfort behind a veil of sensual delight. Pleasure disguises pain until she can’t even tell the difference. It all becomes one sensory feast, and Arina is gorging on it.

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