Page 54 of Wanted
She shook her head. She’d seen it a few times, but never participated.
“Temperature and sensation play?”
She shook her head again. “Some. Not a lot.”
“It’s not painful, although the heat can be both pleasurable and intense, depending on your skin sensitivity and how I choose to do it.”
She heard the telltale clink of ice rattling in the vase as he shook it gently. Tiny drops of cold water sprinkled her back and she jerked, rolling halfway over in her haste to look back. What she hadn’t noticed before was, inside the vase, immersed in lots of ice cubes and water, were two glass dildoes—one blue and one clear.
“Just so you know,” he said, “these were brand new and in their original boxes, and I’m pretty sure I just paid twice what Spencer did for them. I also intend to make this very intense, but I promise you won’t get hurt. Do you think you can trust me to keep that promise?”
That was an insane question to ask after she’d just offered him both her mouth and her ass, her whole body after tonight, she suddenly realized. “Yes, Sir.”
He patted her hip. “Get comfortable while I set up.”
She pillowed her head on her arms while he pulled up a portable table and laid out the cup of ice he’d brought, a bottle of hair mousse, personal lubricant, long strips of cotton, towels, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Pouring the alcohol into another cup, he dropped two buttons into it, white cotton-wrapped tips down, and doused them. He lit a candle, and was ready. The light caress of his hand moving over her back told her he was about to start.
With the fire, the ice, or his hand? She didn’t know, but she was giddy to find out. This was what she’d missed feeling the first time she was on this table tonight.
“Let’s get you ready.”
His broad hand pushed between her legs, not cupping her pussy, but slipping into the wetness he’d already built there. The unexpectedness of it startled her, but the pleasure of his penetrating fingers as he pushed first two, and then three, up inside her made every nerve he stroked come instantly back to life.
“Nice and wet.”
The huskiness in his voice melted her, right up until his fingers pulled out in favor of giving her pussy a brisk patting spank. He ended the gentle assault with a soothing rub that wrung a soft moan from her.
He shifted his focus, his touch finding the bud of her back passage. He circled with the flat of his fingers, applying steady pressure while her rebel muscles tightened and tightened. Stopping just shy of invading her there, he said, “But this… this is bone dry, and that just won’t do. Will it, Anna?”
She could barely think. Was that rhetorical or did he want her to answer him?
He smacked her bottom, and she almost came up off the table at the sharpness of the sting.
“No, Sir,” she blurted.
“No, sir,” he echoed, his light-hearted humor a stark contrast to the severity of that swat.Taking the lube off the table, he popped the top and drizzled a generous dollop into the crack of her ass. “We’ll do this part now. I wouldn’t want to forget in the heat of the moment and accidentally fuck you dry.”
His fingers found the drops of lube sliding down between her cheeks and returned the slickness where it was needed.
She buried her face in her arms as he applied gentle pressure again, gradually forcing the ring of reluctant muscle to open.
“Have you been fucked up the ass?”
“Yes,” she groaned, trying to hold as still as possible as a single digit worked its way in. He didn’t penetrate far, but it was enough to send a twinge of discomfort through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to breathe through it.
“How long has it been?” Wrapping his arm around her hip, he worked his free hand under her in search of her pussy.
“A long time.” Her breath caught when he brushed her clit, and her hips twitched as he pinched it.
“I’m not going to neglect any part of you,” he vowed, his finger beginning that mortifying dance, sinking in and out of her in slow fucking motions until the twinge of discomfort melted away, and all she was left with was the breathtaking magic of his ownership. “However, I promise I’ll find ways to help you enjoy all or most of it.”
He invaded deeper, the fingers of his other hand caressing her clit until the pinch of returning discomfort faded away again. “Two fingers now.”
She grabbed the end of the table, her legs beginning to shake as the single digit withdrew and two began to work their way in.
“Oh.” She groaned through gritted teeth. Too full. Too much. Though she fought to relax, her muscles tightened to keep him out. Tensing only made it hurt worse and she had plenty of experience in just how bad it could be. Yet, when the ring of muscle at last gave way and he sank his fingers into her, the worst of the pain was more like an orgasm, wrung from her courtesy of the swift rubbing circles assaulting her clit. The groan became a throaty moan.
“Do you like having my fingers in your ass, Anna? Because that sounds as if you do.”
