Page 92 of Cruel Dominion

Carter settled between my legs and snatched my pussy in his fist, making me hiss.

“Don’t play hard to get with me, baby.” He ground the heel of his palm over my mound, spreading my wetness in a way that felt so fucking good. “This doesn’t lie.”

He reached behind us, fiddling with the strap on my left leg, not uncuffing it, but loosening it enough that he could get the leg over his shoulder, lifting and angling my hips.

His warm hands felt so big as he reached beneath me, gripping the cheeks of my ass with a shuddering groan.

“You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen,” Carter said. “I think I’ve been obsessed with it since I first saw you in a swimsuit. Now, it’s mine.”

I quivered at what I thought he was implying. Planning.

Carter gathered my wetness against his fingertips and pushed it lower. I jerked as his fingers passed the wetness to a different entrance.

My cheeks flamed hot and I snapped my attention to Carter who was looking at my ass like it was the entrance to the cave of fucking wonders.

Oh god.

He repeated the motion, gathering more wetness to fully soak my other entrance, but when he pressed a digit to the tight hole, I jerked away instinctively.

“Wait.”

“I told you, Anna. You’re mine. That means all of you. Even this,” Carter said, punctuating the last word by slipping the tip of a digit into the warm channel. It burned and something in my stomach flipped and tightened.

“It’ll hurt a bit at first, but you’ll like it.”

“I don’t think I?—”

“Has anyone ever fucked you here before?”

“No,” I said on a breath. “I’ve never even had fingers in me there. I don’t think I’ll like it.”

I’d always been curious what other women saw in anal sex because I couldn’t see the appeal. The one time I’d been drunk enough to consider it I asked my boyfriend at the time if he wanted to try it, and he seemed genuinely grossed out by the idea. It turned me off of ever wanting to try again.

He’d made me feel ashamed for even thinking about it, but somehow this felt completely different with Carter. There was no part of me, no matter how twisted or broken, that he hadn’t embraced. He owned all of me.

That was the thing about loving someone who was fucked up. There was nothing you could ever do to scare them.

Carter moaned, sounding pleased. “Fuck. I love that. I’ll be the first one to claim your ass, too.”

He’d stolen all my other firsts. Why not this one?

He circled the ring of muscles with his fingers. It felt strange, but the more he touched me, the more I felt my body relax, arching into his touch.

“That’s it. Breathe,” Carter said. “I need you to relax.”

Reflexively, I stiffened, but his hand on my stomach settled me as he inserted the tip of his finger again. I felt my muscles clench around him, and my entire body froze, adjusting to the new sensation.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in, then one out. My muscles loosened enough to let him slide in just a bit further. Slowly, he worked his finger in while his other hand slid down my belly, his fingers tap-tapping on my clit before starting slow circles there.

My wetness eased his way, but it still felt strange and intrusive.

“Good girl,” he said when he finally worked the whole finger inside. “You’re stretching so beautifully for me.”

My body softened at the praise. Some instinctive part of me still loved pleasing him.

“I’m going to make sure this feels good for you, just like I promised.”

His fingers on my pussy stroked rhythmically, starting a slow, steady build, making me hot all over.

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