Page 101 of The Retreat

“Wait! Lube?” The plug was lubed, and I made sure there was plenty inside of me, but he’s dry and huge.

“You made your bed, now you have to lie in it.”

He pushes against me, and his thick head pops past the ring of muscle.

“Oh, god,” I whimper while I force myself to breathe.

The burn is so much more intense than I expected that my body tries to get away from him without any thought from me.

“Hold still, your slutty hole can take it,” he demands and works himself in farther. In, out, in, out. Luckily, the lube I added starts coating him and makes the slide so much easier, but that burn is intense. Every time he goes a little farther, it starts over. Finally, his hips are against my ass. I’m sweating and shaking, and he’s barely started.

Owen grips my shoulder and slowly pulls out, then thrusts in hard and deep. It’s a mind-fuck. It still burns as my body adjusts to him, but it also feels so fucking good. I’m high on him.

I want to touch myself, but I’m still holding myself open to him. I don’t know if I can come hands-free in this position. Will he help me finish? Send me to bed used and hard?

“Colin!” Owen bites out and grips my hair, pulling my chest off the counter. “Am I boring you?” His mouth is pressed against my neck as he speaks, then he sinks his teeth into my skin.

“I want to come,” I beg. I dig my fingers into my ass cheeks in an attempt to do what he asked, but it’s so hard.

Owen buries himself inside of me and stops, then lifts the nightgown until it’s caught under my arms. I’m panting as he lowers my jock and wraps his warm hand around me. He strokes me slowly at first. His entire body is so much bigger than mine that in this position, I’m enveloped in him. As he strokes, his fingers cover my head, giving me extra stimulation and pushing me so much closer to the edge.

“Fuck me please, I’m going to come.” My entire body is tight as I try to hold the impending orgasm at bay, and Owen groans into my neck.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He starts to thrust, which pushes my dick into his fist. He finds a rhythm he likes, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. If he stops, I’ll sob. His thrusts get harder as his hips snap against me in a lewd sound that echoes in our kitchen.

“Come, little whore. Show me how much you like being used.”

I let my orgasm take me, spraying the cabinet and dripping on the floor with a bone-deep sob. He fucks me faster, deeper, as I come. Tears roll down my cheeks at the release I’ve needed for too long, both physically and emotionally.

Owen moans and grunts before his dick twitches and warmth spills inside of me. I finally let my body relax as I get what I needed from him. This is the only kind of affection I’ve allowed myself for years. It fills a part of my heart temporarily.

He stops moving, sagging against me and letting the counter hold us up as he pants for breath.

“Where did I put the plug?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” My brain has been reset by his dick, and there are no thoughts up here.

When Owen pulls out, I hiss and stand up. He walks over to the couch, looks around, and bends down to pick it up, then comes back to me.

“Bend over.”

I whimper, but do what I’m told. I grunt at the cold metal against my heated skin, then moan as it soothes the abused flesh.

“Get some rest. I’ll be using that hole again before morning.”

After stumbling to our room and stripping off my clothes, I climb into bed. With my arms wrapped around my pillow, I pass out. My ass is deliciously sore, and my mind is quiet.

“I’ll be using that hole again before morning.”

His words are the last thought I have before my eyes close and I succumb to the dark.

I don’t know how long I’m asleep for when pressure against my hole wakes me. I’m somewhere between conscious and asleep, my body loose and giving.

“Shhh princess, I’m using what’s mine.” Owen’s words are soft as he rocks into me in slow deep thrusts. One of my legs is bent at the knee up by my side, and he’s straddling the other one while he holds my hip in place.

Gods, this is the best I’ve ever felt. To be taken like this, like he couldn’t wait until morning, so he had to use me now.

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