Page 62 of The Puppetmaster

I moan heartily when he places his hand on my exposed core, cupping me with his palm and only applying soft pressure when he urges me to move forward so he can climb on the bed behind me.

I’m so agitated and ready for him that I’m practically dripping on his hand, the sensation of even the slightest touch on my clit almost too much to bear.

He’s careful, though, only passing my most sensitive spot as if by accident when he slides his fingers up and down between my folds. A moment later I realize what he’s doing.

He moves upward, gathering my own juices to use them as lubricant when he starts teasing my tight entrance. My pussy may be blocked by a clamp, but that’s not where he will fuck me today.

A wave of concern blends with all the other emotions I’m trying to process right now. For all the kinky fantasies I might have had, all the dates and short-term boyfriends who have made appearances in my life—I’ve never been fucked in the ass before.

Should I tell him? Is this something he needs to know?

Is this something I need him to know?

“I...I...” I stutter, interrupted by him spreading my tight hole with his finger. It’s weird, it’s new... but it’s not painful. Yet.

That changes when he adds another finger, soaked in my own juices and gliding into me with surprising ease.

“I’ve never...done this,” I blurt out, unable to stop the words from pouring out of me.

“An anal virgin, huh?” he notes behind me, pushing his fingers deeper inside me and sending another wave of painful bliss raging through my core. “There’s a first for everything, puppet. You’re lucky you get to experience yours with me.”

I’m inclined to agree, because as much as I fear the increasing ache of what he’s doing to me, I can’t help but lean into him, asking for more, curious to see what his cock must feel like.

He stretches me with his fingers before massaging my puckered entrance when he slowly pulls them out.

“You want more, puppet?”

“Yes, please,” I breathe, woozy with craving.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Master.”

“Please, what? What do you want me to do?”

I roll my eyes, unbeknownst to him, my entire body squirming with yearning while my fingers dig into the silk sheet beneath me.

“Please... fuck my ass,” I mutter with my eyes closed, thankful for not having to look at him right now. Saying the words out loud brings shame to me, a shame that only fuels my arousal.

“As you wish,” he growls behind me, and a moment later I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance.

I immediately tense up when he threatens to move, only playing with my hole, teasing and probing. I start to move as if in a trance, circling my hips while bobbing back and forth ever so slightly, the gem stones toying with my clit as I do.

He holds his cock in place, leaving it up to me how much of it actually parts my tight hole. I’m cautious, still riddled with fear as I merely play with the idea of letting him fuck me there.

I knew it was only a matter of time until he’s had enough. He doesn’t shove it in like he would with my pussy, but at some point he holds me in place, spreading me with the thick head of his cock, blazing-hot pain shooting through my core.

I throw my head back, holding onto the silk sheets for dear life while he slowly and steadily moves forward, tearing me apart inch for inch.

“Let it go,” he says in a soothing voice, voicing the same command that has given me so much pleasure. “Just let it happen, Alena. Enjoy it. Let it go.”

I groan an unintelligible response and am determined to obey, not for him, but for myself. Breathing through the pain, I let it happen, taking in his massive size inch for inch, but I can feel the agony turning into something else as he fills me. It’s a gradual change, something that comes with harbingers like little kisses, interrupting the pain for just long enough to give me an idea of what it could be like. All I need to do is hold onto them, embrace them and welcome the kick they bring. I know that.

It’s something that he has taught me, a kind of magic that was unfathomable to me before.

A deep moan leaves my lips when I’m touched by that magic today, the anguish turning into a warm buzz as he slowly fucks me where no one has fucked me before. Every thrust is still spiced with a hint of hot ache, but just enough to turn into a luscious feeling, granting me with a vertigo that equals the high I experienced on my first day here.

I never regretted listening to his demands, not once, and I don’t regret it now. We move in unison, a steady rhythm between us, neither too fast nor too slow, but just perfectly gratifying. I can feel the gem stones tickling my swollen nub with every impetus, driving me closer to my impending climax.

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