Page 63 of Crave Me

“Did you like it?”

She hesitated too long. My dirty girl wanted her ass taken, she was just too scared to ask for it.

“Tell me, Little Bird,” I said, already moving my fingers down and backward until I was at her anus. I pressed against it, thrilled as her lips parted in pleasure.

“It scares me.”

“It should.” I pressed harder, not breaching her, but getting closer. “It should scare you. But I’ll make it feel good for you.”

She tried to close her legs, prevented from the width of my shoulders still holding her apart. “I didn’t mean today.”

“Too bad. I woke up today thinking of taking your ass. Sounds like we’re on the same page.”

“Simon—”

“Have I done anything you haven’t liked?”

“No, sir.”

“Then trust me. You’ll love this.” I pressed her legs far apart and planted her feet onto the bed. “Stay just like this for me.” Her knees up, her feet tucked at her ass, she was fully open to me.

“I’m not sure.”

“You telling me yellow?”

She blinked harshly, as if the threat of pausing or needing a break terrified her. “You can always say it, Chloe.” I stood from the bed, distance between us. I wouldn’t force her, but push her past her boundaries? I wouldn’t be a good Dom if I didn’t.

“No,” she whispered. “I’m not saying yellow.”

“Good. That pleases me.”

I walked around the bed, grabbed a condom and lube and then I went to a drawer filled with toys I’d bought to use with her. I found the small training plug first and quickly dismissed it. I grabbed a glass plug instead. Smaller than two inches in thickness, it wasn’t anywhere near as large as me. It’d stretch her and prepare her, but not hurt her too much for her first time. The heavy glass would make it feel larger, enough to keep her on edge.

Items in hand, I turned back to the bed.

“You listened perfectly,” I said, tossing the condom onto the bed. Her eyes watched my movements, and she flinched when I flicked open the bottle of lube. I was scaring her intentionally, mostly because she got off on it. A bit of fear helped spike the adrenaline and would keep her warm while I worked her over. “Now. I want you to grab your ankles and pull your legs back so you’re in a wide-open ball.”

“Simon—”

“The correct words for you to use right now are ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘Yellow’.”

She fought against the fear stamped clear on her face and slowly wrapped her hands around her ankles.

“Good girl,” I praised and poured the lube onto my finger. When she was in position, I placed my finger against her puckered hole. Firm pressure but not breaching.

“Your pussy gets wet every time I press here,” I said, watching my movements and her reactions to them. “Have anything to say about that?”

“Feels good, sir. Still scared as hell, though.”

“I know. I like that you’re afraid and still trusting me.” I glanced at her, made the connection she needed. I bent down and licked her clit. Her thighs shook and she tried to arch up closer to me but I stepped back.

“Now, this will hurt less if you relax, take deep breaths and bear down when the pain gets intense.” I slowly slid my finger inside of her, stopping only when her abs tightened. “Relax, Little One.”

Twisting my finger, I opened her, and pushed my finger in all the way.

Her eyes were half-open, cloudy with desire. She was loving it. “How does it feel?”

“Full. Strange.”

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