Page 100 of Take the Sub and Run

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, only to whimper as a far larger object pressed against her.

“Relax, Angel.”

“It feels too big.”

“It’s not. You can take it for me, can’t you.”

Her mind was willing, but it took a minute for her to convince her body to relax. He was applying more pressure than he had with the others, so when her muscles finally yielded, it entered her fast and deep. She yelped, her anus fluttering around the intruder for a moment.

“I’ll give you a moment to get used to that.”

The fingers of one hand stayed splayed across her ass as his thumb kept pressure on the base of the dilator. There was sound behind her, but it was muffled, thanks to the way her heartbeat thudded in her ears.

She hadn't identified that one of the sounds she heard was a condom packet being opened until she felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing against her clit.

“I want you to take both.” His voice was low and dangerous. The auditorial equivalent of seeing the glint of a Jaguar's eyes in the night-dark jungle.

“Yes, please yes. I need you in me.”

“I'll fuck you as long as you keep taking the dilators like a good girl.”

His cock slid from her clit up to her entrance. He settled the head in place, then slowly began to work his cock into her.

She wasn't sure if it was the position or the dilator that made it feel so tight.

“Gentle, Angel,” he charted as she tried and failed to wiggle her hips. “You’re tight, but I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy.”

That assurance that her body’s tightness would not prevent him from using her, allowed her to settle down. The burning heat in her nipples had faded to a throbbing warmth that was almost indistinguishable from the drumming beat of her own heart.

Little by little, he worked his cock into her, stopping once to pull out and apply lube that felt shockingly cold when he slid back into her.

When he was fully seated with his cock deep in her pussy, his belly applying pressure to the base of the dilator so it too was fully inserted, they both groaned.

Andrei pulled back, then started to thrust with small, hard pushes. Pleasure rippled through her in time with his thrusts, and she pulled against her restraints just to increase the feeling of restriction.

Andrei pulled out and she made a noise of protest.

“Time for the next size.”

Though it was larger, it was easier for her to take this one. Her arousal was so acute that her body was like soft wax in his hands, ready to be molded and accept whatever he wanted to do to her.

She breathed through the feeling of the thick dilator sliding deep into her, then let out a groan as he reinserted his cock.

Now, his thrusts were slow and deep, his hips thumping against her ass. Again, she floated, spaced out on pleasure and submission.

“Last one. You’ll feel the stretch, but your sweet little ass is made to take it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She whimpered through the insertion of the final dilator, and he stroked her ass and thigh until her breathing evened out once more.

Then he started to fuck her with it.

He pulled the dilator all the way out and then forced it in again in one long push, not pausing to let her adjust to just the tip. Sofie's head lifted in a shocked shriek as sensation that she couldn't define as either pleasure or pain rolled through her.

Andrei's voice sounded ragged as his other hand moved to her pussy, thumb rolling her clit as he continued to relentlessly fuck her ass.

“Someday you'll call me master,” he growled, so low she almost didn’t hear him. “You'll wear my collar.”

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