Page 37 of Sub Mission

Another finger joined the first one and there was a sting of pain. I’d expected it. I’d done this before. No biggie. Just breathe and relax. Push out. Think about how good’t feel when he finally did me the favor of hitting that sweet spot again. He knew where it was. He could do it right goddamned then…if he wanted to. Instead, he just toyed with me. Wriggling his fingers and moving them in and out. When he did a scissor thing, I sucked in a hiss. I felt that one, for fucking sure.

“You okay, Sweet? Is it too much?”

Awww, I was Sweet when I had my ass spread and his fingers buried inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Just waiting on you to get your courage up, big man.”

That comment earned me a smack on the ass and a third finger. My hiss on digit number three was louder and followed by a softly muttered, “Fuck.”

He picked up the lube and squirted more around my hole. His fingers slipped out to gather up the slippery liquid and then plunged back in again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly. “The first day, when you walked into the conference room, I nearly came in my pants. You were so obediently submissive. Who would have thought you were hiding all that sass you keep zinging at me?”

His thick fingers started to feel at home in my ass. The burning, stinging sensation was slowly subsiding…turning into something else entirely. “I don’t think it was all I was hiding,” I answered, meaning it as a joke, but knowing on some level, it had to be true. It was the only plausible explanation for my obsession with Seth.

“Nah, you just took one look at my cock and knew you had to have it,” he quipped. “It happens all the time.”

Conversation was quickly moving toward being above my pay grade. Every thought, feeling, or sensation was quickly moving toward how fucking good it felt to have his fingers stuffed in my body. I was ready, I wanted that monster of his inside of me. Maybe he was right? Maybe I had taken to stalking his cock?

“Why don’t you go ahead and give it to me, then?” I asked. “I’m more than ready. Quit playing with me.” I tried for sounding bossy, but it may have come out much more like a whine.

“Don’t you worry, Tart. I’m going to give it to you…all night long. I plan on taking you in every position in the fucking book. But, you aren’t stretched enough yet. Anyway, I’m doing all the work. Take some initiative, and ride my fingers. I’ll be really still, and you just ride away.”

Oh, fuck. Now that would make me look like a dirty little whore. I was good with that. He needed to know I was more than capable of being stuffed by him. I rose up on my elbows, so I could have some leverage, and slowly started moving my ass forward and then back again. I felt every slide of his fingers inside of me, caressing my tight canal with a promise of more to come. Little by little, I felt more comfortable, the pleasure became even more intense, and before I knew it, I was bouncing faster and faster on his digits. Odd sounds tumbled from my mouth—sounds that should embarrass me and probably would later on, but not at the moment. While riding his fingers like he’d ordered, the noises, albeit close to whimpers, were deemed appropriate in my head.

When I shifted from my elbows to my hands, it tilted my hips in just the right position, and every time I moved, his fingers teased my prostate. The whimper sounds stopped, and a flood of words followed. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Yes. Mmmm. Oh. Fuck. Oh, God. Yes!” Stupid shit kept tumbling out but I rode his fingers like a fucking porn star.

His stomach was coated with my precum, but I didn’t give a fuckity fuck. It felt sogood. My balls drew up and I could feel an explosion of a lifetime about to take place, but just as my eyes rolled back in my head to enjoy the fireworks, Seth gripped my balls in a tight enough squeeze that it halted my liftoff.

“What the fuck? Ouch! Stop squeezing so hard, you maniac. Those babies are delicate.”

“You were about to come,” he answered. “I’m not ready for that yet.” His fingers popped out of my ass with an embarrassing squelching sound as he reached for a condom and the lube bottle again. I watched him work the condom down his length and then squirt nearly the entire bottle of lube onto his cock. Entranced by the vision right in front of me, I couldn’t look away…nor could I stop myself from thinking that logistically, what we were about to do simply didn’t look feasible. I mean, I knew it would fit…I just didn’t know how.

His hold on my balls hadn’t loosened in the least. Between that and staring at his nine inches of thick weaponry, my poor cock, which had a mind of its own, started thinking maybe this wasn’t such a fantastic idea after all. My mind told it to shut the fuck up. I was doing this, and I was doing it because I couldn’t go through another day of sexual frustration. I couldn’t have a single thought or look at an item that didn’t have a way of making me think of Seth fucking my ass.

“Scoot up a little, babe,” he said as he patted my ass and moaned, “Oh, fuck, your hole is beautiful. It’s still open right now, stretched wide from my fingers. I need to make sure I use a speculum sometime real soon.”

Speculum, my ass. I didn’t need him peering inside of me…unless he wanted to, of course. Jeezus, I’d do anything he asked.

Still confident, I scooted up like he’d instructed. There was no doubt in my mind that I could do this. Guys did this every day. I enjoyed pain. What was there to worry about? I’d go slow…everything would be fine.

Famous last fucking words. Fifteen minutes later, I’d managed, with much more effort on my part than I’d ever anticipated, and a hell of a lot more cussing, to get the bulbous head of his cock inside of me. That was it. Not a goddamned inch more. I’d been hiking one time when I was a kid and we’d all gotten that hare-brained idea to climb a huge fucking rock—just by hanging and dangling. Stupid kid shit. I’d gotten half way up the rock, and then froze in fear. I couldn’t go the rest of the way up. I couldn’t climb back down. Fucking frozen. That was exactly how I felt with the tip of Seth’s cock in my ass.

He was breathing hard and struggling to keep his hips still. He said all the right things, telling me how good I was doing and how sexy I looked. Then telling me it was okay to stop, that there were plenty of other things we could do. Then…nothing. I was pretty sure he’d lost his ability to speak. He could only focus on not moving. Of course, that might have something to do with every damned time he moved just a fraction, like when he took a breath, I barked at him to lie the fuck still.

I’d hit the point to where my plan was to offer him all the money in my savings account to knock me out, go balls deep, and then when I woke up…voila! A slight tremble in his body, almost like a vibration, jerked me back to my incredibly harsh reality.

“Are you laughing at me?” I growled.

“No, of course not,” he answered quickly. After another second, he said, “Yes. Yes, I’m laughing. I’m sorry, Sweet Tart, but when it’s all over, you’ll be able to laugh about it, too. Let’s call this a night on anal sex and have some sixty-nine fun. You’ve gotten tense on me and trust me when I say, it ain’t gonna work unless you’re relaxed. It’s okay, babe. I’ll make sure you have a night of multiple orgasms.”

Well, shit. I was a lot of things, but a quitter wasn’t one of them. “Move and die,” I warned him. Of course, Seth wasn’t a quitter either—he’d been hard the entire time and didn’t seem to be softening up at all. My dick, on the other hand, had taken on a somewhat wilted appearance. Sticking my hand behind me, I demanded, sounding a lot like a doctor in an ER room, “Lube!”

“Come on, babe. You’re killing me,” he moaned but squirted what was left of the lube onto my palm.

“Don’t you dare act like you’re on the losing end of this…stick,” I argued as I massaged the lube onto my softened cock. I knew what I liked and within minutes, my focus was back where it needed to be—my pleasure. After a few seconds, Seth saw what I was doing and urged me on with the dirtiest, most wicked details I’d ever heard. He described how sexy my ass looked, my cock looked, and every other beautiful inch of me—his words, not mine.

I leaned over and braced myself on one arm and stroked my cock with the other. Up and down, with a twist at the top. I was just getting into the swing of things when I felt one of his hands begin to play with my balls. He tested the weight of each, rolled them around, and then used a finger to push against my taint. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body as, between the two of us, each of my erogenous spots were teased and tormented.

“Brace yourself with your knees and use that hand to play with your nipples,” he urged. “I know you love twisting and pinching them. Do it, babe. Do it and let me hear how much you love it.”

Carefully, I lifted my weight from my arm, balanced myself, and did as he’d suggested. My nipples were sensitive. Within minutes, my moans echoed around the room. It all felt so good. The pleasure too perfect. My hips rocked into my fist as I fucked my own hand. Seth kept up his good work on my balls and taint.

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