Page 81 of His to Take

“Your bottom is absolutely gorgeous when it’s been paddled such a bright red, my naughty girl,” he said. Out of the side of my eye, I saw him stand up from the couch so that he could walk over to me. Every step seemed to echo around me, and I chewed my lip, nervous and excited that the spanking was over and now I would feel him deep inside me.

I needed his cock now more than ever.

His fingers dragged through the wetness that had dripped down my thighs.

“You need to come for me, don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I begged.

“You should know that you’re not going to come for me like a good girl, my little wife,” he warned.

A choked cry escaped me as my heart skipped a beat. I knew what he meant, but I had hoped that he would grant me mercy after such a hard paddling.

“Sir?”

On the nightstand was a bottle of clear liquid. He walked over to it, and I shifted anxiously as he returned to me.

I knew what was about to happen, but my brain refused to accept it.

He stood behind me and I spread my feet a bit wider and arched my back, hoping to distract him with my pussy so that he would decide to fuck me there instead of somewhere else.

Shame nearly overwhelmed me when he spread open my bottom cheeks and just paused. I knew he was looking at my anus and I wanted to hide.

“Wait. You can’t mean to…”

A cool liquid dribbled onto my bottom hole, and my panic brewed anew, making me mewl in fear.

“Shhh. It’s just lubricant,” he explained gently, and I tried to relax and think of something that might convince him not to take me there.

My words died on my tongue as he circled my bottom hole with the pad of one finger. He spread the lubricant all around it before pressing his fingertip firmly against it. I wanted to fight him, but my body wasn’t listening, especially when I looked up to see that he’d placed the awful brush that had spanked me hard enough to cry right in front of me on the bed. A single fingertip breached the tight band of muscle and I cried out.

It hurt.

I whined as burning pain radiated deep in my bottom, surging up and down my spine.

I wanted to hate it. I wanted to tell him not to take me there, but an even bigger part of me wanted him to do it, needed him to punish me in such a shameful way.

To take my final virginity once and for all.

He pressed that finger all the way to the hilt. Then one became two, stretching me open a bit wider and I hissed. My muscles tensed and the pain became fiercer until my body adjusted to it.

I don’t know why, but my arousal spiked with a vengeance. Soon, I found my hips rising to meet each thrust of his fingers. My clit pulsed and my core started to twist with growing need. He poured lubricant in his palm and then the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock met my ears.

I gasped, knowing what was coming.

“You were a very, very bad girl, weren’t you, my little bride?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed.

“Very bad girls get their tightest hole fucked,” he warned.

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of me. He grasped my hips and jerked me up roughly, putting my freshly stretched bottom hole on complete display. When I felt his cock between my cheeks, I sucked in an anxious breath.

He was so hard, maybe harder than he had ever been.

His cock was also much bigger than his fingers and I tried to push up off the bed before this could get that far. He pushed me back down with a hand pressed between my shoulder blades.

“You’re not going to fit! You’re too big!” I squealed. He slapped my left cheek hard, and I stilled at once, whimpering softly as the hot sting spread for a moment.

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