Page 82 of His to Take

“Do I need to use the hairbrush again?”

“No, sir,” I cried. One lesson with it had been more than enough for me.

“I know what you can take, my little wife. Now be an obedient girl for me,” he replied firmly. His hips angled forward, and the head of his cock brushed against my asshole.

When he started pushing that slickened head against my bottom hole, my body began to revolt. The muscles of my ass clenched around him, but it only served to steady his position as he slowly pressed into me. I tightened the muscles of my ass and tensed, but nothing I did would prevent his invasion of my ass. My body wasn’t going to be able to stop this.

I paled when the first stab of pain arced through me.

His cock was so much bigger than his fingers. It stretched me so much wider.

The cruel, delicious agony compounded on itself, growing more intense as he forced the entire head of his cock inside my asshole. I cried out and begged and clutched at the sheets beneath me, but none of it stopped him.

His taking of my ass was about forcing my surrender. It was a punishment that would be far more shameful than anything else.

It would be this moment that I would remember above everything else.

Not the hand spanking or being put over his knee or even the terrible sting of the hairbrush that had brought me to tears.

No. It would be the moment his cock penetrated my already burning bottom while I screamed, the moment I realized thatthis was how bad little girls were punished, the moment I realized that a very shameful part of me needed to be taken this way.

Without a doubt, I would come with his cock imbedded in my ass.

He wanted the ultimate surrender, and he was going to take it.

With every inch of his huge cock that slid relentlessly into me, I felt my body involuntarily give way. The deeper he sank into me, the more I struggled until at long last, his hips were flush against my burning backside.

A high keening note issued from my throat as I writhed under his inescapable control. It felt so wrong to have him inside my tightest, most private hole like this, but my clit was throbbing harder than ever before.

He kept still and my muscles tensed around him, over and over again.

“You’re nervous, little girl,” he observed.

“Yes, sir.” I gasped, spasming again. He groaned and drew his cock, slowly, all the way out of my asshole. Then he made me suffer all over again the hot pain and humiliation of starting over, pushing the fat head of his cock back into my tight, tiny hole and forcing his entire length back inside again. Once his hips were pressed against my cheeks again, he brought his left hand down on my flank sharply, three times, making me yelp in surprise. Then he began to pump slowly, forcing me to feel every thick, iron inch as he slid in and out of my asshole. My pussy tightened reflexively, empty and jealous.

“You’re right to be, my bad girl. I’m going to punish you with my cock,” he said darkly, slowly moving his hips a bit faster than before.

With the same hands that had defended my life last night and spanked me to tears this morning, he took hold of my hips and yanked me backwards, holding me where he wanted me as he began to fuck me steadily. I heard myself panting as I fought to deal with the pain. After a few minutes, he shifted me just enough so that he could slip one hand beneath me. He started teasing my clit so lightly that I shuddered as a jolt of pleasure shot straight through me, igniting my nipples and the depths of my core.

“Please, sir,” I begged, gasping.

My need had grown to terrifying levels. I could not, for the life of me, keep it under control. Droplets of slick arousal rolled down my thighs, one after the other in a shameful display that exposed just how much it turned me on to be taken by him like this.

Ryker was even more perfect than I could have ever hoped for.

“You may come as many times as you like, but this isn’t going to end until my seed marks the deepest parts of this pretty little hole.”

A tiny gasp escaped me just as he entirely pulled free of me again. Then, without hesitation, he slammed back inside to the hilt, and my first punishment fucking began.

With every thrust, a spasm of agony spiked deep through my bottom, cascading up and down my spine. My asshole tensed, squeezing around his cock. Nothing I did made him slow down. If anything, the pace only increased. His fingers taunted my clit,pressing down more firmly and making it harder for me to fight the need growing inside me.

When I cried out, he groaned in pleasure.

When I screamed in climax for the first time, he roared and fucked me harder.

He was enjoying this.

That first orgasm hit me like a freight train. Coming from seemingly out of nowhere, I wasn’t prepared for the sheer agonizing intensity of it. I screamed and writhed beneath him, arching my back and taking him deeper inside my ass.

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