Page 86 of Breaking Lucia

I finger her until she’s right on the edge then push her over, watching her body quiver and arch as her release overtakes her. I’m right there, kissing her shoulder, kissing her cheek, keeping up the touches until her body stills.

She lets out a little whine, and I stop touching her clit to give her a break.

“All right, Princess, you ready?”

Lucia nods quickly, and I can’t help but grin at her.

“Squeeze tight,” I warn her. “You really don’t want to make a mess.” Neither of us wants her to.

I help her to her feet and to the toilet, then wait.

She looks up at me with wide, semi-terrified eyes. “You aren’t going to just stand there while I…”

“Of course I am,” I tell her. “What if something goes wrong?” Nothing’s going to go wrong, and we both know it, but I want her to feel the utter humiliation of being watched while she’s forced to do something so intimate.

“I… I can’t. Not with you here.”

“Oh, yes you can. Pull out that nozzle. Nature will do the rest.” My grin only widens at her mortified expression. “We can always do it again to make sure you’re nice and clean…”

At that, she reaches down and tugs the nozzle out. In seconds, her body releases what it’s been holding, and she sobs. I stroke her cheek, kissing her forehead, as we sit there until her bowels are fully cleaned out.

After I flush for her, I start cleaning up from the enema kit, leaving it to dry. “We might need this later,” I tell her, cheerfully, only to watch her blanch. “Now come on. Get in the shower and get clean. My cock can’t wait forever for you to be ready.”

She steps into the tub, and I turn the water on, blasting her immediately. She makes a startled noise when the cold water hits her, but I don’t want to wait for it to warm up. While she shivers, I soap up a washcloth and run it along the insides of her sides, then clean her pussy and hole. She keeps her eyes shut the entire time.

By the time the water has warmed up, I’m finished cleaning her. I pull her out and hurriedly wipe her down, already ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bed—and why not? I do just that, handling her like she’s a rag doll as I head for the bed.

I lay her down gently enough, and my hands smooth along her pale skin. It would probably be easier on her if I took her from behind, but that would spoil the fun entirely. I want to see her, to watch her facial reactions, to hear those tiny sounds that might otherwise be lost as skin slaps skin.

I strip, tossing my briefs into the laundry basket, and give my cock a nice, slow stroke. Lucia’s eyes follow my movement, and the fear is palpable.

“Can’t we… work up to it?” Lucia asks quietly.

“Work up to it?” I thumb the head of my cock, smearing the precum.

“Just toys today. So I get used to it. I want to make it good for you, I do, but—”

I chuckle in amusement. “Nah. I want to feel your virgin ass. Have you squeezing around me, tighter than your loose, sloppy cunt?” Not that it’s actually loose, but she flinches at the insult anyway.

“I’m not—”

“You are,” I repeat. “Stop pretending you aren’t a slut. And you’re definitely getting my cock in your ass today. Every single inch.”

She looks down at my dick, and I preen, letting her see it in its entirety. I know it’s glorious to look at and touch—intimidating to some, but that’s part of the appeal. I like seeing the apprehension in her gaze. She might’ve taken some massive dicks in her cunt—mine included—but I’m so pumped about being the first one to take her ass. Start her off with something big and satisfying, and she’ll never want anyone else there again.

There’s a pump bottle of lube on the nightstand, and I reluctantly remove my hand from my cock to pump some of it onto my hand. “Grab your thighs, Princess, and spread yourself nice and wide for me.”

She hesitates for a few seconds, then obeys, putting herself on display for me. I realize I’ve seen her like this before, but it’s still a glorious sight, beckoning me. I love the slight wave in her folds and the darker color of the skin down here.

Since I’m not a total dick—only mostly—I spend a few moments warming the lube before getting onto the bed between her legs. I let my knuckles drag over her pussy before I push against her asshole, letting some of the lube drip over it. It resists my initial attempts to slide a finger in, and that makes my cock twitch hard. I can already imagine how tight she’s going to be.

“You have to relax, Princess, or it’ll be harder on you.”

She gives me a look, like me asking her to relax is an impossible thing, but I only shrug. She does need to relax. I’m going in one way or another, but I’m being considerate enough to want her to enjoy it too. I just hope for her sake she’s not one of those women who hates anal.

Lucia tries to relax, though, forcing her body to soften until she’s more languid and easier to manipulate. I push my lubed-up finger in, and she makes a soft sound of distress. If she thinks this is bad, she’s definitely going to be crying when my dick goes in.

I can’t help but grin. I’ll make sure she isn’t going to hurt too much, partially because I don’t want my own cock rubbed raw, but I do love the sight of her tears…

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