Page 119 of Haze

His fingers move faster, taking me hard.

“Ow ow owww!” Tears form in my eyes.

“You’re doing so good, Kathleen. Such a good girl, taking my fingers.”

Finn’s praise doesn’t soothe my pain, but it does encourage me to stay steady for him.

A third finger presses forward, and I clench. The thought of how much it’ll hurt does not go well.

“Please, no more. Please.”

“I don’t hear your safeword, faolan. Don’t think I’ll take it easy on you.” A dark laugh laces his promise.

Without my safeword, all my pleas serve to do is encourage Finn. I know it, he knows it, and the pain setting my body on edge knows it.

Applying more lube, Finn goes back to pressing all three fingers inside me.

“Please, Finn, no.” I don’t expect begging to work.

It doesn’t.

“Oh, you can take it, faolan. More importantly, you will take it.” Finn’s voice comes with a grumble of approval. “You want to be my good girl and take it.”

Anything to not use my safeword. I refuse. Especially with praise like that.

A whine slips from me, and I don’t know how loud it is. I fist my bedsheet easily in my fingers, the soft texture the only soothing contrast to the pain.

I pant and blink heavy wet tears from my eyes, but my vision doesn’t clear.

His hand abandons my braid, letting my head settle back down against my forearm.

Well practiced, Finn finds my clit, working the sensitive nub with his fingers.

Pain meets pleasure, whines turn to a moan, and my body relaxes. With his fingers on my clit, Finn continues his forceful takeover of my ass.

I’m crying from the pain. “Please, Finn. Please, no more.”

His fingers work my clit more dutifully, and my attention is torn between the pain and pleasure.

“Come for me, Kathleen,” Finn instructs.

As if there were no choice in the matter, my body follows his command. The thrusting of his fingers into my ass is overruled by the expert touch on my clit. I scream through it. The pleasure washes over me in long, hard chills, my toes curl with it, and I’m panting with each twinge as they jolt through my pussy.

The subsiding orgasm leaves my body relaxed. Finn’s three fingers fuck my ass without problem. I can feel his hand pushing hard and fast.

I gasp from the intensity, but it’s no longer painful.

“I think you’re ready for my cock now, faolan,” Finn pants with the telltale of his arousal.

My only response is a meager whimper.

His fingers are still in my ass when something slides between my folds. It’s not the warmth of his cock.

“Ohhh fuck.” I wiggle my toes, reveling in the idea of double penetration as part of being fucked in the ass for the first time.

This is a dream come true. A filthy, painful, arousing dream, and I’m not ready to admit how good he is as a partner for me. But... fuck is he a good partner for me.

The dildo is on the smaller side of my collection. As it sinks to the depths, Finn slides his fingers from my ass. His warmth behind me dissipates. After footsteps pad across the floor, I hear the sink run before quicker steps return.

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