Page 104 of A Lesson In Beginning

With my hand spread over the glass, he pulled my hips backwards until I stood pressed against him. He lightly bumped his foot against the inside of each of my ankles, asking me wordlessly to spread my legs wide. I was bent over, prone and vulnerable, and yet not a single insecure thought entered my sex-addled mind.

“Tell me a fantasy.”

“What?” I rasped, confused by his words.

“You heard me. Tell me something that turns you on. Something you’ve never done before.” I racked my brain, trying to search through my pleasure-soaked thoughts to find something I had thought of but had never tried before. There were so many things, and yet nothing sprang to mind.

“I don’t know, Sir.” His hand ran down the length of my spine, caressing over the swell of my ass like it was his most prized possession. Perhaps it was.

“You’ll have to do better than that, wildfire, or I’ll stop touching you.”

“I want to ride you.” The words were past my lips before I could truly think about them, yet the truth remained.

“Now, that sounds delicious. Tell me what turns you on about that.” His hands cupped my ass, playing until he pulled them apart. I squeaked, pulling away from him, but he simply tugged me back to where he had placed me. “Stay. Do not make me tell you again.”

“I like to watch your face as you find — Oh, God!” I cried out as his finger brushed against my rosebud.

“Answer the question, wildfire.” His finger did not stop, teasing and circling around my back entrance, slickened with what had to be lubricant.

“I like to watch your face as you find pleasure in me, Sir. Fuck.” The curse fell from my lips in a whisper of shock as his finger penetrated a place no one had ever touched. Slowly and sensually, he teased me, toying with me as shivers ran down my back.

“I want to have you ride me, wildfire. I want to watch your tits bounce as I drive my cock up into you. I want to watch your eyes roll back in your head as you cum all over me.”

Something cold and hard touched against my back entrance as his fingers slid out of me.

“Relax for me, wildfire. Relax, and trust me.” I nodded my head, whimpering as the object began to slide inside of me. His fingers found their way to my clit, toying and tickling until I was right there again, on the brink of orgasm, the toy in my ass widening with every slow stroke as he seated it inside of me.

“Breathe. Breathe for me.” I took a deep breath, relaxing as the toy slid the rest of the way in; the stretch was so beautifully exquisite it pushed me right over the edge of orgasm. My pussy throbbed as my head fell back, crying out to the oblivious world below of the pleasure my Sir brought me.

Fingers moved away from my clit, leaving my mind reeling from the orgasm he had just given me. Moments later, they plunged inside of me, pressing right there, against that spot that I loved so much.

“That’s it, wildfire. Show me just how much you like having this plug in your ass.” His fingers slid in and out like a piston, faster and faster. His thumb constantly fiddled with the plug, moving it back and forth, teasing me with the delicious stretch it granted.

Pleasure pulsed through me, pushing and pulling at every emotion as the buildup began again. This time was different, as though something were pulling at the very core of my soul. His fingers worked over me without end, without pause, without care for anything other than maximizing my pleasure.

I stared through the frigid glass, my nipples brushing against the smooth, frosted texture with every push of his fingers, only heightening my pleasure that much more.

Suddenly, I was there, right on the precipice of something bigger, something stronger than ever before.

“I can’t. Please. Please, Sir.” I whimpered, begging for him to — well, I didn’t know what I was begging him for, but beg I did.

“Trust me, love. Trust me and let yourself fall.” His gruff voice, full of passion and need, drove me that last inch over the edge. Head thrown back, I came so hard I nearly lost my mind. Screams of pleasure tore from my already raw throat. Raspy and guttural, my desperate cries echoed through the room.

I should have worried about the people down below seeing us, but all my thoughts were focused solely on this, solely on him. My Sir.

“That’s it! Yes! Fuck me! Squirt for me, wildfire. Soak my fingers as I fuck you and play with this gorgeous ass.” He cried out words of praise, exalting me as I broke for him.

I had no time to catch my breath, the orgasm still ricocheting through my body as he removed his fingers, replacing them with the thick girth of his cock, throbbing and ready for me. There was no slow build up this time, no gentle beginnings. From the moment he slid home he began fucking me hard, pounding into me with such force it shoved my chest and cheek into the glass with every thrust. An almost animalistic wail tore from my chest as he took me, dominated me, and owned me. Never in my life had I been used so violently. And never in my life had I wanted to be used so desperately.

“Ahh! Yes, yes, yes… PLEASE… Sir! Fuck, YES!” I screamed nonsensically, my mind fully gone as he brought me to the brink of release and over, crashing into orgasmic bliss.

We came together as I pressed fully up against the glass, cold mixing with the heat of our passion. His hand gripped tightly into a fist in my hair, pulling it back roughly with every thrust. His fingers gripped my hip so tightly I was sure there would be bruises; bruises I would proudly wear as a badge of honor, a gift from my Sir.

As we came down together, his lips pressing kisses along my spine, he held me, gathering me into his arms. My legs wobbled so much, I was afraid I would not be able to stand. But Sir was already one step ahead, lifting me into his arms as though I weighed nothing at all and carrying me up the stairs to the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

I had never been in this room. Through my pleasure-hazed eyes, I saw the large bathtub, instantly wishing I could sink into a warm bath and be lulled to sleep by the water’s caress.

He set me down gently, kissing my temple as he carefully pulled the plug from my ass. I winced slightly, but he shushed me, kissing my lips with a featherlight touch.

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