Page 23 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Sophie, look at me.” She turned her head to obey and was met by kind eyes, full of need and understanding. “Was tonight the first time anyone has breached this perfect little hole?”

Her embarrassment flooded through her, and she felt her whole body flush with the emotion. Sure she must be bright red all over, she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Jack’s mouth twisted with an odd combination of excitement and disappointment. “Hmm, something to explore more thoroughly next time, then,” he said, his hint not at all subtle as he pushed his thumb harder against her. Not hard enough to violate the tight little pucker again but enough to make her gasp in panic that he might.

“There you go again, sir,” Sophie said, trying to breathe through her discomfort. “Making plans for the future with your ‘next times’ and—” She gasped as he poked at her again. “—your kinky ways.”

Jack’s chuckle floated around her, wrapped her in the warmth of his good humour. “I think you like my kinky ways.”

“What makes you say that?”

His chuckle deepened into something more sinister. “Because your pussy gets wetter every time I do this,” he said, pushing harder, the tip of his thumb stretching her arse open.

“Oh God.” Sophie groaned as the discomfort in her arse morphed into something less unsettling, something hot and… almost pleasurable. She swallowed hard and tried to focus. “Your point?” she asked, purely to be bratty.

A sharp slap fell across her arse, stinging her skin and jiggling her flesh, ringing another moan from her and another chuckle from Jack. “My point is, thenext timewe meet, I’m going to start training you to take my cock in your gorgeous virgin arse until you either beg for mercy or beg for more.” He punctuated his statement by pushing his thumb deeper inside her arsehole and making her moan again, his slow and deliberate invasion giving her body time to adjust, time to…enjoywas the wrong word, but begin toappreciatewhat he was doing to her. An act she never in a million years thought she’d ever agree to. “And I have a feeling I know which one you’ll choose.”

Slowly, he eased his thumb out of her, leaving her feeling empty, even as he pushed a third finger inside her pussy.

“No,” she cried out. Jack froze until she mumbled, “Could you, um… put it back? Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Sir. Please, sir.”

“Good girl,” he purred behind her and slowly pushed his thumb back in.

Sophie squirmed on his fingers as he alternated his thrusts, slowly sliding his thumb into her arse as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Driving her mad with wanting and a fierce need to come. But his measured movements wouldn’t allow her that release.

Eventually her arms collapsed beneath her, pressing her upper body flat against the bed and forcing her arse even higher into the air. Jack growled behind her, the sound one of approval and appreciation, and his pace quickened, his fingers sliding in and out of her body with a crazy sort of rhythm designed to drive her wild. And it did.

Especially when he spanked her again.

She had no idea how he was managing to alternate his thrusting digits while stinging her arse with his other hand, and she didn’t really care, but it was a talent she appreciated more and more as her belly tightened with heat and need and her pussy clenched around his fingers.

She was so close.

Jack’s voice was a rough rumble of masculinity behind her. “Don’t you dare come until I say so, Sophie. Understand?”

Biting her lip, she nodded frantically, her climax building and winding itself tighter within her. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

He made another sound of approval. “You really are such a good girl,” he said, spanking her harder with each word he uttered. “And good girls get rewarded.”

“Thank you, sir,” Sophie said, concentrating so hard on controlling her body’s response to Jack that she practically panted the words.

Concentrating so hard she almost missed the fact that he’d switched from spanking her arse to stroking her clit, circling the overly sensitised nub with such a sure, firm touch it was going to send her over the edge at any moment.

But then Jack whispered, “Come for me, baby,” and her whole world flew apart, only to reform and fly apart again as a second wave of bliss steamrolled over the first, leaving her a shaky, sobbing wreck, her hands fisted in the bedding so tightly her fingers ached with the effort and her brain so far gone to la-la land that she didn’t notice he had left the bed until he returned.

“On your back, angel,” he said, gently nudging her where she lay sprawled across the bed.

Sophie took a moment to gather her strength, then rolled onto her back, wincing slightly as her reddened arse cheeks scraped against the cotton bedding. Jack sat beside her with a damp washcloth in his hand.

“Spread your legs.”

Again, she did as he commanded, then closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as he gently washed between her thighs and dipped down to brush the soft cloth over her freshly abused arsehole.

When she opened her eyes again, she met his gaze and blushed at the intense desire she saw there. Jack had already rocked her world—twice—but she still craved his touch. Needed more of him to satisfy her own hunger. Of course, the fact that he had yet to fuck her could have had something to do with that. Maybe, also, the sight of his above-average cock still standing proud between his thighs might have had something to do with her libido refusing to back down.

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