I don’t make it quickly enough. I’m still pushing myself up when he returns with what looks like a plain briefcase. He sets it down on the bed and snaps it open.
“Ronan, take off this binding!” I demand desperately. “Take it off please.”
“We’re not done yet. You know that. It’s time to make sure you have a lasting impression. That you really understand. And it’s your ass that’s going to make you. Every time it aches, every time you shift in your seat because you’re sore, you’ll remember. Since that tight little pussy of yours was unused, I’m guessing your other hole might be too. That’s about to change.”
My eyes widen. “Ronan, stop messing around! That isn’t funny—let me out of this binding! Right now… I don’t… I don’t want to do this anymore!”
“You’ll enjoy it more than you’ll admit, princess.” His fingers find my pussy again, my lips now slick with my arousal. “Your pussy’s nice and wet. Bet you’d like me to fuck you again. But you don’t deserve my cock. Not right now.”
A frustrated cry bubbles up inside me as he’s busy flipping the cap of a clear bottle he’s pulled out of the briefcase. The plastic bottle crinkles as he squeezes it and squirts icy cool liquid onto my bare ass.
Lube.
He’s squirting me with lube to prepare for…
A shudder racks through my body. I bury my face back into the duvet and urge myself to think of something to say. Something to get him to see reason and stop this punishment.
But it’s useless as he coats my round ass in the slick lube and then rubs it into my supple skin with his rough hands. It becomes a massage that… sort of feels good.
Especially after all the smarting, burning pain.
I have to clamp my mouth shut to keep from moaning. Actively block out the thoughts about how much I like his hands on me.
Ronan massages my ass and then returns to my pussy, slicking his two fingers back inside me. His thumb presses against my clit. He pleasures me like this, taunting and teasing, when we both know this isn’t about my pleasure.
This is about teaching me a lesson. This is about his dominance.
His fingers vanish again, and the mattress shakes with his added weight. He’s climbed on, kneeling behind me as he sets down the lube and grabs something else.
It only takes me another second to realize what it is.
A small, bejeweled anal plug.
Maybe the tiniest one I’ve ever seen. He’s slicked that with lube too and takes it in hand as he kneels behind me.
“This is gonna take some work,” he prefaces. “Your tight little asshole has never been penetrated… and it’s gonna be intense as this enters you. But it’s small. It’s for beginners. It’s a good thing I’m kind enough to use lube, isn’t it, princess?”
“Ronan! Stop right… don’t you… ah!”
I jerk against the sudden pressure at my asshole. It’s the first real time I’m ever feeling something trying to penetrate that hole rather than exit. The sensation is so foreign, tension cinches my entire body.
I’m left locking up against him as he pushes more insistently, and I realize it’s not the plug just yet. It’s his fingers. His fingers pushing against the tiny hole, trying to slide inside thanks to all the lube he’s drenched me with.
It’s not easy. It’s not quick.
I cry out and tense up even more as he pins me to the mattress and works a finger inside me. He gets me to spread enough for the first digit and eventually the second. Twisting and jerking, he works them into me, adding more cool, slick lube and making my body arch at the intrusion.
“So fucking tight, princess,” he growls. “So fucking untouched. Just like that pussy.”
I squeeze shut my eyes and try to tune out his taunting dirty talk. But it doesn’t work—his words penetrate me like his fingers do, awakening a dark, dirty side I didn’t even know I had. Deep and forbidden desires that stir inside me and flush my brown skin.
Suddenly, as two of his fingers are knuckle deep inside my ass, I’m panting. I’m secretly wantingmore.
All while rationally I know this is wrong. I’m angry with him. I’m furious he’s bound me like this and put me in such a position.
None of it makes any sense. None of it should be happening.
But as he slides his fingers in and out of my tight, achy hole, I grit my teeth and realize there’s a lit fire in my belly.