Stealing Beauty (Stolen 1)

His fingers explored lower, tracing the seam of my sex before coming back up to my clit. He began to stroke me, petting my pussy with the same obsession he displayed when he ran his fingers through my hair. Rather than soothing and relaxing me, this rhythm drove me to a frenzy, making desire coil low in my belly.

I rocked into his hand with a whine, and his palm suddenly pressed against my clit as he drove two fingers inside my aching channel. I cried out, forced up onto my toes by his harsh grip on my most intimate area. His fingertips rubbed the special spot at the front of my inner walls, and bliss sang through my veins.

I closed my eyes, my head dropping back as I surrendered to the wash of pleasure.

Something hard and wet slipped between my ass cheeks, coming to rest against my puckered bud. I yelped, my eyes flying open as I tried to jerk away. Adrián’s grip firmed on my pussy, trapping me in place as he applied pressure. The strange object he’d coated with the slick liquid penetrated me. This felt different from his finger in my bottom. This stretched me, burning as he pressed it inside me.

“Please,” I whimpered, a hot wave of shame rolling through me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. My core contracted around his fingers, and my wet arousal coated his palm. He pushed deeper, forcing the thing into my tight channel. I twisted against the cuffs and tried to push the unyielding object out.

He kissed my cheek. “We have to get you ready to take my cock in your ass,” he explained, as though this was completely natural.

My inner muscles fluttered around his fingers at the thought of him taking me in the most taboo way, but my mind couldn’t accept it.

“This is wrong, Adrián,” I protested, panting as he began to pump the toy in and out of me, pushing in a little farther with each pass. At the same time, he rubbed my clit and the special place inside my pussy. A strangled sound left my chest as a rush of ecstasy mingled with the burning sensation in my asshole.

He nuzzled my cheek, his stubble lightly scratching my sensitized skin. “Nothing between us is wrong,” he murmured. “Relax. Just a little bit more. You can take it.”

“Adrián…” I moaned his name, torn between embarrassment, discomfort, and bliss. The conflicting feelings threaded through my mind, blotting out my thoughts. All that existed was the sadistic man I loved and the wicked things he was doing to my helpless body.

“Are you going to come for me, conejita?” he asked, the darkly sensual question rumbling across my neck. He nipped at my ear. “Are you going to come while I fill your virgin ass? I’m going to train you to love this.” He pressed harder on my g-spot, touching me with something close to violence as he rotated his palm against my clit. “You’ll orgasm with my cock in your ass. You’ll get wet at just the thought of me fucking your tight little hole.” His low, arrogant laugh was almost cruel. “You’re creaming all over my hand right now. Don’t fight it. Submit.”

I didn’t have a choice. I’d never been able to resist Adrián. I surrendered on his command, ruthless pleasure clawing through my system as the toy sank deep inside me. The widest part penetrated me, and I screamed out my ecstasy. The object narrowed at the base, and although my muscles danced and contracted around the burning intrusion, I couldn’t find relief from the nearly overwhelming pressure inside me.

Adrián stroked my pussy, drawing out the last drops of my bliss. I shuddered and sagged, his grip on my sex holding me upright.

His lips trailed down the column of my throat. “Good girl,” he praised.

I drew in sharp, shallow breaths, my body still struggling to push the toy out.

“Please,” I begged. “It’s too much.”

“You’ll get used to it,” he told me, unconcerned by my discomfort. If anything, he sounded calmer, more content. His hands were worshipful as he ran them over my torso, tracing the curve of my hips and breasts. He plucked at my nipples, pinching and massaging until they tightened once again. I began to relax, falling into the pleasure of his masterful touch. I blew out a shuddering sigh, and my contracting muscles eased around the toy that stretched me, accepting the intrusion.

One of his big hands slid behind my back, trailing over my ass before pressing on the toy, pulsing it gently. Forbidden, unknown nerve endings crackled to life, lighting up my body with sinful pleasure. My lashes fluttered, my eyes threatening to roll back at the rush of sensation.

“No, conejita,” he rebuked, removing his hand. “You aren’t allowed to come again until my cock is inside your pretty pussy. You’re going to be so tight with that plug in your ass.”