Battleship (Anchored 2)

I hear him shift as he reaches for something, and then I hear the condom wrapper.

“I’m clean,” he tells me. “But we’ll use condoms for now and for as long as you’re comfortable.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, glad it won’t be an argument. I’m on the pill, and I know having a club membership means Thorn doesn’t have any STDs, but it’s always best to be safe and careful. I’m glad we’re both being level-headed in this situation.

My arms are still tied, and they’re starting to get a little tired, but the pain isn’t sharp. It’s more of an ache, and it moves through my body and settles in my groin. It’s an unusual feeling, but it’s not bad. It just makes me even more aware of each part of me.

Anytime Thorn touches me, my nerves seem to come alive even more than usual. Each time he presses his hands to my body, my skin seems to burn with excitement, with desire.

And then he presses his cock between my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

“I love it when you beg,” he says. “Some Doms don’t like that. Sometimes people play and they expect their partner to be silent, but I’ll never gag that pretty mouth of yours, kitten. Not if it means I get to hear your moans.”

“Master Thorn,” I whisper, and he slides inside of me, filling me. He gives me a minute to adjust to his size, and I’m glad, because it’s been awhile since I was with a man. I’m nervous I’ll be sore tomorrow, but somehow, it doesn’t matter.

Somehow, I bet even the soreness will be welcome.

Each time I move, I’ll remember the way he filled me.

Each step I take will be a reminder that Master Thorn played with me, and marked me, and enjoyed me.

Each bite of pain will be a reminder that he played with me, and that he showed me bravery is always rewarded.

Soon my reprieve is over, and Master Thorn begins to fuck me at his own pace. It’s demanding, and hard, and fast, and soon I find myself on the edge of an orgasm. I don’t usually come from sex, but somehow, it makes sense that I would with him.

I’m so close to coming, so close, but I need a little bit more.

I wiggle, wishing I could reach for my clit, and Master Thorn pulls my hair.

“You want to come, kitten? Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Then come for me.”

“I need you to rub my clit,” I whine. “Please.”

“No, I won’t be touching your clit,” he says. “I want you to come on my cock, beautiful. I want you to come without me rubbing your clit. Come just for me because it pleases me. Come because you want to squeeze my dick with that pretty pussy of yours.”

He keeps pulling my hair with one hand. His other hand finds my nipples and begins to pinch and pull.

Again, at first, the pain bothers me, but soon it, too, settles between my legs. I’m overwhelmed with so many different feelings and emotions and sensations that the orgasm sneaks up on me without me noticing. I cry out, clenching his cock. I groan, completely wrapped up in the waves of pleasure that are overtaking me.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he says, and then I feel him pressing at my asshole with his fingers.

“No,” I whisper. “You’re too big.”

“I’m not too big,” he says. He presses a finger inside of me, filling me. His cock is still in my pussy, and I feel very, very full. “Trust me, beautiful.”

“I trust you,” I whisper, and I do. He pulls away from me for a minute and I immediately miss him. I hear him opening something, and then he covers my backside in lube. He’s generous with it, and when he starts touching me again with his fingers, he uses more. I try to figure out exactly how many he’s putting inside of me, but it’s impossible to tell.

“How does that feel? Any pain?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt. I just feel full.”

“Good,” he murmurs, swatting my bottom a couple of times. “Now you’re going to feel even more full.”