“Yes.”
He cleared his throat.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” If there was a sarcastic snap to her tone, he decided to ignore it this once.
He pressed one finger against her asshole, then waited until she relaxed slightly before pushing his way inside her. His finger popped past the tight muscle and she clenched around him. Duncan held back a groan, his cock twitching as he imagined her clenching around his dick, pulsating with pleasure as he pushed his way in deeper.
“Easy, sugar. Let me in.” He ran his free hand over her back, trying to relax her as he continued to slowly drive his finger inside.
With his free hand, he cupped her mound, feeling her heat against him. He rubbed his hand back and forth, pressing against her clit as she sighed, wiggling against him.
He stilled. “No moving, sugar.”
She froze. “Sorry, Sir.”
Duncan pulled his finger free, then twisted his middle finger and forefinger together before pushing them into her asshole. Resistance was tight.
“Have you had anyone else inside this ass, Laken?” he asked with a growl. He was feeling terribly possessive. He was reclaiming her, making her his once again—the way she always should have been.
He twisted his fingers inside her, then slapped her pussy. She cried out in shock, almost letting go of her ass.
“Answer me.”
“No, Sir… no one but you.”
A surge of satisfaction drove through him. “Good girl.”
She stiffened at his words, growing completely rigid. Shit, he had to get her past this. Once those words would have filled her with joy; she would have taken it as her due praise for pleasing him. Now they brought fear. He couldn’t have that.
“Who are you with, Laken?” he crooned.
“Duncan,” she answered.
“Where are my fingers, Laken?”
“I-in my ass. Sir.” He heard a small bite to her voice. Knew how she hated it when he made her talk about what he was doing to her.
“And how does it feel, little girl? Do you like it?”
“You know I do,” she snapped.
He pinched her clit in retaliation. She shuddered, groaning with delight.
“It turns me on, Sir. It makes me hot.”
“Damn straight it does.” He pulled his fingers apart a little, stretching her as he flicked her clit with his free hand.
Up, down. Round and round until he knew she was close, could hear the way her breathing grew ragged and low whimpers came from deep in her chest.
He stopped, pulling back from her.
“No,” she cried out. “I was so close, damn you!”
He gave her two hard pops on the butt. “No swearing at me,” he told her sternly. “Stand up.”
Standing, he watched her carefully to make sure she wasn’t dizzy as she stood. She stared at him warily. He stared at her for a long moment.
“Now, what to do with that naughty mouth of yours.”