When he lines himself up with my opening I can’t help the involuntary clench of my sphincter. He soothes me out of it, shushing and stroking until my body obeys me and my dread of the first push forwards turns to acceptance.
‘Oh!’ I yelp and shut my eyes, trying to process the feeling of having my arsehole stretched and filled.
‘Hey, hey, open them. I need to see you.’
His insistence on this makes me want to resist and misbehave, but he holds himself perfectly still until I do as he asks and glare at him through lowered lashes.
‘This is hurting you now?’
‘Not really. I don’t know. It’s weird.’
‘I push some more?’
I nod my head and turn it to the side, acutely coy. His forward motion rips through me and I can’t help but cry out and try to expel the invader. He holds me firm.
‘This pain is soon over, I promise.’
‘It’s OK, you can go on, I just … my body does things I don’t ask it to.’
I can’t work out whether I want him to continue penetrating me or not. I just can’t seem to fix the cost/benefit analysis in place. It hurts, but it’s hot. I love the idea of being taken like this, but the reality is a little bit raw. My brain wants him in me, but my arsehole – not so much.
I breathe through the momentary panic, then he eases slowly onwards. The spasm of revulsion my body went through passes, and the pain, so hot and sharp at first, evens out to a manageable throb.
I start to like it.
But I still don’t want to look at him, except from the extreme corner of my eye.
At last he is there, all the way in. I feel distended and full to bursting, my stomach a little crampy, but the knowledge of what I have let him do to me is intoxicating and I want to float away on a wave of submission.
‘I am in your ass,’ he says, somewhat unnecessarily. Does he think I haven’t noticed? He’s clearly only saying it so he gets to use that victorious tone. ‘I like it here. What about you?’
‘I feel so full,’ I whisper.
‘Yeah, you are. Full of my cock. In your ass.’ I do know that, Dimitri. ‘Now, look at me in the eye.’
‘I can’t.’
He does something with his hips, and I feel an extra little jab inside my darkest, deepest passage. ‘You can.’
I do it. The enormous intimacy of the moment almost undoes me. He bends and stretches to kiss me, a feathery, gentle thing that he holds for as long as it takes me to fight back the tears.
‘OK,’ he whispers, moving slowly back to a straight posture. ‘Now you watch me while I fuck your ass, yes?’
‘Yes, sir,’ I sigh. I am at the point of no return. I can’t let this end now.
He starts slowly, making me feel every millimetre of his cock as it drags itself back then returns to my tight embrace. It is such a large sensation, it completely engulfs me. I can’t possibly think of anything else while I’m being buggered except the fact of buggery. The hot, sweet, dirty truth of it. The stretch of advance, the clench of retreat, the constant sting, the intense feeling of occupation.
My vision smudges around the edges, blurring his face. I watch his lower abdomen and pelvis rush to meet me then pull back, forwards, back. I can’t see his cock, but I can certainly feel it, and I can see him let go of my hip with one of his hands and move it to my clit.
‘Oh!’
He looks like the devil, grinning through the sweat, taking his moment of triumph and drawing it out indefinitely.
I am finished, defeated, taken, mastered. It takes no more than a cursory rub of my button to make my passage tighten and spasm around his cock – I feel the quake as a series of strong vibrations, tearing through me from the back to the front. My vagina, unoccupied, ripples in sympathy as if begging for a cock of its own.
Dimitri yells, ‘Yes!’ and shoves himself in and out with less ceremony, his thrusts hard and almost brutal. ‘You come with me in your ass, baby! Now I give you it.’
His speed makes me writhe and kick, but he doesn’t let up.