‘Yes, sir.’
‘Poor Sarah. I’m making her wait. I might go and make myself a cup of tea, actually. Would you like one?’
I shook my head, miserably desperate for him to fuck me.
‘Please, sir,’ I wailed.
He laughed. ‘I’m a meanie, aren’t I? Sorry. I’ll tell you what. I’m going to put this inside you now.’
He pushed the vibrator, which was one of his longer and thicker versions, up into my stretching passage, filling me with its smooth silicone firmness until it was all the way there. A little attachment at its base covered my clit, meaning that I would be double-stimulated by the buzzing when he switched it on.
‘There, that’s part one,’ he said. ‘But we haven’t got to the main event yet. Push your bum right up, love, that’s it.’
I dug my heels into the mattress, bent my knees and presented my bottom to him, feeling the vibrator shift inside me as I did so.
He wetted his fingers with lube and massaged me between my cheeks, pushing gently but firmly ever further into his target, taking it slowly and thoroughly until I was expertly greased and ready to accept his cock up there.
He reassured me with low crooning words as he digitally penetrated my tightest hole, speaking to me as if I were a treasured pet he had to stroke and fuss through a nasty injection. In a way, that was quite apt.
‘Now then,’ he whispered. ‘Put your legs over my shoulders, love.’
He held my hips as I obeyed, straining my stomach muscles to get myself into the required position. Once I was up, vibrator even deeper inside me than before, my lubricated bottom hole lined up perfectly with the tip of his cock, which rested between my cheeks, ready for the big push forwards.
I tried to relax and persuade myself that it wouldn’t hurt. Even if it did I wouldn’t care. I wanted him inside me, taking everything, making me his in the dirtiest way possible.
‘Tell me you want it,’ he said, looking into my eyes with a kind of pity.
‘I want it,’ I said.
He reached between my legs to start the vibrations, then he edged his cock tip forwards, starting the slow and steady process of stretching me wide. The vibrator was both distracting and intensifying, making me focus on what I was feeling in my pussy as well as the first stinging sensation behind.
He watched me, forbidding me to close my eyes, as he slid inside by slow degrees.
‘Let me watch you while I’m getting inside your arse,’ he said. ‘Let me see your face. Oh, does it hurt? You look a little bit scared, love.’ He pushed again. ‘That hurts, doesn’t it?’
I nodded, screwing up my face.
‘But you’ll take it. Fuck. This feels … I could … live here.’
He pushed further. I felt the peak of the discomfort, cried out briefly, then clenched my cuffed fists as the burn began to fade.
Once he was all the way in, I felt his tip nudge against the end of the vibrator, sending its waves in a slightly different pattern.
‘Oh, I felt that,’ he said, wonderingly. ‘Quite nice, actually. You must be loving it. Are you?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Right. Now. To work.’
All conversation was suspended as he moved into earnest buggery, taking no pity on me but establishing a firm thrusting rhythm that worked in harmony with the vibrations. It was what I needed. The invader in my pussy was driving me mad and Jasper’s hard use of my bottom took the worst of the edge off it. All the same, I came quickly and noisily within
a minute of penetration, which made him grin like a demon and grip my hips tighter, riding me through it.
I lost my head after that and was only barely capable of following his occasional orders to open my eyes, look at him, keep my thighs wide.
He fucked me until I had come three times and was a melting mess of primal confusion, far away in the inky, sticky depths of subspace. Every time I came he turned the vibrations up and thrust even faster. His own orgasm was a little frightening, something torn from the heart of him. He flopped his head on to my stomach and kept it there for a few moments until he was sentient enough to turn off the vibrator.
He raised his eyes, foggy and blurred, to mine.