The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. It was just so weird to be kissed in an area I never let anyone get close to. None of the other men in my life even tried to visit the location, but Crewe poured scotch all over it and lapped it up like he’d been in the desert all week.

His breathing increased, and I felt his hard dick press against me when he moved sometimes. He blew warm air across my skin before he kissed me again, his tongue diving deeper and deeper.

A quiet moan escaped my mouth when I felt him take me more aggressively. If I were going to get him to see me as more than a slave, I’d have to do all the things he enjoyed—even if they were strange. So far, enjoying things had never been a problem. But this was too weird, too unusual.

He dove his tongue into my entrance once more before he pulled his mouth away and stood up. He grabbed the bottle of lube, popped the cap, and then squirted it onto my ass.

Now I figured out what the lube was for.

When he fucked my pussy, he stretched me to the breaking point. It always felt good, but it was also a little painful. I never minded the pain because everything else was so good. But taking him in my rear was not something I found appetizing.

He squirted the lube onto his length and massaged it into the skin, coating his cock with the shiny liquid.

I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m not into this.”

His dark eyes turned to me, and they continued to throb with desire as though I hadn’t said anything at all. “You’ve done it before?”

“No, I—”

“Then you’re going to try.” He crawled on top of the bed and positioned himself over me. His cock rubbed against my slippery cheeks, and he dug in his hips as he ground against me.

“That’s an exit, not an entrance.”

He craned his neck over my shoulder and looked down at me. “Every hole in your body is an entrance for me.” He directed his length to my asshole and slowly began to push.

I yanked on the tie, assuming I could snap it in half since the material was soft, but it didn’t go anywhere. It was snugly secured in place. I tried again, but it seemed like it tightened the knot even more.

He pressed his head into my entrance, and the second he was inside me, I felt the stretching. My body was being pulled apart in ways it never had been before. I felt the pain at his intrusion, my body automatically wanting to push him out.

His mouth moved to my ear. “Relax.”

“I have a dick going into my ass. How am I supposed to relax?”

He chuckled, his warm breath falling over my canal. “It’ll feel good. When have I ever made you feel anything but good?” He kissed the shell of my ear then sealed his mouth over mine. He kissed me slowly, his lips moving with mine. As he distracted me, he slowly inserted his cock farther, stretching my asshole in a way it’d never been stretched before. I was pinned to the bed with my wrists bound, forced to take his impressive cock.

He ended our kiss and looked into my eyes instead, watching my reaction.

He moved farther and farther, making my breath quicken and my body tense. It was the most unusual sensation I’d ever felt. He wasn’t even completely inside me yet, and I felt full. I didn’t think I could take any more of him. “Crewe…”

“Stay with me.” He pushed farther until his length was completed inserted, all nine inches pulsing. He wasn’t just long, but thick. The pressure was intense, and I tugged on the tie again.

“It hurts…” I never admitted weakness to him out of principle, but having him completely inside me like this was a brand-new feeling. It was a lot more intimate than being slapped across the face or grabbed by the neck.

“I know.” He moved his lips to my temple. “It always hurts the first time.” He started to rock his hips slowly, inserting his length and gently pulling it out. No matter how subtle his moves were, the sensation was intense. He breathed into my ear canal, his desire heavy in his breath. A quiet grunt escaped his throat as he stretched my asshole over and over.

I kept my shoulders back and tried to remain relaxed. The tenser I became, the more it hurt. My eyes smarted from the firing of my nerve endings, and a few drops pooled at the corners of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks.

Crewe inserted his full length inside me then grabbed my chin. He tilted my face toward him so he could get a good view of my expression. He moaned at the sight of my tears then started to move again, giving me his length over and over. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you cry.”