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“You deserve a reward for that.”
Before I could ask, a second finger joined the first. As he worked his fingers in and out of me, a new sensation demanded my attention. A subtle pressure on my asshole that turned into rubbing a small circle over the ring of muscle.
“Derrick…”
The slap on my ass was harder than before, startling me.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He pressed his thumb against my ass again, but not hard enough to actually penetrate. “Just playing a bit. Soon, I’ll get a plug in here, get you used to what it feels like to have something in your ass.”
I squeezed my eyes closed, unsure exactly how I felt about what was happening, what he was saying.
“When I finally fuck your ass, I want you to feel it, but I won’t hurt you.”
I made a small sound.
“Trust me, baby.” He twisted his fingers, knuckles rubbing against my g-spot and making me jerk involuntarily. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
It was the truth, at least under these circumstances. I wasn’t sure how much I trusted him in any other way, but here, like this, I did. Right now, that was all that mattered.
“Now, let’s see how you like that pretty clit stroked.”
How this man talked…
The fingers inside me withdrew and moved down to that throbbing bundle of nerves. He explored with the sort of deliberation that I’d seen him display in other areas. The tip of a finger teased along one side of my clit and then the other. I shivered as a ripple of pleasure ran through me. Then he tapped the top of it and the jolt made me gasp.
“Too much?” he asked.
I shook my head, then yelped as he smacked my ass. I didn’t need him to tell me what I’d done wrong this time. “No, Sir. Not too much.”
“That’s better.”
He returned his thumb to my asshole, teasing it even as his fingers went back to my clit. He didn’t seem to be in any rush as he made circles around and over the swollen nub, then back and forth passes, each one eliciting varying degrees of responses from me, and I had no doubt he cataloged every single one.
Without a word, his hands moved down and around to cup my breasts. He palmed the firm mounds for a moment, squeezing them before turning his attention to my nipples. I moaned as he rubbed his thumbs across them, then plucked at the hardened points. Each pinch and twist was a little harder, a little rougher, until I finally cried out.
“Too much?”
“No – no, Sir.” It was a shock to say the words, to admit them to him even as I admitted them to myself.
It’d hurt, but this wasn’t like any type of pain I’d experienced until tonight. Only the sensation of being spanked came close, and this was sharper. But I still liked it.
“Good girl.”
I cursed as he shoved two fingers inside me, twisting thrusts that immediately sent a rush of pleasure through me. The hand still playing with my nipple kept at it, filling my body with additional sensations. I rushed toward release, my body having been primed for action from the moment I walked into the apartment.
Hell, if I was being honest, I’d been anticipating this since I’d stepped foot in that club.
I let out an inarticulate yell as I came, every muscle in my body tensing. I barely registered when Derrick stopped touching me, but then I was suddenly filled as he buried himself inside me with one smooth motion. My mouth opened, but no sound escaped. I couldn’t even breathe as he slammed into me a second time. His fingers sank into my hips, adding yet another bite of pain for my frazzled nerves to register.
“Fuck, Jess,” he growled. “Babe, your cunt is so fucking tight.”
Even if I’d been able to speak, I didn’t have any kind of response to that.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” His voice was strained, as if it took everything in him to hold back while he spoke to me. “If it’s too much for you to handle, say your safe word.”