Page 12 of Marked

His arms wound around my shoulders, and he pressed his lips to the top of my head.

My pussy was so sore that I couldn’t close my thighs, and I tried very hard to avoid pressing it against the surface of the bed.

My tears slowly dried, and the longer he held me, the calmer I became.

I also couldn’t deny the fact that I was very aroused too.

My punishment, both the belt whipping and pussy spanking, had turned me on.

“You took your punishment very well, sweet girl,” he murmured, and I lifted my eyes to look into his.

I hummed with pleasure at his words before he started to slide his finger up and down my clit.

My hips rocked to meet his touch, and I whimpered as the pressure of his palm reminded me just how scalded my pussy was from when he’d spanked it.

“And after all that, you’re still very, very wet for me,” he purred, and I moaned as he continued to caress me.

“Please,” I begged. Everything hurt. Everything buzzed with bliss that demanded to be set free. I wanted to come.

“Come, on your hands and knees for me. Show me that bright red little pussy, and then I want you to spread your pretty marked bottom and show me that tight little virgin hole. Show me so that I can fuck it,” he said firmly, and a soft cry of shock emerged from my lips.

His arms loosened and he released me, before he stood and waited for me to obey his wishes.

And I did. Without a moment’s hesitation this time.

Turning around, I crawled on the bed until my bottom was facing him. With a soft whimper, I arched my back and presented my bare pussy to him.

“Such a very well spanked little pussy,” he murmured, and I felt myself flush with shame. Even then, my inner walls fluttered expectantly, almost as if my body was begging to be fucked once again.

I shivered and leaned forward, turning my head and balancing my upper weight on my right shoulder. I was thankful that he couldn’t see my face because I was quite certain that I was blushing bright red from what I was going to do for him next.

With trepidation, I reached backwards and took my bottom cheeks in my fingers.

Slowly, I spread myself open for him, and I could feel myself shaking.

I waited, knowing he was staring at my wet little pussy and my very reluctant virgin hole.

Knowing that he could see that I was growing even wetter.

That he could see every time my little pussy clenched with desire as I thought about how his massive cock was about to take my virgin bottom hole for the very first time.

So I waited. Trembling as he inspected me.

I was so ashamed. So aroused.

I wanted to come. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked in the place where good girls never got fucked.

I felt naughty for thinking such things, but those very same thoughts were making my needy little clit throb with desire to be taken in such a shameful way.

His fingers grazed the backs of my thighs, skimming along the painful welts that his belt had left behind.

“There’s just one last place for me to mark and that’s this tight little hole,” he murmured softly, and I bit my lip. “You’ve never felt a cock here, have you, baby doll?” he added gently, and a shiver raced down my spine.

“No, sir,” I answered. My voice shook with anxiousness.

“It’s going to hurt then, little mate, but I think you’re going to like it.

You’re going to like it so much that you scream for me as you come hard with my cock in your tight, sweet ass,” he purred, and I felt a trickle of arousal drip down my folds onto my thighs.

His thumb moved to catch that drop of liquid, and I moaned with shame into the blankets.

I didn’t want him to. I told myself that single sentence over and over, but I knew it was a lie. And a pretty fucking big one, because I did want him to. I was so curious that it was consuming my every thought.

For the first time ever in my life, I wanted a man to fuck my ass. Even worse, I wanted it to hurt when he did it, and I wanted Alaric to be the one to do it.

His fingers dipped into my pussy. He pushed them in and out, teasing my inner walls with slow taunting movements before he pulled them out and pressed them against my dark puckered hole.

I expected him to start with a single finger, but he didn’t. He began with two.

My virgin hole fought against him, tightening around the tips of his fingers. That didn’t stop him. In fact, it seemed to make him push harder. Faster.

It hurt. As much as I tried to fend him off, I was no match for his strength or his persistence.

The moment his fingertips breached past my reluctant rim of muscle, I cried out with pain.

The burning, stretching sensation felt foreign and far more intense than I had been prepared for, but I took it because I didn’t have a choice.

I took it because somewhere deep inside me was a bizarre and twisted need to be used like this.

I moaned as pleasure and pain battled within my body.

The more I fought his advance, the more it hurt, and the more the burning sting of being claimed in such a shameful way tore me apart from deep within.

I tried to relax, and I tried to open myself for him, but it was so hard.

My body continually revolted against him, causing waves of pain to come and go as he finger fucked my ass for the very first time.

My thighs trembled desperately. I found myself rocking back and forth, no longer in control of the movements of my body. For several long moments, he slowly fucked my ass with his thick digits, stretching me painfully with each knuckle.

When he removed his fingers, I tensed.

I knew what was about to happen, but it really hit me then that I was going to get my ass fucked for the first time.

That it was going to hurt and that I was going to take it because Alaric had demanded it.

He wanted to fuck every last one of my holes, and for some insane reason, I was going to let him.

The head of his cock pressed against my pussy.

Slowly, he pushed inside me, and I gasped as he reignited the soreness between my thighs from his very thorough fucking not long ago.

It also reminded me just how big his cock was, how much bigger it was than the two fingers he’d just used to prepare my nervous little asshole.

I was so wet—unnaturally wet—and he used it to coat his cock. Over and over again as he slowly pushed in and out of my pussy. Even though I knew it was coming, I still tensed when he pulled free from my pussy and pressed the tip against my bottom hole.

I whimpered when he rocked forward, the sheer girth of his cock feeling like it was tearing me in two.

Although I was grateful that he’d started with his fingers, it in no way prepared me for the magnitude of his hard shaft.

I cried out, moaning as I struggled to take him.

The burning pain washed over me, wave after brutal wave as he pressed inside me.

When the thickest part of his cock popped inside me, I almost sighed with relief, but it still ached.

My tight little hole remained stretched far more than it ever had.

I had no doubt that my bottom hole was going to be sore for quite some time after this. I whimpered as the pain ravaged my well-used little body, but when I felt him seat himself fully in my ass, I tried to remind myself to breathe through it.

He reached around my waist and settled his fingers on my clit.

“Would you like to come with my cock in your tight little ass?” he purred, and I felt my pussy clench hard around empty air. At the same time, my asshole tightened around his cock and he rocked his hips back and forth, a firm reminder that he was in charge.

“Yes, sir,” I answered timidly.

“If you want to come, baby doll, I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me exactly what you want, and I might just allow it,” he murmured, slowly pumping his cock in and out of my ass as he spoke.

Even though he couldn’t see my face, I was blushing. At that moment, I was thankful that he couldn’t because I didn’t know if I could bear him knowing.

I opened and closed my lips, time and time again, but nothing came out.

“Beg me for permission to come, or I’ll make sure this tight little hole is very well punished before I’m through with you,” he said firmly, and I whimpered even as my core tightened painfully with arousal.

“Please let me come with your cock deep in my tight little hole. Please fuck my ass. Please make it hurt, sir,” I managed to say, all while my face heated even further.

He growled with pleasure, and then his hips slammed into mine. At the same time, his fingers rubbed intensely over my clit, and I cried out with frenzied desire. It was too much all at once, and I found myself edging toward orgasm faster and harder.

I screamed as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

My body exploded with my passion, and I could have sworn I saw stars.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I squeezed them shut, the furious vibrations between my legs driving me higher and higher into the brilliant onslaught of ecstasy.

I was helpless against the intensity of the pleasure rocking through me, and I drowned in it.

I moaned. I writhed. I screamed until my throat was raw.

I came so hard that I wondered if I would remain shattered forever.

His hips pistoned in and out of my asshole, using me for his pleasure despite how sore my virgin hole was. He had said it would hurt and it did, only something unexpected was happening.

The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became, and when those addictive, knowing fingers caressed my clit, I couldn’t help myself as I came again. And again.

I came so many times that nothing else mattered. I came so much that my thighs were drenched with it. I came so hard that I began to cry again.