Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(95)

I know exactly what she’s talking about. “And I said no, Ms. Van Gatt.”

“But why? Why are you so against the idea?”

“I’m…” I look briefly away before facing her again. “I’m afraid of hurting you.” But she doesn’t seem convinced. “Sometimes it’s hard to control myself.”

“Why don’t we just try and see? If I can’t handle it, I’ll tell you.”

I sigh loudly, shaking my head. “I have never met someone as stubborn as you.” She smiles, thinking she’s won. But I decide to scare her further. “What if you tell me to stop and I can’t control myself and do it anyway?” I know this should be enough to make her back out.

“I don’t mind.” I raise both eyebrows. “My idea, my risk.”

I shake my head again. She has no idea what she’s talking about. “Petra.” I reach down to take her hand and put her flat palm on where I’m already erect. “This is not two fingers…” Damn, I have to breathe out of my mouth as I picture it inside her ass.

“I know”—she grows desperate—“but I really want to feel you…” She pulls this off with such a sweet little voice that I shiver madly.

I kiss her lips and caress her cheek with the back of my fingers. But I don’t say a word. She affects her most innocent face, batting her eyelashes. “Please?”

I laugh, quite flattered. If I recall properly, only my former subs used to beg me to fuck their asses. Wow. I tremble at the thought that Petra might actually want to become one. Fuck, does she? It’d explain quite a lot… I take a much-needed breath, trying to brush such thoughts away. But damn, her curiosity never ceases to amaze me. “You’re very naughty, Ms. Van Gatt. You know that, right?” She blushes at my compliment, smiles, and bites her lip with a starving look. Jeez... “Very well,” I breathe out. Her face beams with joy. I reach for my pillow and place it on her side. “Turn over and lie with your belly on here.”

She obeys, lying on her stomach on the pillow. Her head down, she bends her arms, legs driven wide apart, her ass ready for me. “Will I also bleed?”

I have no idea. I hope not, but I prefer to prepare her for the worst. “If I go fully inside, maybe. But it might be too painful.” Raising up on my knees with her legs in between, I take the lube from the nightstand. “I’ll just put the head in tonight.”

I put some gel on my fingertips and start rubbing them around her anus. I feel her getting nervous but impatient. While I massage her, I can’t help but feel apprehensive about what I’m going to do. Anal has always been my weakness, my Achilles’ heel. I take a deep breath, put some more lube on my palm, this time for my cock, and caress her opening with the tip. She shifts her pelvis at my touch. “Do you really want to feel it inside?” I ask in a whisper, just once more.

The question is enough to drench her.

“Oh yes,” she moans between breaths.

I keep circling it slowly around her entrance.

Her impatience growing, her body trembling, I bend my chest over her back, my elbows supporting me. I reach for her left hand and whisper, “Here. If it hurts, squeeze my hand and I will stop moving until it feels better.” She holds me tight. I nibble the shell of her ear and ask in a voice barely audible, “Do you love me?”

“Madly,” she breathes while I kiss her neck.

“I want you to be comfortable and relaxed. If you contract your muscles, it’ll hurt more,” I explain. She nods in approval and squeals instantly, feeling a bit of me inside. Unlike my fingers, this is indeed more painful—I’m so thick and hard that she trembles, but her muscle is opening to me with ease. She starts pushing her butt back onto me, like in the shower. I thrust very slowly into her, but my cock goes deeper with her movements. She whines and squeezes my hand. I remain still for a while—the tip just got inside. I kiss her gently. She’s sweating, her breath loud. “I’m feeling so weak,” she confesses shyly. “So fragile…”

I feel even more euphoric at her words.

“It’s normal…” I kiss her again. “You are tighter here.”

Indeed, between two fingers and my cock, there is a whole difference. As I feel her relax, I slowly stroke farther in, then move back and forth while keeping it inside. She continues to rub her ass around me in pleasure, getting used to my presence.

“Ahh…” she moans for the first time.

I know she’s enjoying it. I wet my lips and decide to thrust deeper into her.

“You said you were just going to put the head in…”

I chuckle at her sweet little voice. “I’m very sorry”—I bite the shell of her ear—“but it became impossible to stop there.”





Petra Van Gatt





I don’t protest—his words make my entire body shiver, drenching me madly. I want to be at his mercy, feel him deep inside and belong entirely to him. I know he has the power to hurt me, to make me whimper and cry in pain if he wants to. And that is exactly what I love the most. I have never felt so dependent, weak, fragile, and submissive at the same time; yet, all of this is giving me pleasure beyond what I have ever expected. I move my right hand down to my clit and start touching myself. His breath quickens, becoming louder and more impatient, his excitement growing too. “I want to throw myself entirely into you,” he whispers in my ear.