VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(43)
And then he’s gone, leaving me hanging on the precipice of something huge. I want to cry from the frustration, from being left unfulfilled and needy. I hear the click of a cap opening and the sound of something liquid. He knew what he was doing by putting me in this position so I won’t know what to expect next.
His finger presses against my back entrance, insistent and determined to breach the tight muscles.
My impulse is to fight back, to deny him, but he doesn’t take even a silent no for an answer. His finger slides in as far as it can go as my muscles tighten around it. Like the other times we’ve done this, I can’t deny the dark, forbidden thrill of it. Before him, before us, I wouldn’t have thought I could enjoy being touched or penetrated there. But enjoy is too tame a word for how it feels to allow him to take me there, to welcome it, to crave it.
He withdraws his finger, and I want to cry out from the loss, but I maintain my silence. Unless he speaks directly to me, I’m not to question him.
He’s back again, this time with two fingers, and the fit is decidedly tighter, less comfortable. The bite of pain causes my clit to throb, which surprises me. How can pain and pleasure coexist?
He strokes his fingers in and out.
I widen my legs and move my ass in time with his strokes. I begin to realize I could come from this and have to remind myself I’m not allowed to.
“Talk to me, Nat. How does it feel?”
“I’m not talking to you.”
He spanks my ass with his free hand—harder than he did last night. “What goes on out there does not come in here, you got me?”
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. I’m still so angry with him.
“Yes, who?”
“Sir. Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t get sassy with me, Natalie, or I’ll have to spank this sexy ass until it’s so sore you won’t be able to sit for a week without remembering how it got so sore.”
I have so much I’d like to say to that, but I bite my tongue. I have a feeling I’ll be sore enough from the other things he has planned without adding that pain to the mix.
“Tell me what I’m doing to you right now.”
He wants me to say the words? Of course he does. “You’re putting your fingers in me.”
“Where am I putting them?”
“In my ass.”
“And what am I doing with them?”
“You’re stroking me.”
“What’s the word I would use?”
Though I’m not a prude about swearing, I’ve trained myself to avoid those words in my career as an elementary school teacher—training that is no longer necessary. “Fucking.”
“That’s right. Now say the whole thing.”
“You’re… You’re f*cking my ass with your fingers.”
“Mmm,” he says, nibbling on my right ass cheek, “I love when you talk dirty to me.”
I roll my eyes, which of course he can’t see. I only talk dirty to him when he makes me.
He gets me to say the words, and then he’s gone again, leaving me trembling and weak with need. I’ve never felt quite so needy in my life. It’s the not knowing what to expect that has me right on the edge, ready to implode. I hear the click of the cap again and the squishy sound of liquid. What is he doing?
Then I feel pressure again, only this is something other than fingers. The pressure is intense.
“Push back, sweetheart.”
“W-what is it?”
“No questions, remember?”
I exhale before drawing in another deep breath, trying to breathe my way through the pain of my muscles fighting the intrusion. Whatever it is, it’s much bigger and wider than his fingers were. I’m not at all sure I can take it.
“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing great. This is the widest part now. You can do it.”
Wider? How is that possible? All of my focus and attention are on the tight stretch of my ass struggling to take the object, which is how he is able to catch me completely off guard when he chooses that moment to stroke my clit. Forgetting all about where we are, I scream from the bolt of pleasure that takes my mind off the intrusion in back and allows him to fully seat the object in my ass.
Oh. My. God. If he doesn’t let me come, right now, I’m going to lose my mind.
“You did so great, Nat. I wish you could see how amazing your ass looks stretched around the plug. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
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