I called off my limits. Why did I do that? Because now he’s going to do something to me no other man ever has. Jonah is going to fuck my ass.
“You’re going to love it,” he whispers as he ties one of my legs to the bedpost, then the other. I couldn’t turn over if I wanted, now. Jonah’s fingers push back inside me—not so slow, this time—and he starts working his fingers back and forth. Yet the vibration against my clit keeps doing its job, turning me on even more. “You’re going to come hard while I’m in your ass, and that’s going to prove how much you love it, slut.”
Oh, God, oh God, oh God, oh God. I told him this was no longer forbidden, but only because I knew it was something that could happen in a real attack. Nobody’s ever put it in my asshole before. It’s going to hurt. It would hurt if anyone did it, but Jonah’s massive cock will split me in two—
“You’re going to come so hard, it’ll be the best it’s ever been.” Jonah pushes another finger in me. Tender flesh stretches. By now I can tell he’s slicked his hand with something, oil or some other kind of lube, but it doesn’t lessen my panic. I don’t want him to do this. I want out of here.
And yet I don’t.
I can’t say silver, not with my underwear jammed in my mouth. Still, I could stop him by snapping my fingers. Even bound as I am, I could manage that. But the vibration is starting to profoundly affect me. Spirals of arousal spin through my head, dizzying me completely. My cunt throbs and aches. But it’s my ass Jonah is working hard.
One last plea: I shake my head. Jonah laughs. “What, do you want to beg? I like hearing you beg.” With that he tears the wet rag of my panties from my lips and throws it aside, done with it at last. “Beg me, baby.”
“I—” I choke out the word. “Please, not that. Anything but that. I’ll do anything else you want.”
“You’re going to do everything I want anyway, bitch.”
And then Jonah pushes inside.
I cry out. The pain is undeniable—and yet it lessens quickly as Jonah holds still, stretching my body to fit him. Shaking, I try to wriggle away from him, but I can’t move. All I do is push the vibrator more forcefully against my clit, and then there’s no telling the pain from the pleasure.
Jonah starts to move, taking my ass the way he’s wanted to since the beginning. I hear him groan in satisfaction.
He’s tearing me apart—no. He’s fusing us together. There’s no me any longer, no him. There’s only the way Jonah pumps into me, every move turning us into one.
Jonah’s the only man who ever made my entire mind splinter like this. Because I can’t speak. I can’t think. I don’t know what to feel. All I know is that he’s pumping me hard now, so deep inside me that it seems like—like there’s nothing left of me except my body, and my body is completely his—even the arousal arcing inside me, more and more powerful, that belongs to him too—
My cunt contracts, and my orgasm crashes over me, through me, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. My ass clenches around Jonah’s cock, and I hear his low, cruel laugh of triumph. He did this to me, fucked me up the ass and made me come long and hard and good while he did it.
That’s it. He’s won. He could never own me more than he does right now. And I glory in my own defeat.
Jonah plunges into me again, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of me. “Not done yet, baby. Not nearly done yet.”
And the vibration isn’t done with me either. Already I feel arousal building inside me again. Surely I can’t come again this fast. I can’t. Yet the vibrator’s inexorable stimulation continues rippling through me, demanding my response.
He keeps pumping into me. Stretching me out. Violating me in the most degrading way a man can force a woman—and making me love it.
Every single flutter of the vibrator between my legs brings me closer to the brink.
“Oh, God,” I whisper against the mattress, in mingled surrender and shame. “Oh, oh—”
It crashes into me like white noise and white light and oblivion. I come so hard it makes me convulse beneath him, and Jonah laughs out loud in his triumph.
No one else could ever master me like this. Only Jonah.
He whispers, “Slut.” And then he grunts and shoves inside me to the hilt, shuddering as his own orgasm takes him.
For a moment I lie there, vibration now almost painful against my overstimulated clit. But Jonah leans back—slides out—and slips the vibrator out too.
“You’ll beg me for that again later. You’re going to beg me for all kinds of things.” He unleashes my ankles and turns the vibrator off, setting it aside. I’m too limp and weak to resist or even to move. “Now you’re going to shower for me. I want to watch you. Then you’ll come back here and get tied with your legs open again. So anytime I want to use you, I can.”
Jonah slips my wrists free, drags me to my feet—