Or fuck a woman really hard.
He reached around me to rub lube around the bud of my anus and my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as he pushed two fingers in, circling them, trying to gently stretch me. It didn’t hurt too bad after having the plug in. When he pulled his fingers out I opened my eyes. Our faces were close and our eyes met. His expression softened and he lifted my hips, pulling me nearer. I came up on my knees and positioned myself over top of him. He held himself at the base. I let the sides of my bound hands rest against his chest, wishing I was untied so I could hold his shoulders.
My heart rate rocketed when I felt the head of his penis at my entrance. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. The butt plug only stung a little. But the second he gave my hips a tug downward over the head of his cock I screamed.
Oh, my God! It hurt so bad. How did people do this? He was way bigger than the plug. I closed my eyes, feeling scared now and breathing too hard.
“Shh.” Colin was holding my hips tightly. I opened my eyes and found him watching me. In those blue depths I thought I saw an understanding. He wasn’t going to force himself in. Maybe that’s why he’d chosen for me to be on top. So I could control the pace.
I pushed myself down a tiny bit further and cried out again, panting. Every millimeter felt like a fucking inch. But I found that my body adjusted quickly, the pain waning into a comfortable throb. On my next downward push his head slid into my ass with a snap and we both moaned.
“Christ alive, woman, that is fucking tight.” His eyebrows were knit together.
I pushed a little more. Slowly, very slowly, I worked my way down until his entire cock was in my ass, impaling me in the most painfully delicious way possible. I sat on the base of him, and as my body adjusted, the heat returned. I lifted myself and the sensation of sliding up his shaft was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was as if I could feel every tiny ounce of his hardness against the tight ring of my ass. Nerve endings that had never had the pleasure of being rubbed were massaged by his thick length inside me.
I was wet all over again, and desperate to really ride him. Mr. Douglas stilled my hips when I tried to move against him. He slipped a hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard and deep. I kissed him back, overcome by it all. Then he broke away, his eyes boring into me.
“Little Angel…” he breathed. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
My heart about stopped.
All at once I was crying out as he lifted me off him and flipped me onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. He thrust his entire cock into my ass, making me scream with the pleasure and pain of our rejoined bodies. It hurt in the best way. Then he proceeded to pound me, growling words in his Scottish accent that didn’t even sound like English, but I made out a lot of “fucks.” I could hardly keep myself upright from the force of his thrusts. Oh, God, it felt so good. I never expected this to feel like this. I was so close to coming. If he were to touch my clit even the slightest bit I’d see stars.
But he never touched me. When my arms began to give out, he pushed my head down to the bed to rest on my hands. Moments later his groaning lowered and he grasped my hips harder, pushing as deep as he could.
“Ah, fuck yes, lassie, that’s it…” He stilled, his hands tightening on me, and I knew he was about to come as his words stretched into a low, primal rumble from the back of his throat. I moaned at the glorious feeling of his orgasm inside me. I could feel every pump of him.
When he was done he slowly pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. We were both out of breath, damp with sweat. My body tingled with a need that verged on painful. I waited for him to turn to me, touch me. But he didn’t.
Staring at the wall, he said in a deadened voice, “You may go.”
For one second I was stunned. Then I got my act together and silently climbed from the bed. It took all my willpower not to look back as I went to the door. Shit, I couldn’t even walk right after all that’d just happened.
I’d been a fool to think he was anything more than an average patron wanting to use me. I’d never been used quite so well. Or left feeling quite so dirty.
Luis was waiting for me in the hall. I was surprised when he led me toward the hallway with the video monitoring room. He opened the door and ushered me inside. Marco was sitting alone at the monitor, running a hand over his mustache with a contemplative look. I raised my eyes to the screen he watched. Mr. Douglas was laying naked on his bed with a forearm across his eyes. Without looking at me, Marco spoke in Spanish.
“Was your punishment satisfactory?”
What kind of question was that? One I could only answer in one way.
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you in pain?”
My ass cheeks stung like hell and my asshole was thrumming from its beating.
“Yes, Master.”