She's tight at the back. Hot and untried. I take my time, stroking her clit, rubbing her * until she starts to twist back on to me, unintentionally working my finger further her into her ass. The longer we go at it, the more her skin starts to blur before me and patterns appear, split and oozing. They sing to me. How I suffer for my art.
I used to imagine Leo like this when I touched myself. Now here she is, bucking slowly into my hands and moaning like an answered prayer. When she tells me she's close, I'm grinning, my cock rubbing up against the back-and-forth of her beautiful ass. I've slathered her with pre-cum and it dries in messy trails. My little lion is not impressed when I pull my hand away—she scolds me, swears, begs and writhes. But then I'm sinking into her, my finger still stroking inside her ass. Fuck. Fuck.
"Aeron..." Her voice is a breathy wail of warning. "Please."
"Please what?" I pant.
"Fuck me."
I do not refuse.
She comes quickly, slapping at the sheets, her ass snapping at my finger's firm intrusion. I pause. Pull deep lungfuls of air from the room's heavy atmosphere. For the next part, I need a little control—at least to begin with.
"Ow," she croons as I pull away, leaving her empty everywhere. Untouched.
"I need you to do something for me, sweetheart." I grope around for the scalpel box. Fish it out.
She hears the rustle of tissue paper; it makes her thighs pull tight. "O-okay."
"The next few minutes will hurt, but I need you to keep still." I smooth a palm across her left buttock—the one closest to her heart. Ha. "Very still."
Silence. She absorbs this, shivers again, accepts with the slightest of nods. It's not trust or submission; it's more than that. Something greater. Ownership. The ultimate monogamy: I am the first and only man who will ever do this to her. She'll never allow another, no matter what else transpires.
There are things you wait for with baited breath, never imagining they will come to you. A man like me waits for so little, but this...it is the moment she and I were always meant to have.
I push my wet cock down the valley of her buttocks to find her opening. Although primed with my finger and the release of orgasm, she's still narrow here, fragile. So warm—I shudder, sailing along the sticky paths of her skin. Up, down...in.
A faded echo of a sob rushes up from Leo's pillow.
"Hold still," I say quietly.
It's all in the angle. I follow the line of her hips, pushing down toward her coccyx while she gradually, gradually gives. Pussies can be tight, though there's something liquid about the feel of them; like lying on a waterbed, the flesh submits before it pulls tight. An ass, however...it's like the sucking end of a fist. I feel everything, and though Leo's body tries to push me out, my gasps of pleasure serve to calm her somewhat. There will be no words of encouragement from me here; this is something she must learn to take. A more considerate man might have lubricated her first, I suppose, but then it's my turn to be selfish, and we both know I can do so much worse.
When I'm shoved all the way down, all the way in, I freeze to take in the sight of her—bent, helpless, full. Then I rub along the tops of her buttocks, the thickening just below her waist where that glorious heart-shaped ass begins. Here, I think, on the left; for this is where we begin, too.
The edge of the scalpel has not been lodged in my hand, so when it hits her skin, it's cool. She whimpers. I'm quick this time, savouring the quick parting of skin with each skim of the blade.
"Fuck," she hisses. "Aeron—"
"Stay still." I hold her in place with one hand, working quickly with another. A small heart takes shape at the top of her buttock, its red lines already weeping loose beads of crimson. Her asshole works over my cock with every new cut, trembling and pulling despite her lack of movement, and when I'm done, I bend to kiss the flesh surrounding her new two-inch would.
"It's beautiful." I blow softly over the shallow bleed of it, pushing blood out into pale scarlet feathers.
She just wails again, and there's a resigned despair to her tone, as if she couldn't pull away from me if she tried. Something keeps her here. Makes her stay.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I whisper, my empty hands firm on her ass cheeks, splaying them for my viewing pleasure. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take it all, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Her blond head bobs in a silent nod.
Then I begin to move, and it is the end of all silences.