The Scotch Queen (Scotch #2)

My wrists were yanked behind my back, and he secured his tie around my wrists. He tugged harder than necessary, forcing my shoulders back off the bed. He tied the silky fabric into a strong knot before he undressed himself. His shirt hit the floor, following by everything else.

I tried to keep my breathing calm, but it continued to accelerate. It was a combination of my discomfort and my arousal. I could sense how much he wanted me based on his quick movements. He was anxious, even a little angry.

When he was finally naked, he opened one of his drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube.

He never needed that with me. I was always soaked for him. He’d commented on it countless times.

“What’s that for?”

Crewe never answered. He grabbed a bottle and popped the lid off. Then he poured the liquid directly on top of my ass.

My body prickled at the cold liquid, and I looked over my shoulder to see the amber color. Of course, it was scotch. It soaked into the blanket and the sheets underneath, but he didn’t care.

His hands moved to either side of my body, and he leaned down to kiss me. His lips started on my left cheek then moved to the right. The kisses started off gentle and quickly accelerated into something much more aggressive. His tongue lapped at my skin as he moved to the center of my cheeks. Then he pressed his face deeper into the crack and swiped his tongue across my asshole.

I tensed when he felt him, never having experienced that before. He licked the scotch directly off my opening, tasting me as well as the alcohol. My wrists automatically tested the soft fabric of his tie, my back arching and my lips parting.

His tongue greeted my opening slowly, licking the entrance as if he were asking for permission to come inside. His kisses and caresses turned more aggressive, and he shoved his tongue inside me and tasted me in a way no man ever had.

My head rested on the bed, and I took a deep breath as my nerve endings fired off in alarm. I’d never been touched that way, never been kissed at my back entrance like that. If he’d told me he was going to do this before he did it, I would have said I wasn’t into it. But the longer I felt him, the less intrusive it seemed. His hand gripped my right cheek and pulled it to the side, giving him more access to my asshole. He kissed me harder with more force, lubricating my entrance with just his saliva.

I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. It was just so weird to be kissed in an area I never let anyone get close to. None of the other men in my life even tried to visit the location, but Crewe poured scotch all over it and lapped it up like he’d been in the desert all week.

His breathing increased, and I felt his hard dick press against me when he moved sometimes. He blew warm air across my skin before he kissed me again, his tongue diving deeper and deeper.

A quiet moan escaped my mouth when I felt him take me more aggressively. If I were going to get him to see me as more than a slave, I’d have to do all the things he enjoyed—even if they were strange. So far, enjoying things had never been a problem. But this was too weird, too unusual.

He dove his tongue into my entrance once more before he pulled his mouth away and stood up. He grabbed the bottle of lube, popped the cap, and then squirted it onto my ass.

Now I figured out what the lube was for.

When he fucked my pussy, he stretched me to the breaking point. It always felt good, but it was also a little painful. I never minded the pain because everything else was so good. But taking him in my rear was not something I found appetizing.

He squirted the lube onto his length and massaged it into the skin, coating his cock with the shiny liquid.

I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m not into this.”

His dark eyes turned to me, and they continued to throb with desire as though I hadn’t said anything at all. “You’ve done it before?”

“No, I—”

“Then you’re going to try.” He crawled on top of the bed and positioned himself over me. His cock rubbed against my slippery cheeks, and he dug in his hips as he ground against me.

“That’s an exit, not an entrance.”

He craned his neck over my shoulder and looked down at me. “Every hole in your body is an entrance for me.” He directed his length to my asshole and slowly began to push.

I yanked on the tie, assuming I could snap it in half since the material was soft, but it didn’t go anywhere. It was snugly secured in place. I tried again, but it seemed like it tightened the knot even more.

He pressed his head into my entrance, and the second he was inside me, I felt the stretching. My body was being pulled apart in ways it never had been before. I felt the pain at his intrusion, my body automatically wanting to push him out.

His mouth moved to my ear. “Relax.”

“I have a dick going into my ass. How am I supposed to relax?”

He chuckled, his warm breath falling over my canal. “It’ll feel good. When have I ever made you feel anything but good?” He kissed the shell of my ear then sealed his mouth over mine. He kissed me slowly, his lips moving with mine. As he distracted me, he slowly inserted his cock farther, stretching my asshole in a way it’d never been stretched before. I was pinned to the bed with my wrists bound, forced to take his impressive cock.

He ended our kiss and looked into my eyes instead, watching my reaction.

He moved farther and farther, making my breath quicken and my body tense. It was the most unusual sensation I’d ever felt. He wasn’t even completely inside me yet, and I felt full. I didn’t think I could take any more of him. “Crewe…”

“Stay with me.” He pushed farther until his length was completed inserted, all nine inches pulsing. He wasn’t just long, but thick. The pressure was intense, and I tugged on the tie again.

“It hurts…” I never admitted weakness to him out of principle, but having him completely inside me like this was a brand-new feeling. It was a lot more intimate than being slapped across the face or grabbed by the neck.

“I know.” He moved his lips to my temple. “It always hurts the first time.” He started to rock his hips slowly, inserting his length and gently pulling it out. No matter how subtle his moves were, the sensation was intense. He breathed into my ear canal, his desire heavy in his breath. A quiet grunt escaped his throat as he stretched my asshole over and over.

I kept my shoulders back and tried to remain relaxed. The tenser I became, the more it hurt. My eyes smarted from the firing of my nerve endings, and a few drops pooled at the corners of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks.

Crewe inserted his full length inside me then grabbed my chin. He tilted my face toward him so he could get a good view of my expression. He moaned at the sight of my tears then started to move again, giving me his length over and over. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you cry.”

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