He could be so bossy. “Henry, I’m ready right now. You’re ready right now. Let’s go.”
He shook his head. “Are you trying to take charge of this? You know what happens when you do that. Turn around, Nell. Put that ass in the air.”
Yeah, she’d been kind of going for that. Henry had liked spanking her and she had to admit, she’d liked it, too. He seemed to get even hotter when she was just a little bit bratty. Nell turned, her body relaxing for the first time since he’d walked out the door this morning. She stood up on the seat of the hot tub and leaned over, shivering as she placed her ass in the air.
He moved behind her. “This is a count of twenty, Nell. Who’s in charge of sex?”
“You are, Henry.”
“Damn right, I am. I’m not going to let you forget it.”
Nell nearly screamed as his hand met her backside. The heat of the water had softened her skin, making the smack so much more intense. Pain flared, racing across her skin as Henry began spanking her over and over again. Tears squeezed from her eyes, but just as she was about to call a halt to it, heat spread, engulfing her. Her pussy was so wet as he smacked away. The tears that came out felt purifying as though all the troubles of her world were slipping away as they fell from her eyes. Over and over again he slapped her ass, making her muscles weak. She lost count, trusting him to keep it. She would be sore tomorrow because he wasn’t holding back. She would feel this moment every time she sat down, and she would remember the way it felt and how it sounded. She would remember the startling sting and how it turned into something so much sweeter when she was patient.
“God, baby, your ass is pink.” Henry groaned a little as he spoke. “It’s gorgeous. Stay like this. Don’t move.”
She didn’t even want to. That was all? She’d been in a happy place. She wasn’t sure she wanted to come out of it just yet. But then Henry’s mouth was on her skin, kissing the very place he’d just smacked. He kissed her all over, from the small of her back, grazing kisses along her cheeks to where they rounded down to her thighs. It was a sweet torture because what she wanted to do was to tilt her hips up and spread her legs wide so he could slip between them and play with her pussy. But he’d told her not to move, and she was trying to be a very good girl.
“Stay that way. I have something else I need to do.”
He left her there. She could hear him get out of the hot tub, water dripping from his body as he made his way across the tile. There was the sound of a zipper coming undone and then a rustling as his hands moved probably into the bag he’d brought with him. She closed her eyes and imagined him as he walked back to the tub with the condoms in hand. He was so masculine. His clothes hid it well, but he was covered in lean muscle. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Henry Flanders. He was her own personal Superman. Clark Kent by day, unassuming and, to the people who didn’t look closely, a bit bland. But when the clothes came off, oh, he was a god of a man. And any minute now, she would hear the condom wrapper open and he would move behind her. His big cock would be just on the edge of her pussy. She would shiver because he seemed so big, too big, but then he would ease his way in and they would be together.
She felt Henry move behind her. Her whole body went taut with anticipation.
“Nell, honey, I’m going to need you to relax.” Henry’s hands moved along her curves.
She couldn’t relax until he was deep inside her. She took a long breath, trying to calm herself. She waited for the sound, but what she heard was more of a popping sound. Then his hands were back on her cheeks, spreading her wide.
“This is going to be cold. But I’ll warm you up fast,” Henry said.
Something wet and cold slid between her cheeks. Nell gasped, the feeling foreign. “Henry, what’s going on? Oh my god. Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
“Well, sweetheart, if you think I’m about to shove a plug up your ass, then you’re the big winner.” There was a low, sexy laugh that came from Henry’s chest. But Nell wasn’t laughing because now she could feel something pressing against her anus. “It’s just a plug. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Nell wasn’t so sure about that. After all, Henry wasn’t the one about to have something shoved up his ass. She’d been a virgin the day before. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Nell tried to look back. “Henry, we should talk about this.”
“You say that because you don’t understand protocol. The real time for talking is afterward.” He continued what he was doing, pressing the tip of the plug against her far-too-small asshole. He was working the plug in little circles. “Unless of course you’re in some sort of pain or you’re scared. This is a small plug, so I doubt you’re in pain. And you’re such a brave girl. You’ve faced down screaming crowds. I can’t imagine one tiny plug is going to scare my girl.”
Manipulative bastard. He was pushing all the right buttons. She couldn’t back down from that challenge, but she could ask a simple question. “Henry, do you want to explain why you feel the need to insert a plug up my rectum?”
The plug slipped inside, a brief foray before the circles began again. Pressure. An oddly erotic pressure seemed to be building, and it centered on her asshole. He was opening her up, teasing his way inside, making her ready for something quite larger. “All the better to fuck your ass, my dear. I do believe I told you when we started that I wanted to take you every way a man can take a woman. I don’t want to leave an inch of you untouched.”
She couldn’t help the whimper that came out of her mouth when the plug slipped in again. Henry pressed it farther this time, sliding it in an inch or so before slowly pulling it back out. He stretched her, forcing her to accept the small piece of plastic. If he had his way, one day very, very soon, it would be his cock foraging up her rectum. He would know every inch of her body. He would have her in every way he could.
And she wanted it. She wanted for Henry to know every inch of her. She wanted to be able to feel him everywhere.
“Lean forward,” he commanded. “Flatten your back.”
She stretched, going into a modified Flat Back pose. It was a little like yoga, this whole sex thing. She needed to get into the right position and then he would slide in easily. She flattened her back, giving him access to everything. And she remembered how much he liked to hear his name. “Yes, Henry.”
“Yeah, baby.” His voice had gone all deep and guttural, a sure sign that his cock was engaged. She loved the fact that she now knew his tells. She could tell that he was getting hot when his eyes went slightly sleepy and his hands grew languid as they stroked her body. “That’s what I want. Do you know how gorgeous you are? Do you have any idea how crazy you get me?”
She knew how crazy he got her. He had her to the point that she was pressing back against that darn plug, just waiting for it to invade and conquer. She moved her hips and felt it slide deep inside, a thrill of victory overtaking her.
“Beautiful.” He let her cheeks fall back together, but his fingers stroked lower, playing in her pussy. “I can fill up all your holes, baby. I can shove a vibrator in your pussy and my cock up your ass and you’ll be so full.”
She could imagine. He would try to master her in every way he could. She could feel the plug stretching her, holding her open, filling her up. She felt deliciously stretched and now his fingers were playing in her pussy. Every inch of her flesh felt lit up, humming and happy. “Please, Henry.”
She needed more than he was giving her. She needed him to make good on his promises, to fill her with his cock.
A single finger pressed inside. “I’ll give you everything, baby. Everything, but you’re going to obey me first.”