ready….” His voice trailed off and he slid a finger into her tight pucker, he continued, “For anything.”
Columbia gasped as he shoved his thick finger in even farther. She’d never given him her ass, she felt a little indignant at the thought of enjoying anal sex. It made no sense, and logical Columbia knew it was ridiculous, but losing her anal virginity made her feel very dirty.
But she liked it; she liked the thought of Dimitri controlling every part of her body. The thought of him finding every dark crevasse, each nook and cranny, and filling it with his presence. “Please be gentle,” she said and forced herself to relax against his probing digit.
“You know I can’t be,” he said and pulled his finger out. He pushed her onto her stomach across the chaise and rubbed her back. “I will be how I always am,” he continued and hiked her skirt up over her hips. He tore her delicate panties from her body and squeezed her ass cheek hard. “I am always as soft as possible,” he added, “but you don’t like it gentle. You know that as much as I do.”
She whimpered as he bent over her and bit the back of her neck. She arched her back and rose up to meet him; it was an instinctual response to the sensations she was going through. The excitement and nervousness of losing her ass to him, the anticipation of the pain and pleasure…and the absolute freedom of being his pet, his little dove, his to command.
His bite was harder than usual, he reached around and clamped a hand over her mouth and she felt tears running down her face. The shock of light ning-sharp pain shooting along her back was enough to make her cry. He must have felt her shudder, must have felt the tears on his hand and must have heard her muffled sob, but he bit harder.
She started to feel an orgasm build, from the darkness at the base of her spine, travel up and meet the pain. The two sensations clashed somewhere outside of her body, she was sure of it, and she cried out. He paused, as if to assess the situation, and she whispered, “Don’t stop,” against his hand. He didn’t. He bit again, rolled the skin in his teeth, pre ssed his cock against her back and pinned her in place with his hand on her mouth.
She wanted to thrash her head back and forth, she felt as though she must be giving birth to a demon, the combination of events on her body was so intense. The tears poured freely and she sobbed her release, her orgasm. It wasn’t crashing or violent this time though, it was an almost otherworldly feeling, as though she was being watched by ancient eyes. She was connecting with some primal energy that drove her on, rolling along a series of waves that seemed endless, never reaching shore.
He released his teeth and drew his tongue along the back of her neck, tracing the ridges of his teeth marks. “There you are, that’s my girl,” Dimitri said in her ear. “You can take it hard, little dove, you need it hard. You know this, life is hard and so are we. Our love is hard, but in the way that makes you realize we will live every single fucking day together and fight for every moment. We will never grow old and fat and complacent. I will wake up every morning and fight to have you, to fuck you and to keep you. That might be hard, but it’s the only way we know how.”
She nodded her head and he removed his hand. She gasped for breath and as the waves finally reached shore, she cried out, “I love you Dimi, I will fight for you until my dying moment.”
“Never talk of death,” he replied and jerked her back. “Never talk of your death, lest we tempt fate and bring it to us. The only death we will discuss is la petit mort , and how I will take you there again.”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m sorry. No death, but fuck…how do you do that to my body?” The tears were drying on her cheeks, but the shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm were still fluttering in her cunt.
“I do it to you as you do it to me,” he said and ran
Columbia gasped as he shoved his thick finger in even farther. She’d never given him her ass, she felt a little indignant at the thought of enjoying anal sex. It made no sense, and logical Columbia knew it was ridiculous, but losing her anal virginity made her feel very dirty.
But she liked it; she liked the thought of Dimitri controlling every part of her body. The thought of him finding every dark crevasse, each nook and cranny, and filling it with his presence. “Please be gentle,” she said and forced herself to relax against his probing digit.
“You know I can’t be,” he said and pulled his finger out. He pushed her onto her stomach across the chaise and rubbed her back. “I will be how I always am,” he continued and hiked her skirt up over her hips. He tore her delicate panties from her body and squeezed her ass cheek hard. “I am always as soft as possible,” he added, “but you don’t like it gentle. You know that as much as I do.”
She whimpered as he bent over her and bit the back of her neck. She arched her back and rose up to meet him; it was an instinctual response to the sensations she was going through. The excitement and nervousness of losing her ass to him, the anticipation of the pain and pleasure…and the absolute freedom of being his pet, his little dove, his to command.
His bite was harder than usual, he reached around and clamped a hand over her mouth and she felt tears running down her face. The shock of light ning-sharp pain shooting along her back was enough to make her cry. He must have felt her shudder, must have felt the tears on his hand and must have heard her muffled sob, but he bit harder.
She started to feel an orgasm build, from the darkness at the base of her spine, travel up and meet the pain. The two sensations clashed somewhere outside of her body, she was sure of it, and she cried out. He paused, as if to assess the situation, and she whispered, “Don’t stop,” against his hand. He didn’t. He bit again, rolled the skin in his teeth, pre ssed his cock against her back and pinned her in place with his hand on her mouth.
She wanted to thrash her head back and forth, she felt as though she must be giving birth to a demon, the combination of events on her body was so intense. The tears poured freely and she sobbed her release, her orgasm. It wasn’t crashing or violent this time though, it was an almost otherworldly feeling, as though she was being watched by ancient eyes. She was connecting with some primal energy that drove her on, rolling along a series of waves that seemed endless, never reaching shore.
He released his teeth and drew his tongue along the back of her neck, tracing the ridges of his teeth marks. “There you are, that’s my girl,” Dimitri said in her ear. “You can take it hard, little dove, you need it hard. You know this, life is hard and so are we. Our love is hard, but in the way that makes you realize we will live every single fucking day together and fight for every moment. We will never grow old and fat and complacent. I will wake up every morning and fight to have you, to fuck you and to keep you. That might be hard, but it’s the only way we know how.”
She nodded her head and he removed his hand. She gasped for breath and as the waves finally reached shore, she cried out, “I love you Dimi, I will fight for you until my dying moment.”
“Never talk of death,” he replied and jerked her back. “Never talk of your death, lest we tempt fate and bring it to us. The only death we will discuss is la petit mort , and how I will take you there again.”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m sorry. No death, but fuck…how do you do that to my body?” The tears were drying on her cheeks, but the shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm were still fluttering in her cunt.
“I do it to you as you do it to me,” he said and ran
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