I lay on the mattress, letting Sebastian alternate between fucking my pussy and fucking my mouth. At first it was strange, because I could taste myself on his cock, but it’s not actually unpleasant. I taste musky and slightly sweet. The feel of his cock thrusting into my mouth is almost as pleasurable as when he goes back to my pussy again.
My lips and tongue are swollen and sensitive, and my nipples still ache from the clothespins. Every time he starts fucking me again, my bare breasts rub against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure down my body.
I don’t know what the hell is happening to me.
I’ve been missing Sebastian so badly, I’ve been so fucking miserable thinking that he’d never touch me again, that I’d let him do anything to me. Every time he touches me, I feel such a powerful relief that it doesn’t matter if he’s rough or angry, it all feels good.
Actually, I want it rough.
I want to know that he’s feeling this just as hard as I am.
If he came down here and he fucked me coldly, clinically, I couldn’t stand it.
I want to know that he still has desire inside of him, even if it tears me apart.
I hear him panting and grunting, I see the sweat on his skin, I see that crazed look in his eye like he wants to devour me whole. I want it all, more and more and more.
I feel half out of my mind myself. I’m clawing at his back, biting his shoulder, urging him on to fuck me harder and deeper. I want the pleasure and I want the pain. I want the punishment. I deserve it.
Sebastian kisses me ferociously, biting my lip.
“Tell me you’ll do anything I say,” he growls.
“I will.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“More than anything.”
“Then turn over and put your face down, and your ass up.”
Obediently, I flip over, putting my face down against the mattress, kneeling with my hips raised.
“Pull your cheeks apart,” he orders.
For the first time, I feel a shiver of real fear.
I was willing to please Sebastian any way I could. But I wasn’t expecting this.
All of a sudden I feel horribly exposed.
I’m embarrassed to do what he asked, and afraid of what he’ll demand next.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sebastian says, coldly.
Eyes squeezed shut and face burning, I reach around to cup my ass cheeks in my hands, pulling them slightly apart.
Now I’m totally exposed, and I almost want to tell him to stop. But another part of me, the deeper part, the part that refuses to give up or give in, has decided that I’m going all the way to the end of the line. Whatever that might be.
I let out a little shriek as I feel Sebastian bury his face in my pussy. His tongue feels almost unbearably hot and eager. But the surprise of his tongue against my clit is nothing compared to the surprise I feel as he starts to work his way upward . . .
He eats my pussy, and then he eats my ass. It’s simultaneously humiliating and incredibly erotic. I’ve never been touched there in my life. I should be disgusted, but instead, I feel the shockingly pleasurable sensation of his hot, warm tongue stimulating me in the most forbidden place. I start to relax a little. Sebastian uses his fingers to rub my clit while his tongue massages my ass. And it feels really fucking good.
I press my face harder into the mattress to stifle my moans. I can’t admit how much I like this.
Sebastian rubs my pussy with one hand, and with the other, he slides a finger into my ass.
I stiffen up, and he barks, “Relax!”
I try to do as he ordered. I try to accept what he’s doing, while my body revolts against being penetrated in this brand-new place.
The feeling is intense and mildly uncomfortable. Sebastian keeps massaging my clit at the same time. And relentlessly, inexorably, my body seems to decide that this whole area is erotic, inside and out. All of it is sensual, all of it feels good.
The more I relax, the more I can accept his finger sliding gently in and out of my ass. It’s weird, but it actually feels pretty fucking incredible.
That is, until Sebastian presses the heavy head of his cock against my ass instead.
“Don’t!” I gasp. “You’re too big!”
If his finger was that intense, I can’t even imagine how his cock will feel.
“You want me to stop?” he asks again.
I hesitate.
I don’t know what will happen if I tell him to stop. Maybe he’ll leave, and this whole encounter will be over. This could be my only chance to reconnect with him. Or maybe he’ll forgive me either way. There’s no way to know for sure.
The truth is, I’m not actually trying to prove anything to Sebastian.
I’m proving it to myself.
What I said was true—I’ll do anything for him.
Before, I made a decision based off fear and selfishness.
I won’t do that again. Even if it scares me, even if I’m embarrassed . . . I want to see what will happen if I give myself to him, without holding anything back.
“No,” I say. “Don’t stop. I’m yours—fuck me any way you want.”
Sebastian rubs his cock between my pussy lips to get it wet and slippery. Then he presses the head against my ass again. I take a deep breath, trying to relax.
Slowly he starts to push his cock into my ass.
It’s like taking my virginity all over again, but ten times worse. The tightness of the fit is insanity. It seems to take forever just to get the first few inches in.
Sebastian goes slow, but it’s just so fucking intense. I can feel every millimeter of his cock. He’s stretching and filling me like nothing I’ve experienced before.
My ass is even more sensitive than my pussy. I can feel everything more. Sebastian has aroused this whole area, so it’s experiencing sensation in an entirely new way. But it’s still making my body sweat and shake, because my brain doesn’t quite know how to interpret this kind of sensory input.
Finally, Sebastian’s cock is all the way inside. It feels enormous, the size of a baseball bat. It feels impossible.
He stays still for a moment, to let me get used to it. Then he starts fucking my ass with slow, shallow thrusts.
It’s tight going in, and tight pulling out. The tightness never relaxes, not for a second. It means I can feel every part of his cock, head and shaft, every ridge and vein. I can feel his cock twitch and pulse deep inside of me.
Sebastian drops down on top of me, his weight on his elbows on either side of me, his chest pressed against my back. He’s still thrusting into my ass, trying to be gentle, but I can hear from his groans how good this feels for him, how hard it is to hold back.
“You like that?” I whisper.
“It’s fucking unreal . . .” he groans.
“Then cum up my ass, Daddy . . . I want it . . .”
Sebastian pulls me on my side so he’s spooning me, still inside me. He starts to rub my clit with his long, strong fingers, while he keeps thrusting shallowly in and out of my ass.
It’s so intense that I can hardly think, can hardly breathe. The noises coming out of me are raw and guttural. I feel dirty and naughty, and wildly aroused. I want to make Sebastian cum this way, as the ultimate submissive act. But it’s me who starts to shiver and clench, my body so full of pleasure that it can’t be contained any longer. I need release.
I grind my pussy against Sebastian’s hand. That makes my ass squeeze all the harder around his cock. Sebastian starts to thrust a little faster and I grind a little harder, my whole body burning with this new combination of sensations.
The orgasm builds hard and fast, doubling and doubling again, until I can’t hold it back a moment longer. I press my clit against his palm, and I feel a deep and wrenching climax that hits me inside and out, that makes my whole body vibrate.
At the same time, Sebastian explodes. I feel his cock twitch, then I feel the distinct pulses of his cum shooting up inside of me. The molten cum pours out of him, hot and thick. Sebastian lets out a roar.
We both collapse on the mattress, panting and sweaty, scratched and bruised. The sex was aggressive and animalistic. Rough and dirty.
And yet . . . I don’t feel upset. I don’t feel used.
I feel strangely satisfied. Like I was given something I didn’t even know I needed.
For the first time since our wedding, I’m not thinking about the mistake I made, and all the awful things that happened afterward.
My brain seems washed clean of all that, at least for the moment.
I’m only listening to Sebastian’s breath and my own. I feel his heavy arms wrapped around me. He hasn’t let go of me yet—I’m praying he won’t.
With Sebastian holding me, I can finally fall into a deep and lasting sleep.
