He shifts, gripping the base of his raging cock. He presses the heavy head against my ass.
“No, wait!” I gasp.
He doesn’t wait.
He runs his cock up my soaking wet slit, drenching the head, and then he presses it right into my ass.
“Aghhhh!” The groan rips through me as Cole pushes me down hard against the vibrator, his cock ramming slowly, surely, all the way inside my ass.
I can’t move. I can’t escape. He’s got me pinned down with his knees on the back of my thighs, his cock driving all the way inside me, eight inches deep.
I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Never even had a finger in there.
The sensation is so intense, so all-encompassing, that it feels like I’m being turned inside out. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I’m impaled.
He shoves his cock all the way in until his hips are flush against my ass. And then he holds his cock there, forcing me to take the whole thing, forcing me to adjust, millimeter by millimeter, to his outrageous girth.
I’m sweating, I’m panting, I can’t stand it.
The only thing getting me through is the vibrator acting like an anesthetic, turning what could be intense pain into intense pleasure instead, through the magical alchemy of its relentless buzz.
In fact, if I rock my hips just the tiniest bit, my ass clenches around his cock and a pulse of pleasure rocks through me like a hammer stroke. Each tiny movement feels like I’m being fucked by a horse—stretching, straining, at the absolute limit of what my body can handle.
Cole moves with me. Not rough, not hard—slow, incremental strokes in and out of my ass, each one wrenching another deep groan out of me.
I’m cumming again, even harder than before. Cumming from the stimulation of nerves that have never been touched, that have no idea what kind of signal to send. I think my brain is bending in half.
Finally Cole pulls out. It feels like giving birth—like three feet of cock is sliding out of me.
“What the fuck,” I moan.
Cole massages my asscheeks once more, kneading those deep muscles that get used all day long but never seem to find relief.
The song is starting over. I realize it must have started over several times—he’s playing it on repeat.
I understand what’s about to happen all over again, and I have no control, no ability to stop. Usually that sense of powerlessness would make me snap. Would make me scream and cry and fight with all my might.
But I’m lulled by the vibrator, and by the countless orgasms flooding my body with pleasure chemicals.
Already I’m arching my back, presenting my ass to him. A Pavlovian response as my body seeks another round.
I can almost feel Cole smiling as he raises his hand, bringing it crashing down on my ass.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
I think I’m crying again.
While I beg for more.
“Harder,” I sob. “Hit me harder.”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Between spankings, Cole leans over and murmurs in my ear, “It’s okay to enjoy it. I know you don’t want to. I know it embarrasses you. But you need it. You’ve got all that guilt and shame built up inside of you . . . this is the only release. Because you know that after you get spanked, you’re not in trouble anymore. You can be forgiven. You’re a good girl.”
The words drift in and out of my ears, over the pounding beat of the music. I don’t know if Cole is actually speaking, or if it’s my own thoughts echoing in my head.
I want this.
I need it.
It’s the only way.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Already I’m anticipating the intense tearing, filling sensation of his cock. He slides it back in my ass and I groan not with pain, but with relief. With gratitude.
He fucks my ass slow and steady to the beat of the song.
I’m gonna run run away, run run away
Run away, run away and never come back . . .
I don’t know if I’m crying or moaning. Begging out loud or only in my head.
I don’t know how many times we’ve done this.
The song repeats over and over, and the cycle does too. He massages me, spanks me, fucks me, makes me cum. Massages me, spanks me, fucks me, makes me cum.
I have no sense of time. No idea how long we’ve been doing this. It could be hours or days.
I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want to be anywhere but here.
I’ve been drawn to Cole since the very beginning. My body always wanted him. It was only my mind that was afraid.
Cole growls in my ear, “Here’s what you need to understand Mara: it’s okay for bad things to feel good. You can take pleasure from whatever you want.”