Page 57 of Her Nightshade

“I want you to fuck me,” I replied quickly, the words tumbling out in my desperation.

“How?” she pressed, her brow arching.

I hesitated. She knew exactly what I wanted, but saying it out loud felt like jumping off a cliff, thrilling and terrifying all at once.

“Speak, Charlie,” she repeated, her tone commanding yet still soft.

“I—I want you to fuck my ass,mi diosa. Please,” I said, my voice faltering.

She tilted her head, her brows pulling together, unsatisfied. My heart leapt into my stomach as I panicked, my need to please her overwhelming.

“I want you to fuck my ass,mi diosa,” I repeated, this time with a tone lower and more certain. “Please.”

She crouched down, setting the leash and collar aside, her hand reaching for my cheek. “You can tell me to stop if you don’twant this, Charlie,” she said softly. “If it’s not the right time, just say the word. I won’t be upset.”

Her confidence wavered for the briefest moment and I shook my head quickly.

“No, please. I want this, Ana. More than anything,” I admitted, my breath shaky. “But I’m scared. I’m scared you won’t like it. I’m scared you’ll think less of me if I do.”

Her hazel eyes softened as she leaned in closer, both of her hands now softly cupping my cheeks. “Baby, you don’t have to hide that part of yourself. I want this too. Do you have any idea how fucking hot this all is?” she asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

She was pulling me back out of my darkness and back into that deep desire. “Fuck, I do, Ana. Seeing you like this…” My gaze scanned over her body. “Please.”

Her smile widened as she stood gracefully, clasping the collar around my neck and attaching the leash. With a gentle tug, she guided me to crawl after her into our bedroom. The view of her perfect ass, swaying with each confident step, was something I’d never tire of.

Inside the room, she had prepared everything: a towel neatly laid out on the bed, lube, a butt plug, and a smaller dildo arranged meticulously. My heart raced at the sight, my body trembling with anticipation.

Ana turned to me, the leash wrapped loosely in her hand. She gave a soft pull, bringing me to the edge of the bed.

“On the bed, baby. All fours,” she commanded, her voice a perfect balance of softness and authority.

I obeyed without hesitation, positioning myself on my hands and knees. My heart pounded in my chest, my muscles taut as she circled me, her gaze heavy, inspecting me like I was her prized possession.

She stopped behind me and kneeled down, her warm hands trailing up the backs of my thighs, over my ass, and along my lower back. “You look so good like this,” she murmured. “So fucking good, Charlie.”

Her words alone nearly unraveled me, my cock throbbing painfully as I lowered myself onto my elbows, pressing my forehead against the bed. My body tensed when her hands spread me open, leaving me completely vulnerable.

“Relax, baby,” she whispered. “We’ll go slow.”

I nodded, too breathless to speak. I heard the sound of the lube bottle clicking open in the quiet room, and I imagined her spreading it across her fingers. My body tensed instinctively, but her hands returned as she began to massage the tight ring of muscle.

“Breathe, Charlie,” she whispered. “Let me in.”

I exhaled shakily, focusing on the warmth of her touch, on the trust I felt in every word she said. Slowly, I relaxed as she worked me open, one finger sliding inside. She paused, letting me adjust, before adding another. The initial discomfort eased, replaced by a slow, growing pleasure.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “You’re doing so well for me,mi amor.”

Her praise melted me, a groan escaping me as my body surrendered completely. Pleasure began to coil in my stomach, my cock twitching beneath me.

“Ana, fuck,” I breathed, my voice strained. “That feels…”

“Good?” she asked, her fingers pressing against a spot that made my whole body jerk. “Like this?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Just like that.”

She chuckled softly, her free hand trailing up my spine. “I knew you’d love this. You just needed to trust yourself. And me.”

“I do,” I whispered. “I trust you with everything.”

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