Page 33 of Forever His Brat

“No, not yet anyway.” She shivered, half in dramatics.

“Well, since this is new, I used the mildest one and if it gets to be too much tell me right away, got it?”

He knew she preferred not to have safewords during punishment, but this was different. It wasn’t exactly a standard punishment and neither of them knew how she’d react. She relaxed. “Yes Daddy.”

“Ready for more?” He teased the hole, dipping a little bit deeper.

She hesitated and then blew out a long breath. “Yes, I think so.”

Two fingers pushed into her easily with the thick coating of lube, especially as she’d already been primed. He let them sit there for a second before moving them just a little so she could get used to the feeling.

The sensation was so unique she honestly couldn’t tell if she liked or hated it, just that it was powerful. When she didn’t complain or protest, he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out. The friction caused an immediate escalation, and she couldn’t help tightening around them.

Her heart sped up and she could hear it thudding loudly in the dark. “That’s—it’s incredibly …” Again, she ran out of words to explain.

“Incredibly bad? Incredibly good? Talk to me, Charlie girl.”

“Good—I think? It’s hard to describe. It’s a lot like iceplay, except it doesn’t melt.”

“Hmm, you’re going to have to relax. Stop clenching that probably makes it worse.”

Did it?That’s how it was with ginger.She squeezed a few times to test it, but it didn’t seem to get any colder. “I don’t think so.”

He laughed and used his free hand to smack her. “You still have to relax, girl. You’re impeding the process here.”

Oh right. She shifted a little and slowly unclenched her muscles so he could move his fingers freely. The cool tingling sensation briefly grew, but as he worked in and out of her ass it gradually plateaued at a level that was just short of being too much. She couldn’t stay still.

“How’s it feeling, Charlie? You’re doing an awful lot of squirming there.”

She loved it. She hated it. She didn’t even know what to say. “I—Daddy it’s… it feels… I—just…”

“Use your words, sweetheart. I’m not sure if I should stop or—”

“No! Nope, don’t stop! Please… it’s just making it really hard to think.” And that was the problem because it seemed to be dragging every bit of focus to her backside. She wasn’t able to concentrate enough to talk coherently.

When he pulled his fingers free, she had a second of disappointment as all the sensation suddenly died down to a low throbbing. But Sam wasn’t close to done yet. He fiddled around behind her and there was the sound of a ripping package that had her twisting around anxiously.

He was backlit in the light from the half-closed bathroom door, which meant everything he was doing was in shadow. “What are you doing?”

“Guess?” he asked, teasing.

Before she could manage a response, he gave her the answer. The tip of his cock pressed insistently against her hole and began to sink into her one inch at a time. There was no need to fight his way in, she was well-prepared for his hard length and there was hardly any effort to sink deep into her body.

That was the best part of doing anal, that feeling of being stretched and stuffed tight. When he began to move it was slow, but that was only until he settled in deep. Once his hands gripped her by the hips, she knew things were about to pick up.

She slid her knees a little further apart for balance as her hands fisted in the sheets and then he was pulling back and driving home in one quick snap of his hips. The sheer power of it rocked her forward, but his hands just dragged her back into place as he plowed in again.

He set a harsh pace. Hard slapping thrusts drew them together and then pushed them apart at a speed so aggressive it took her breath away. Soon she had buried her face in the sheets, crying out and moaning as he impaled her with his hard erection.

She couldn’t have said for sure how long he lasted. It felt like an eternity and at the same time it was over too quickly. A dozen thrusts, maybe two dozen, punctuated with stinging slaps to her backside and then that sudden tense pause as his body strained.

She knew him so well she could almost always tell when he was just about to explode, and this time was no different. Sam’s grip tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh until it hurt. The rhythm stopped for just a second.

And then he jerked her back against him and slammed home with a vigorous thrust as he cried out her name. No matter how lost in sensation she was, that moment always pulled her back into herself, at least temporarily, and she loved hearing her name on his lips.

She was his, but he was just as much hers; the fact that it washername he shouted in the moment of his climax was proof of that. Submissive or not, hearing that shattered cry made her feel powerful.

It was basically over at that point, but he was never in a hurry to disengage after he came. Instead, he forced out a few more erratic thrusts to make the most of the moment. When he stopped moving it was to collapse on his side and pull her down with him, so her ass was snugged up against his thighs.

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