Page 75 of Thorns from the Fall

With little effort, he throws me onto the bed, then grabs my ankles and tugs me to the edge. I cringe, thinking about how he’s probably standing on dirty laundry, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s never cared about that part of me, other than to demand that I stay, but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to keep any promises.

A chuckle escapes him as he looks at the dumped contents of the box on the ground, and I wonder what mortifying thing he’s found. But I don’t have time to say anything before he’s using one of my legs to flip me over.

“On your knees.”

I’ve always been pretty bold during sex, but every dominating command he’s given has made my pussy clench. It seems I like being told what to do.

Part of me doesn’t want to relinquish control, despite how much I might enjoy it. I’m lying on my stomach, and a devious voice whispers inside my head. I can’t hold myself back.

“Or what?” I ask, and with a suddenness that takes me by surprise, Roman smacks my ass with force and I can’t help but obey.

I squeal, and despite my obstinance, I rise to my knees. Something cold and wet hits me, right between my ass cheeks, and I gasp in shock. Nearly immediately, I realize it’s spit when he runs his tongue over my asshole, and I gasp.

“Oh my god,” I moan, collapsing forward onto my elbows. It shifts my body, lifting my ass higher in the air, and Roman doesn’t seem to care. He uses two large hands to spread me open as he licks me somewhere I’ve never been licked before.

I hadn’t expected this to feel so good.

“What the fuck?” I laugh, deliriously, hands fisting the sheets as I hang my head. I can’t move as Roman continues to lick messy, wet circles over me. He stiffens his tongue, pushing in just a hint, and I cry out. It’s such a foreign sensation, even though I’m not exactly unacquainted with anal play.

I’m panting heavily, and a drop of drool lands on the sheets beneath me. It’s such an intimate thing to do to someone, and it feels forbidden. After a few minutes of this, I wonder why the fuck it’s seen as taboo—because it feels amazing.

Briefly, I consider he’s preparing me to fuck my ass and kill me. Now that we’ve said everything there is to say between us, he could end things with me. Cock shoved into my tight asshole, he could fuck me and fill me and slice me open.

Something that doesn’t feel like a tongue presses up against my sensitive tightened muscle, and I think it’s probably one of my silicone plugs. I almost laugh because of course it’s my box of sex toys that I managed to knock over. He drags it through his spit, getting it wet, and I know it’s not enough. But I don’t have to worry for long because I hear the click of a bottle being opened. The lube is cold when it hits me, and he uses his thumb to rub it over my skin. A thumb to push it inside me. I bear down against it to make it easier, and my greedy asshole takes him with ease.

“You’re so eager, sweetheart,” he says, then he bites me. I gasp, back arching from the pain. As he drinks my blood from the rounded curve of my ass, he rubs the slickened plug over my sensitive hole, pushing in just a bit before stopping. It’s torturous, being teased like this. I push against the toy each time he does, hoping he’ll give in and push it inside me. But he doesn’t relent as he drinks from me, and I’m about to scream in frustration until I realize what he’s doing.

“Please,” I beg, not bothering to pretend I don’t need it. He breaks free from my skin, licking the spot he’d bit, and he chuckles as he rubs the toy in a circle over my taut flesh.

“Please what?”

“Put it in me. Fuck my ass. Whatever, I don’t care. Just do it,” I beg, words rushing out of me. I’m a wanton slut, eager for him to fuck my ass, and I don’t care.

He puts me out of my misery, pushing the plug all the way in as I press against it. With a satisfying popping sensation, I can tell it’s fully seated. He twists it so the flared base sits comfortably, and I sigh.

“Your ass is too perfect,” he says. “My pretty little whore.”

I know it’s not very ‘woke feminist’ of me to love him calling me degrading names, but here I am, squirming beneath the fucked up praise.

I drop my shoulder, reaching between my legs to play with my clit, and he chuckles.

“Greedy and impatient,” he says, putting his hands on my hips as his cock prods at my pussy.

“So impatient,” I emphasize, wiggling my hips as my fingers trace circles across my sensitive clit.

Slowly, he fills my needy cunt, and my body feels too full. With his thick cock inside me and the plug in my ass, the sensation is a satisfying one. I moan as he slides in deep. Hepushes on my back, shoving me down into the mattress, and it feels nice to be used while he methodically pounds into my body.

It’s a matter of minutes before I’m coming around him, too overstimulated and overwhelmed by all of it. I’m sure it boosts his ego because his words of praise drip with pride.

“Your body remembers who it belongs to,” he says, continuing to fuck me slowly.

There is no arguing with him because it's true. I’ve never been possessed so fully by someone. My mind hasn’t been able to shake Roman, revisiting every word exchanged. My body is meant to take him, and I feel stretched wide around his thick cock as he slowly pistons his hips. And my soul? It’s been damned since the moment I looked into his eyes without fear.

He bends over me, brushing my hair to the side to place a kiss between my shoulder blades.

“Blonde is your natural color?” he asks, slowing his thrusts as he straightens, rubbing a hand down my spine.

“Yeah, it is.”

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