Page 43 of Unholy Union
“I don’t think,” he says, swooping forward. He grabs me by the throat, giving me a tight squeeze, and plants a kiss on my lips to further knock me off my game. “IknowI will be. It’s only fitting that I take yourothervirginity—and what better night to remind you whose ass it belongs to then after you were shaking it with another man?”
Panic spreads as he flips the cap on the bottle of lube and then steps back behind me. I’ve never given anal much thought, especially not with my worst enemy and never like this.
I tug at the tie binding my wrists. The wool material scratches at me, the knot still securely in place.
“Cato, this isn’t funny!” I whine.
He’s hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and started sliding them down my hips.
“Relax, principessa,” he says, his tone calm. “You can take it. Maybe… you’ll even enjoy it.”
My hands ball into fists, my breathing turning into sharp gasps.
There’s a crinkle behind me. He’s squeezed the plastic lube bottle and has squirted a generous amount onto my ass.
I shudder at the warm, slick feel of it.
“Trust me when I say I’ll loosen this tiny, puckered hole,” he says matter-of-factly. He palms my ass cheek, his wide hand spreading me wide enough that I can feel the cool air in theroom. It feels strangely good, almost enough to distract me from what else is about to happen.
The lube slides in between my cheeks, so wet and slippery. Cato rubs the liquid into me until I’m coated in the stuff.
“You should see you like this,” he says. “Arms bound, on your knees, ass out, streaked in red, slicked in lube… about to take me for the first time, Sabrina. I’m already fucking hard, but I’ll prepare you a little first.”
A small yelp leaves me as I feel his fingertip glide across my rear hole. It’s subtle and quick at first, until he makes a second pass and then gently pushes at the puckered opening.
I draw in a breath and close my eyes. For as panicked as I am, I’m also curious. I’m still wet, pussy achy and throbbing.
Cato must notice this, because as he teases my puckered hole, he uses his other hand to do the same to my pussy. He reaches under me and starts rubbing at my clit like he already knows just how I like to be touched.
I press my forehead harder into the duvet and concentrate on that sensation. His fingers on my clit, rubbing slow circles in the pattern that gets me off. The same motion I’ve used when I’ve masturbated alone in my room.
It’s so distracting that, at first, I don’t notice he’s slowly easing his finger inside my ass. He’s pushing against the resistance he encounters, though not forcefully. He’s letting the lube do the work, slicking him deeper.
My teeth catch my bottom lip at the conflicting sensations. The feeling of Cato rubbing my pussy while he pushes a finger knuckle-deep into my ass.
I squirm where I am, trying to make sense of how strange it feels. How different it is to havethathole penetrated.
“Look at that,” Cato says as if voicing my thoughts aloud. He strums my clit with his thumb and makes me shudder. “You’re taking a finger, Sabrina. I bet I can have you taking two soon.Then we’ll get my cock to fit. With how wet your pussy is? Something tells me you’ll like it more than you think.”
An accidental moan slips out of me as he rubs my clit and tingly pleasure spreads.
But as much as I hate to admit it, my husband’s right. He plays my body like an instrument he’s already mastered, rubbing my pussy while slicking his finger in and out of my asshole. Then, after minutes of this torture, he cautiously adds a second.
He makes sure to let me know how well I take it.
…and another spark of pleasure pulses through me. Another confusing reminder that I hate Cato Valente while my body seems to answer his every touch.
“Fuck, this is so god damn hot,” he says, two fingers deep in my ass. “You’re opening right up. I can’t wait to feel this tight, hot ass wrapped around my dick.”
He twists his fingers inside me, working them in and out. His pace increases, fingers sliding in deep and then back out ’til my sphincter.
The intrusive sensation grows on me. My mind makes sense of it, combined with how good it feels to have my clit rubbed.
I let out a breathy pant and push my hips back toward him as if asking for more. Really it’s my body acting on its own. I’ve lost any sense of control, any semblance of shame.
And though I hate my husband no less, he knows just how to push my buttons.
He flicks my clit and sinks his two fingers deep. He pours more lube and tells me how well I’ve done opening up for him.
