Page 30 of Tavarr's Mate
We arrive in the bedroom sooner than I would like, and I start slipping my gown over my shoulders while Tavarr stands back and watches, his unblinking eyes taking in my every move. I don’t dare disobey, and the gown soon pools at my feet. I step out of it and walk to the bed, feeling more exposed and naked than ever before, especially when his eyes darken further.
Oh God. Can I really do this? I peer over my shoulder at my stern-faced mate. Then I glance at his large six-fingered hands, and my bottom tingles at the prospect of a spanking.
After a deep breath, I approach the side of the bed, part my legs slightly, and bend over to his liking.
Only one thing left to do now.
I gulp and tentatively reach around, then grab hold of my ass cheeks and pull my bottom wide apart just as Tavarr instructed. The windows are open, and the caress of the breeze on my secret hole amplifies my feelings of exposure.
He moves around the room, opening and closing drawers. He places the box of anal plugs on the bed, next to my head, as well as the sizeable bottle of lubrication he’d purchased. My face flames and my breath catches in my throat. All the while, my pussy clenches harder and harder, until the telltale sensation of my arousal leaking from my intimate core touches my inner thigh. I long to close my legs together and hide the evidence of my excitement, but the instant I contemplate disobeying, my bottom cheeks tingle with the phantom impression of a punishing slap.
Tavarr runs a hand down my back and I shiver. He steps closer, so near the heat of his huge muscular body waves onto mine. He cups my pussy and gives a low animalistic growl.
“So wet already, and I’ve hardly touched you, Katrina. I think you’re more excited about having your little asshole stretched and filled up than you’re willing to admit.”
My face flames hotter. I whimper and turn my head, unable to stare at the box of plugs and the lube any longer. The anticipation has my stomach tied into intricate knots, and my whole body is trembling, craving yet dreading the first push of a plug into my bottom hole.
Tavarr swirls a finger around my swollen nubbin, and I gasp and jerk against his hand. He pauses and gathers more moisture from my core, then spreads it slowly over my clit before resuming the precise circles on my most sensitive spot. I lurch on my tiptoes when he removes his hand from my center without warning. When I release a frustrated groan, he gives my upper thighs each a hard slap. The sting coalesces with my growing arousal, making everything below my waist throb unbearably.
“Please, Tavarr,” I peer over my shoulder, meeting his dark unfathomable gaze. “Please let me come now.”
He shakes his head and reaches for the lubrication. “You may come after the plug is seated fully in your ass, sweet human. I suggest you stop trying to rub yourself on the edge of the bed. If you make yourself come before I give you permission, trust me, you will sorely regret it. Now be a good girl and keep holding your ass cheeks apart.”
I bury my face in the covers and take deep breaths, still holding the awkward position, despite my agony and longing for a release. I tense when the sound of a bottle clicking open breaks the silence. A moment later, he trickles the cool lube down my spread crevice. He smooths the moisture against my clenching asshole before pushing inside with a series of shallow thrusts.
Gasp after gasp leaves me, and I fight to catch my breath as Tavarr goes deeper and deeper. Oh my God. The odd sensation. The delicious pressure. The embarrassment of being penetrated in my most secret of places. All combine to set my pulse racing, and, before I realize what I’m doing, I push back against his delving finger, aching for him to penetrate me harder and deeper.
“Such a good girl.”
I flush under his praise, my entire body heated by his words alone. He shifts behind me and reaches for the box while still continuing the insistent thrusts into my tight hole. I peek out from the covers in time to witness him flipping the box open. He selects a medium sized plug. I stiffen and gasp, upset that he didn’t choose the smallest one.
“Wh-what are you doing? That’s the wrong size for me. Ohhh—ouch!”
The second I started protesting, he withdrew his digit from my ass and smacked the back of my thigh, right below my bottom where my skin is especially tender. The sharp sting brings tears to my eyes, but I blink hard to dispel them and turn around to glare at Tavarr.
The scolding look he’s set on me has me faltering. I swallow hard and try to appear repentant for my outburst. Is he going to stop everything and spank me now? For the umpteenth time, my bottom cheeks tingle at the prospect.
“I-I’m sorry, Tavarr,” I quickly say, “Please forgive me.”
He lifts an eyebrow at me and holds up the plug. “Your asshole is tight, Katrina, but you are so aroused right now that I believe you can handle something larger than the smallest plug in the box. I aim to stretch you and prepare you for taking my cock in the near future. Now turn back around and behave, or I can easily select an even larger plug.”
I again hide my face in the covers, praying I can truly accommodate the medium sized plug during my first time. I remind myself that Tavarr is my bonded mate and I trust him. The plug will be a challenge to accept, but I will surely manage, if only to please my mate. Ever since we bonded, the deep desire to please him has resonated in my soul, guiding my thoughts and actions and making me crave him with every fiber of my being.
The cool tip of the plug touches my anus. I suck in a deep breath and try to keep my bottom relaxed for the imminent invasion. But it’s difficult not to remain tensed when I know a plug is about to be pushed all the way into my bottom hole.
I tremble and cry out the second Tavarr starts inching the plug inside, applying slow thrusts, as he’d done earlier with his finger.
The pressure and fullness are overwhelming, but to my utter shock, it doesn’t hurt beyond a faint sting. Soon my whimpers turn to moans, and gradually the slight pain fades until there’s nothing but blinding pleasure.
“There.” Tavarr steps back. “It’s all the way inside you.”
Having to remain spread, while my aching center doesn’t receive any relief, is about to break me. I lift my ass and look at my mate. “Please, please touch me. Please touch my pussy.”
He moves my hands off my bottom. “Reach underneath yourself and stroke your clit, Katrina, but don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
Oh, sweet relief. I shoot him a grateful look and then hurry to soothe the pulsing need between my thighs. I dip two fingers into my vast moisture before spreading it over my hugely engorged clit. A zing of euphoria takes my breath away, and I’m careful as I touch myself, only applying the smallest pressure as I swirl my digits over my nubbin.
As I’m pleasuring myself, I hear the familiar sounds of Tavarr removing his clothes. The ache in my core deepens, because I know he’s going to shove his huge length in my pussy and start pounding away.
