Page 17 of Bought

Then I feel him pull out of my pussy. I haven’t come yet. Neither has he. What’s happening?

The answer to that becomes apparent when he pushes his fingers inside my pussy, swirls them around to gather all the juices he can, and then smears the liquid of my arousal over my tight little anus.

“No,” I gasp.

“Yes,” he leers, his fingers now toying with my sensitive little hole. The one I’ve never let anyone get close to. The feeling of him touching me there is difficult to process. I think it should feel bad, but it doesn’t feel bad. My anus is more sensitive than I realized, and now that my pussy has been left bereft of any touch, everything is about that little aperture.

“Ethan…”

He’s starting to push the tip of a finger inside me. Tightening my bottom only makes it hurt.

“Let me in, Casey,” he orders softly. “Let me fuck your bottom as punishment for being a naughty girl.”

I’ve never had anal sex before. And I’m about to have it in the back of a car going sixty down the highway with a driver who I know must be hearing at least some of this. Those partitions aren’t soundproof.

I let out a squeal of surprise as he yanks me off his lap and pushes me down on the long seat. Ethan handles me like I’m inanimate. Something to be moved around at his whim, put into position to suit his desire.

“Hold your cheeks open,” he commands.

When I don’t react immediately, he reaches for my hands and draws them back to my bottom, placing one on each cheek. “Open.”

I’m glad I’m face down in leather, because I couldn’t stand for him to be looking me in the eye as I do as I am told with less reluctance than I’d like. Ethan Keller is a terrible person. I have no reason to like him. But when he says he wants my holes, something inside me makes me want to give him whatever the hell he wants.

I do as I am told and for a long moment, he just looks. I can feel that cold gaze on me, taking my most intimate areas in as they lie on lewd display before him. This has to break a dozen laws. We’re not wearing seatbelts.

It’s the wrong time to be thinking about safety. I feel him grasp a thick handful of my hair and then he lowers his head down to my bottom. I feel his tongue there, hot and wet between my cheeks and then… on my anus itself. I gasp and clench, but my hands keep my cheeks from closing as Ethan Keller’s tongue bathes me in the last spot I ever thought he’d dare kiss.

This man is perverted. But this feels incredible. My eyes fly open wide as the tip of his tongue swirls around my bottom hole. I feel dirty. I feel perverse. I feel strangely cared for, a naughty runaway kitten being tended by a much bigger male.

No man I have ever been with would do this. I’ve been with guys who wouldn’t go down on my pussy at all. Ethan Keller just took charge and blew the memory of every single last one of them out of the water.

My pussy is responding jealously to the attention my ass is getting. I can feel my inner walls clenching, my lips starting to flower and swell with desire. But Ethan doesn’t give my sex even the lightest touch. It is all about my ass.

He teases that bud with the very tip of his tongue, makes me feel how sensitive it is. Little trickles of arousal are finding their way through my body at his urging. My breath condensates against the leather beneath me as he utters a growl and rears up above me. I hear something click. A cap maybe. And then the heat from his mouth is replaced with cool liquid drizzling down the crevice of my ass. It pools in the indentation of my anus, and continues to slither down across my lower lips down to the upholstery. We’re going to make a mess, one Ethan won’t be cleaning up.

He hasn’t said a word. Doesn’t need to. I’m saying them all to myself in my head. I am about to be fucked in the ass.

The head of his cock presses against the tightest part of me. I don’t think it can fit, but he makes it fit.

“Breathe,” he advises as I whimper.

It would hurt more if I wasn’t so horny, but even so it hurts enough. My ass is not used to this. The tight ring of my sphincter tries to resist the hard rod of his cock as he pushes it in.

“Put your hands back,” he says. “Hold your ass open.”

I do as he says, hoping it will make it easier on me. It does, a little, but it is also much more embarrassing to be fucked in the ass and be helping him to do it. This is a punishment, and I’m complicit in it.

The hard rod of his cock sinks deeper as my bottom gives way to him. I hear him grunting over the road noise of the car rumbling through city streets. The feeling of being impaled in my ass is like none I could ever have imagined. It’s very different from my pussy, harder to take, and without the same inner sensations. My bottom was not made for fucking, but he is going to fuck it anyway.

“Hold those cheeks open,” he reminds me gruffly, his cock sinking slowly into my spread asshole. It’s a slow intrusion and it comes with the rumbling beneath me as the car traverses the streets. This is shameful. This is filthy. My face is pressed against the car door, my arms are arched behind me, my hands spreading the cheeks he whipped with a belt yesterday.

And his cock is sinking inside me. His cock feels like hard, hot steel as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle that protects my tender bottom. He will leave me with no hole unused. He will fuck me and come in me and he will use me until he is satisfied.

I hear the pleasure of his groans as he pushes deeper still, making my muscle yield to him, using a part of me that was never intended for this purpose. There’s a tightness and a stretching. It hurts a little, but he doesn’t care that it hurts. He wants it to hurt. He wants to punish me.

With every inch he pushes inside me, he proves his dominion over me. “Next time, it won’t just be my cock,” he growls. “I can find a dozen things to push inside your little ass, stretch you out so wide you could take multiple men at once. Maybe that’s what I should do to you. Share you out among the people you’re trying to fuck over, and let them fuck you.”

It’s a bullshit threat, but he’s an asshole for saying it. Is he trying to frighten me? Or is he testing me? Seeing if the threat of multiple men does anything for me. It doesn’t.

---