Never Have I Ever (27 page)

I furrowed my brow in confusion. “That’s not really necessary is it, Sir?”

“Oh you’ll thank me for it, sweetness. It will make for easier clean up and help in the lubrication department. Next time I won’t be using one, however.” He held it up between his index and middle finger. “This is your one free pass.”

“Alright,” I
said,
trepidation clear in my tone. I took the packet from him and slid back a bit to stroke his cock in preparation.

“For the record, this part was going to happen tonight anyway. I just wanted to do it a little differently. Either way, we’ll start slow. The last thing I want is for this to be a terrible experience for you. I will keep pushing you though. If at any time you can’t handle it then don’t be afraid to use your safe word. That’s why it exists.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Noah’s hand slid between my legs. His fingers slinked past my clit to bathe in the moisture there. It felt so wonderful to be touched by him again that I nearly lost my balance. I had to prop one hand on his chest in order to not topple over. He gathered up what wetness he could and moved to massage the little rosebud of my anus. I tensed out of reflex.

“You’re fine,” he assured me. He gave me a soft kiss. “Just relax.”

No sooner did he say that then was a finger working its way into me, persuading the tight hole to open up. I tore the small packet and slipped the lubricated condom on him. When he lifted me by my hips I thought he was going to go straight for the goal, but instead his cock glided into my waiting cunt. I gasped out at the sudden yet welcome intrusion.

“Go on, ride me. Get it nice and wet.”

I rocked my hips against him, wanting more than anything to just be allowed to come with him inside me like this. His fingers probed at my ass while I bounced unhurriedly up and down on him. Each stroke felt like I was rising further into the heavens. My breasts danced across his chest as I moved. First one, then two of his fingers pulled me open. I mewled and squirmed above him like a bitch in heat.

“Are you ready?” Noah asked after a couple of minutes.

Better sooner rather than later, I thought.
“Yes, Sir.”

He pulled out of me and positioned his cock against my anus. “Guide me in, pet. This will be one of only a handful of times I’ll ever allow you to take control.”

I tried to prevent myself from shaking as the head of his cock pressed against me. I breathed out and pushed down on him, coaxing the tension through my upper body and into his shoulders as I dug my nails into his skin. It hurt. Of course it hurt. Foreign objects didn’t belong there. It was a fluctuating pain from dull to sharp in its own way. As I managed to find the miraculous wherewithal to open up enough and let the throbbing head pop in I began to breathe once more.

While the look on Noah’s face was that of a man clearly enjoying himself, he said nothing until I gave him a worried look.

“Doing great, sweetness; keep going.”

I attempted any angle so as it might hurt less, though found no such thing. I inched my weight down, impaling myself on his shaft quarter inch by quarter inch. Goosebumps rippled across my body at the strange new sensations and my nipples hardened.

Roughly half way down I was compelled to stop. My body went rigid. I leaned into him, my breathing shallow and through the pain, “It hurts, Sir. It really hurts. I can’t take it!”

Noah grabbed my waist and held me fast as I started to rise up off him. “You can and you will. Remember who owns you, little slut. Remember that you are here to serve me. Every part of your body belongs to me, including this one.”

Tears welled up in my eyes from the combination of pain and my burning desire to push past my fears if only to make him happy.

“Almost there, my pet,” he encouraged. His hands ran up my sides to cup my breasts with a calming touch. “You can do this.”

I nodded and breathed out a “Yes, Sir,” before straightening up and forcing myself, in one solid movement, as far down as I could in my current straddling position.

“Good girl,” Noah said with pride, “Very good girl. You did it.”

For a moment I just sat in the wash of pain and pleasure while I adjusted to the thickness of his shaft inside me. He pulled me a little closer so he could take the nipple of my right breast in his mouth while he
kneaded
the other in his hand. Even though my body wouldn’t obey me when I told it to relax, his contact made every tremor in me cease. The fullness I felt while his cock stretched my submissive body open rattled me just as it brought me to a new height. My pussy tightened, jealous for the lack of attention.

Noah’s returning voice snapped me out of my
daze
. “Do you want to ride me or would you prefer I take over from here?”

There was no way I was influencing my body to move now that I had slid all the way down onto his cock. “I want you to do it, Sir. Please. I don’t think I can.”

“Hold onto me as tight as you can.”

I locked my arms around his neck and shoulders. He held me to him, still embedded inside me, and stood up to change our position so I was lying on my back on the couch. When I got comfortable Noah pulled himself up to run his hands along the curves of my body. Without a word be began to move. I never thought that missionary would be a good position for anal. Everything I ever heard or read about it said the best way was on all fours. I was wrong in that assumption. It almost seemed to ease the tension in me; a psychological way of tricking my brain into thinking it was as natural as ordinary sex.

Fire shot through my body as he started to pump in and out. He bent my right leg up so that it wasn’t dangling off the couch. His rhythm increased. The smell of sweat from the both of us hit the air. I grimaced at the pain of each forward thrust and sighed out with pleasure and relief every time he pulled back.

“Jesus you’re so fucking tight,” he said between his slow, deep plunges. “How are you holding up, sweetness?”

I was breathing hard, but it was a pain I could endure. “It still hurts, Sir, but it’s getting better.”

“You’ll get used to it. Tell me if you need it slower or faster.”

“You can go a little faster, Sir.”

As if the words were sweet music to his ears, he bared down on me more. I sucked in a breath and my hands pressed against his stomach out of instinct to push him off. Oh God it hurt so wonderfully.

“Move your hands, pet,” he said. I tried to, but my fingers instead dug further in. My body was not obeying me. He’d have none of it. “Move them or I tie them.”

Apparently I didn’t move them fast enough. In a flash he grabbed his belt from the floor and synched my wrists together. All the while his hips never stopped their assault on my ass. He wrapped the end of the belt around his hand and tugged my wrists over my head. My fingers strained against the arm of the couch. I plastered my eyes closed, all at once realizing the throbbing ache had morphed into pleasure somewhere along the way. Every gasp of pain lifted and was replaced with cries of pleasure. I churned beneath him, the utter helplessness of my bound hands fueling my complete submission.

My whole body quaked. “Oh, that feels great.”

The words spurred him on. He dared to dive deeper, harder. I squealed and wriggled below him. Each and every thrust stretched me out wider until nothing save pleasure consumed me. Noah released the belt. I kept my arms above my head but watched as his free hand moved to attack my clit. He alternated rubbing it and slapping it. His fingers claimed the wetness of my cunt. There were no more coherent thoughts for me then, only a string of vocalizations of half-formed sounds and curses and pleas to every heavenly entity I could possibly call out to for these feelings to never stop.

Not that I didn’t mean it before when I said the words to him, but tonight confirmed in my mind that I belonged to Noah now.
In totality.
Every time we were together the sum of his existence sent me spiraling to brand new heights, delving into the zenith of the Nevers I so longed to experience. I didn’t ever want to not be his to do with as he pleased. I didn’t ever want to leave life as his possession, as his lover, as his lady.

His hand slapped at the lips of my pussy several times while he buried his cock deep in my ass over and over. My muscles clenched around him. My body tensed and strained to keep time. Wetness seeped from my sex and dribbled down to coat his cock a little more.

Noah laughed darkly. “There you go my dirty little fuck toy. There you go. Take the pain. Live for the pleasure of it.”

All my previously untapped, raw affection boiled to the surface. “Oh yes, Sir, please! More! I want to come for you, Sir!”

His fingers worked against my clit in an expertly practiced dance. “You want more?”

“God, yes!
I’m yours, Sir. Please don’t ever stop!”

“Avec
plaisir
.”
Even amidst the angry, sloppy sounds of fucking the French language sounded so goddamned sexy.

Heedless of whether or not I received satisfaction from the pounding my sore little ass took delivery of; Noah sliced another bout of pleasure all for himself. Every thought was amplified by the previous. I took all of them in as kindling for my lust. I asked—nay, begged—him to use me. I begged him to take all of his anxiety, his tension, his desires, and his stress out on me. And he obliged. I couldn’t get enough of it. Just knowing I existed in this moment solely to fuck and be fucked by a man with such raw, animalistic power masked within him ratcheted up my lust. Knowing I was performing well in my duty by how he moved and spoke and cried out in the release of his passion brought me close to the brink. Knowing I was the only person in the world he shared these emotions with just about sent me toppling over.

Because he needed it.
Because I needed it.
Because we both worked so well together in reaching it.

His hand smacked against my hard, wet clit again in several rapid-fire swats before he went back to grinding his fingers into me. I braced into him. My back arched up in a sharp, rising cry. I bucked against him as best I could. For these precious moments the world fell away. We became the only two people in the world.

Every once in a while he would pull out of the tight sheath of my ass and add some lubricant to his cock by bending low and spitting on it. Were it not for those brief interludes I believe the pain would have been exponential. Noah seized my right leg and pulled it up, successfully rolling me half way onto my side. He planted his left foot on the carpet and caused me to scream out at the sudden change in angle as well as the brisk driving force.

No one else exists, I told myself. Don’t hold back; no one else exists in the entirety of the Universe right now.

“Go on slut, come for me! Come with my cock in your ass while I finger your clit like the horny bitch you are!”

I couldn’t speak. If I could, I would have told him to say it again a thousand times more. All the right words, all the right moves and the simple intricacies of finding the place where I belonged raged in me.

For the last time his hand slapped down on my clit. “Come, slut!”

It was a trigger, a light switch, a turnkey to the core of my hunger. All the muscles in my body went taut. I was no longer in control of myself. My body clicked and obeyed. “Oh God, I’m coming for you Sir! I’m coming!”

“That’s it, come for me! Good girl!
So close, pet.
So.
Fucking.
Close.”
Noah threw his head back in the ensuing crescendo and practically roared into his orgasm.

He held himself to the hilt as he came. His cock pulsated half a dozen times in my raw ass while my own climax slowly began to recede. When he finished, he seemed to collapse under his own weight. He only barely avoided crushing me by catching himself with shaking arms on the sofa cushion beneath me. Sweat dripped from his dark hair onto my heaving chest.

Through clenched teeth he groaned, “Jesus-Mary-Mother-of-God.”

I managed a breathy laugh, unable to move the majority of my body at all while I recovered. I lolled my head idly from side to side and gulped, “Nope.
Definitely not after your halo.”

That got a chuckle from him. He withdrew from me with delicacy. I winced a little at the exit. My aching body was soon soothed by his fingers gently coaxing me to relax.

“Enjoy?” he asked.

“More than I thought I would. I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

Noah bent down to remove the belt from around my wrists and shushed me, “Once you’ve learned your lesson it’s over. The capacity to stay any semblance of angry at you doesn’t exist in me, sweetness.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He planted a delicate kiss on my lips and murmured, “I think I adore you.”

I was fair sure I was beginning to adore him just the same.

Pre-dawn, my apartment complex was silent. It was far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the center of Pasadena that the wooded area behind it blocked the noise from the city. If you didn’t know any better you would swear you were in the country. And, since few people woke up before five or six in the morning it was easy to forget that there were other people in the world at all.  It was in these pre-dawn hours, when only the earliest of the birds began to rise, that Noah and I stayed awake.