Asking for It

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Oh, God, oh, God. What is he going to do to me? I fear it as much as I thrill to it. Is there no danger, no humiliation, that can ruin this fantasy for me? Or will it own me forever?

It owns me. Jonah owns me.

I shake my head yes, silently affirming that I’ll do what I can to “make him happy. ”

He grabs my hair, lunges close. “Good. You’ve learned that you have to do whatever I want. And now I want you to wear something. ”

Wear something? Confusion only adds to my fear as he pulls away again and grabs the small white device. Now that I see it more clearly, I can see that the ends of the U are flatter, the center more cylindrical; it seems to be coated in silicone. Then I feel him slide it inside me—one end within my cunt, the other pressing against my clit.

“You’re not just going to take this,” Jonah says. “You’re going to like it. ”

I hear a soft click—and the device inside me begins to vibrate.

This is a vibrator? I’ve only seen the rabbit ones, not counting the enormous things they sell at the pharmacy as “back massagers. ” I come so easily that I’ve never bothered buying one.

It feels good, though. Great. I realize now that this is perfectly designed to be worn during sex; the end inside me is slim enough that Jonah could push his cock in there too. Maybe the sensation will do something for him, too. But I don’t know why he thinks I’d need a vibrator to enjoy it when he fucks me . . .

Just at that moment, Jonah slides two fingers inside my ass.

My entire body tenses, clenching around him. His fingers seem to slide up so deep inside me; the pressure kindles primal shame within. I start to shake, individual muscles in my legs and my ass trembling like the strings of an instrument being played. As Jonah turns his hand inside me, I can feel the pressure of his knuckles—the roughness of his skin against my hole—and I feel myself blushing so strongly that my skin seems to be on fire. Jonah chuckles, low and hot; he must see that I’ve gone scarlet with shame. He pulls out his hand, but he’s not done.

I called off my limits. Why did I do that? Because now he’s going to do something to me no other man ever has. Jonah is going to fuck my ass.

“You’re going to love it,” he whispers as he ties one of my legs to the bedpost, then the other. I couldn’t turn over if I wanted, now. Jonah’s fingers push back inside me—not so slow, this time—and he starts working his fingers back and forth. Yet the vibration against my clit keeps doing its job, turning me on even more. “You’re going to come hard while I’m in your ass, and that’s going to prove how much you love it, slut. ”

Oh, God, oh God, oh God, oh God. I told him this was no longer forbidden, but only because I knew it was something that could happen in a real attack. Nobody’s ever put it in my asshole before. It’s going to hurt. It would hurt if anyone did it, but Jonah’s massive cock will split me in two—

“You’re going to come so hard, it’ll be the best it’s ever been. ” Jonah pushes another finger in me. Tender flesh stretches. By now I can tell he’s slicked his hand with something, oil or some other kind of lube, but it doesn’t lessen my panic. I don’t want him to do this. I want out of here.

And yet I don’t.

I can’t say silver, not with my underwear jammed in my mouth. Still, I could stop him by snapping my fingers. Even bound as I am, I could manage that. But the vibration is starting to profoundly affect me. Spirals of arousal spin through my head, dizzying me completely. My cunt throbs and aches. But it’s my ass Jonah is working hard.

One last plea: I shake my head. Jonah laughs. “What, do you want to beg? I like hearing you beg. ” With that he tears the wet rag of my panties from my lips and throws it aside, done with it at last. “Beg me, baby. ”

“I—” I choke out the word. “Please, not that. Anything but that. I’ll do anything else you want. ”

“You’re going to do everything I want anyway, bitch. ”

And then Jonah pushes inside.

I cry out. The pain is undeniable—and yet it lessens quickly as Jonah holds still, stretching my body to fit him. Shaking, I try to wriggle away from him, but I can’t move. All I do is push the vibrator more forcefully against my clit, and then there’s no telling the pain from the pleasure.

Jonah starts to move, taking my ass the way he’s wanted to since the beginning. I hear him groan in satisfaction.

He’s tearing me apart—no. He’s fusing us together. There’s no me any longer, no him. There’s only the way Jonah pumps into me, every move turning us into one.