Domination Sex: Conditioned Response by Erika Masten Read Free Book Online

burning along the
nerves of my body like flame along a fuse. My hips pump wildly as I
climax, nudging and wiggling the plug still firmly planted in my
ass. My anus is twitching and pulsing, and I can’t think of
anything I need more now than Jay’s thick tool in that tight
channel. I collapse back, draped over the arm of the sofa, as I
shudder and sigh through my delight.
    Sunk balls deep in my convulsing
pussy, Jay goes still, huffing and groaning. “Is that what you’ve
been waiting for all weekend? Was that the fucking you wanted?” I
nod, but then shake my head no. “What else? What else do you want,
baby?”
    “Fuck my ass,” I plead, my voice quiet
and raw.
    “What did you say?”
    “Fuck my ass.”
    Jay’s hips jab deeper.
“Louder.”
    “Please, please, fuck my ass,” I cry.
“Take me. Make me yours.”
    “Didn’t you just come?” he demands,
rocking his fat tool inside me, stretching my battered pussy.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
    I wrap my arms around him, unable to
stop shaking. “I want to be yours. I surrender.”
    With a groan from deep in his chest,
Jay slides his dick out of me, pausing to pant and steady himself
with one hand on the back of the sofa. Then he’s pushing my bent
legs toward my chest, angling my ass up for better access. So
carefully, he wiggles and works the butt plug out of my sore
asshole. When it’s gone, I feel like my little hole is gaping,
empty and needy.
    I don’t wait to be told. I wriggle
underneath Jay until I’m able to flip over. On my knees, my face
and my shoulders pressed to the thick velvet of the couch cushion,
I present my ass to him. “Please fuck my asshole.”
    From the side table, Jay grabs a tiny
tube of lubricant. This time, he doesn’t warm it, and the chill of
the gel feels heavenly against the stinging hot skin, just as
promised. He had this so well planned, from the moment he told me
I’d find myself here.
    The pressure of his fingertips against
my tight hole sends electrical shivers of excitement through me, so
unlike the pain and dread I expected. I even nudge back to meet his
fingers. He penetrates me with one.
    “More,” I moan.
    “Already?” he asks, but he complies
with my request, then fucks his long fingers in and out of me while
I groan shamelessly. With a third finger added, he begins twisting
and working his fingers in circles.
    “I’m ready,” I insist. “Give me your
cock.” I need to feel his long dick piercing me. I need to see
pleasure softening his handsome features. I need to please
him.
    Jay curses under his breath. “I’m
trying to be gentle, but it’s not going to last with you talking
like that.”
    “Now,” I plead, and I yelp as his
fingers leave my hole abruptly.
    The bulbous head of Jay’s dick presses
on my stinging anus, and I’m surprised at how easily my hole gives
way for him. Compared to the plug I’ve been wearing for two days,
his cock is warm and velvety but so much bigger. I brace myself as
the pain flares, willing myself to believe it will be just a matter
of time before his hard strokes turn to bliss. Instead, the
discomfort dies back as soon as his head has breached my anus, and
his cock slides in slow and smooth, almost to his balls.
    “Say something, Emma,” he breathes
through gritted teeth, sounding pained. “Am I hurting
you?’
    “God, no. It feels good. More, Jay.
Put it all the way in.”
    “Fuck,” he gasps. “The things you say
drive me mad.”
    “I can take it,” I promise. “Please.
All of it. Fuck me.”
    “With pleasure.”
    And he does, shifting his weight to
sink his long dick into my ass those last two inches, until his
balls are flush with my soft, round cheeks. Holding my hips in an
unbreakable grip, Jay drags his tool a few inches back, then pushes
it all the way up my hole again. My asshole is aching, burning,
throbbing.
    “More,” I beg again. “Do it harder.
Faster.”
    He doesn’t doubt or disagree this
time. Biting his lip, Jay sets a