Awakening (21 page)

Claire held herself perfectly still. She didn’t want to take any chance of disturbing the moment. Evan’s hand was stroking light circles on the cheeks of her ass and it was taking a supreme effort to refrain from pressing into his hand and silently begging for more. There was an odd vibe in the room, though; something tickling the back of her mind, telling her to remain still, that any movement would disturb this peace.

She felt intrinsically connected to him in this moment. Her cells felt as if they were straining toward him. Even her mind felt like it was reaching for him, and she was incredibly aroused just from a simple massage. It went without saying that she’d never experienced anything like this. Her nipples were hard points, almost uncomfortable with her weight pressing her breasts into the bed, and her pussy was dripping.

She couldn’t contain her shudder as she felt his finger trail through her slit and then stroke her moisture along the rosebud of her anus. She clenched at the unfamiliar touch but relaxed as Evan paused, giving her a moment to adjust. He stroked her anus, dipping minutely in, not truly penetrating, teasing more than anything. To her surprise, her arousal spiked even higher as he toyed with her and, without her truly being conscious of it, she began to flex and strain toward him so that she was forcing his finger deeper with each pass.

Her womb clenched. She began to feel empty and in need of filling. It was shocking to her; her ass shouldn’t be so tightly related to her pussy, but heaven help her, she wanted to be fucked hard – in both holes. Goosebumps erupted on her skin and she was actively flexing and pressing into Evan’s finger. He gently pulled back, and she almost whimpered at the cessation of such a lovely feeling.

She jumped a bit instead as a cool liquid ran along her cleft and she realised that it was lube. She kept her eyes closed and wilfully forced herself to relax. Anal sex had always been a torture test for her. Charlie had demanded it and she’d acquiesced out of guilt, but she’d never enjoyed it. It had hurt. Every single time. But then, she’d never been able to convince Charlie to use lube either. He didn’t like the way it felt or smelled. He had a thousand reasons for why he didn’t use it that all came down to pain for her.

Evan rubbed the lube around her pucker, then dipped inside. His finger slid into her easily and she gasped at this new sensation. Pulling out, he added another finger to the mix, slowly stretching her. He fucked her ass gently, allowing her to adjust, and soon she was moaning and straining back against his hand.

It was unlike anything she’d expected. It didn’t hurt and it didn’t feel pleasurable per se, but he was doing crazy things to her clitoris which you could have knocked her over with a feather to realise. Each thrust into her ass had the underside of her clitoris zinging and she clenched the sheets in response. Instinctively, she was grinding into the mattress with each counter-thrust against Evan’s fingers.

Smack!
She jumped as Evan slapped her ass cheek.

‘Be still.’ His voice was hoarse and gruff. She could barely make out the words, but she relaxed and did her best to lie still. ‘Have you ever had a plug inside you, Claire?’

‘No, sir.’

‘You’ve had anal sex, though?’

‘Yes.’ There must have been something in her tone because Evan stilled, much to her disappointment.

‘You don’t like anal sex?’

‘It’s hard to like something that hurts so badly, sir.’ A cock in her ass might hurt, but his fingers were feeling pretty damn good and she wanted more of that.

‘Sometimes pain is part of the experience, but it should never be so painful that you can’t enjoy it and, frankly, it is possible to have anal sex with no pain at all.’

She couldn’t help herself; she snorted derisively.

‘Do you disbelieve me?’

‘Let’s just say I’m sceptical, but I expected that when I signed up for this with you there would be some pain involved.’ Belatedly, she remembered to add, ‘Sir.’

‘You weren’t with the right partner, little one. Anal sex is about trust. Yes, there is domination and yes, there is sometimes pain, but what it really is about is trusting your partner with something so forbidden. Trusting him to take care of you and ensure your pleasure even in such an intimate act.’

The tone of Evan’s voice had altered and she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but he resumed his steady penetration of her ass, this time scissoring his fingers a bit as he pressed deeply into her back passage. She moaned as the zings in her clitoris returned.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers. She felt him rub more lube into her pucker, then a blunt pressure against her anus, and she tensed.

‘No, little one.’ He used his other hand to rub gently on her lower back. ‘Take a deep breath for me, blow it out and relax. Then I want you to push out as I insert this.’

‘But –’ She trailed off.

Questioning him was not the thing to do in this moment. Instead, she did her best to comply. Taking a deep breath, she consciously relaxed her muscles and pressed out against the plug. She felt herself stretching, felt the ring of muscle pull and tighten just to the point of pain, but never crossing it. Evan maintained a gentle, even pressure and soon she felt the plug pop into place past the tight ring of muscle.

It didn’t hurt. It didn’t quite feel good, but it didn’t hurt. She felt full and stretched and surprisingly aroused. Her nipples were hard berries poking her, and she had the strong desire to have them squeezed and tugged. Her pussy was soaking, and she desperately wanted Evan’s cock. She was a mass of sensation and need and all he’d done was plug her ass.

She fought the desire to writhe on the bed, to reach between her legs and soothe the ache that was growing there.

‘How is that, little one?’

‘Fine, sir.’

‘Tell me what you’re feeling.’ It wasn’t a request.

She could feel herself blushing but she said, ‘I feel full and stretched and my clit is pulsing. My nipples ache and I want to grind myself into the bed to relieve pressure. I want to move.’

She heard him chuckle at the plaintive note in her voice that couldn’t be missed.

‘Does it hurt?’ His voice was soft.

‘No, sir.’ It didn’t hurt; it was stimulating in a way she’d never experienced. It
definitely
didn’t hurt.

‘I’m going to flog you, Claire.’

The words raced across her skin like fire. She’d read about flogging. Envisioned it many times in her mind, but had no idea what it would be like. She was afraid and intrigued and downright ravenous all at once.

‘It’s time you learnt to channel your need for pain.’

As he spoke, she felt him stand, and she opened her eyes. He lifted up the flogger from the side table. It was beautiful in its own right. The grip was big enough to fit Evan’s hand comfortably and the ebony surface shone as if it were coated with lacquer. The strands appeared almost suede-like as they swung in the light. She shivered with uncertainty at what was about to happen, but, like Evan said, this was about trust and trust him she would.

* * *

Evan’s cock was about to explode. As he’d fingered her ass, it had been his cock he’d wanted to shove in there not a damn plug. He was now stroking her skin with the flogger, waking it up, so to speak. She lay still, trembling slightly, and he was desperate to fuck her. Part of him wanted to send her packing and never see her again. He’d sworn he wasn’t going to fuck her, sworn this wasn’t about sex, but damn it, all he could think about was getting inside her.

The flogger was soft, designed to sting more than truly hurt, and it would pink up her skin nicely. He lashed her ass lightly and everything in him clenched right along with her as she moaned and squeezed her ass against the sting. He wasn’t hitting her hard; if anything, it should be creating a light stinging sensation rather than any real pain. Marianne had once said that gentle flogging wasn’t that different than the resulting sting of having her eyebrows waxed.

He began to set up a rhythm alternating sides along Claire’s body. Spreading the sting out so that her entire ass and lower back would be covered in sensation. Her lush, creamy skin was streaked with light pink lines and she was trembling and writhing on his bed, moaning with each strike.

He set the flogger down and reached between her legs while asking, ‘How are you doing, little one?’ His answer was in the flood of juice from her pussy but he wanted to ensure she was still with him.

‘Good, sir.’ Her voice was barely a whisper and her breathing was harsh.

‘Can you handle more?’ He thrust his fingers into her pussy as he spoke and she groaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. He pulled out and added a third finger, fucking her vigorously as she humped his hand.

‘Yes, sir,’ she moaned and gripped the coverlet with two fists, lifting her ass in the air and inviting more from him.

Evan pulled his fingers out and reached for the flogger. He couldn’t resist, though, and he licked her juice from his hands. She was tangy and sweet and that taste just wet his appetite for more of her delectable pussy. His mouth literally watered in the need to lap all that lovely honey from her cunt. Next time, he was going to shave her bare. All the better for her to feel every little sensation he gave her. Which gave him an idea. With the way she was responding, he was almost certain she’d enjoy what he had in mind.

‘Roll over, baby girl.’

She complied, rolling onto her back. The plug was still inside her, and she winced briefly when her ass made contact with the bed. Evan repeated the process from before, stroking her skin lightly with the flogger.

‘Spread your legs, baby. Show me your pussy.’

Her legs opened and her pussy glistened in the soft light of his bedroom. Her plump lips were deep red and pouty, just begging to be sucked and licked and flogged. He struck lightly, but she moaned loudly and gripped the sheets, arching hard. Her small, round tits thrust up into the air.

Evan heard the involuntary moan that could only have come from him at the carnal sight she made. Her eyes were closed and sweat had blossomed on her skin. He tongue itched to lick her, to taste her, to fucking anything her. He ran a finger up her slit and around her clit before flogging her pussy lightly again.

‘Oh!’ She cried out this time. ‘Sir, please!’ The last was a drawn-out plea.

‘Please what, little one?’

‘Please, sir.’ She was rolling her head side to side on the pillow as she arched and pumped her hips with each blow and stroke of her slit.

‘Tell me what you want, Claire.’

‘I … Don’t … Know,’ she huffed between blows. ‘Just – more! Please!’ She screamed the last as the flogger hit her protruding clit. Her honeyed locks were clinging to her face and he could smell her arousal.

His cock was straining against his jeans and he could feel the tip leaking. His own breathing was strained and his heart beat a rapid tattoo as he struggled to contain the raging desire to fuck her hard.

Leaving her pussy, he struck first one nipple then the other, and she screamed with each. She was wild on his bed, writhing and screaming, ‘Sir! Sir! Oh fuck! Please! Please!’

He continued to stroke her slit in between blows. Her clit was so swollen and her cunt so wet she was soaking the coverlet underneath her. Red stripes covered the creamy mounds of her tits and her nipples were so distended they looked almost painful.

She continued to scream with each stroke until finally she devolved into an almost mindless chant of “please, please, please”.

He reached between her legs and squeezed her clitoris. She broke and so did his control. He ripped open his jeans and pulled out this cock. Flipping her over roughly, he pulled her hips up and impaled her on his shaft.

Her wet, hot cunt was convulsing in orgasm and with the plug in her ass she was unbelievably tight. He began to pound into her. She gloved his cock, squeezing him like a fist. He fucked hard into the velvet heaven of her slick passage, mumbling incoherent words of possession and need.

Gripping her hips, he pounded deeply, bottoming out on her cervix and drinking in her cries of pleasure and ecstasy. His climax rammed into him and he ground himself deep into her cunt, spilling pulse after pulse of hot come in her depths, draining every last ounce of pleasure in her tight pussy.

As his orgasm subsided, he pulled her down with him as he collapsed on his side. The last shudders of pleasure receded and a wave of remorse flooded him, stealing his breath. What had he just done?

Claire struggled to catch her breath in the aftermath of the most intense sexual experience she’d ever had. Small aftershocks wracked her body and she revelled in the knowledge that Evan had finally made love to her. He’d even been chanting “mine” as he’d fucked her hard and deep. It was everything she’d ever hoped it would be.

He was still behind her, joined with her, and she was too overcome to move just yet. He’d not let go of her and she could hear his own ragged breathing that matched her own. She felt full and sated in a way she never had before. Before she was ready, she felt him shift and begin to pull his cock free of her pussy. She clenched instinctively, trying to hold him to her, and smiled softly at his groan, but he prevailed and slipped free of her.

He murmured, ‘On your belly,’ and she rolled forward as she realised his intent.

He removed the plug from her ass, and she felt the bed shift as he got up and went into the bathroom. She snuggled into his coverlet, thinking back over the experience. The flogging had been unlike what she’d expected. Yes, it had hurt, but the sting had spread out over her skin so that her entire body had felt energised and on fire but in a good way. When he’d flogged her pussy and nipples it had been so intense she’d been unable to think almost. Each strike to her nipples had been like having a string attached to her clitoris and she’d felt her pussy pulsing with each blow. By the time he’d actually entered her she’d been so overwhelmed with pain and pleasure she’d almost willingly have died in that moment.

She heard the water cut off in the bathroom and watched Evan return to her. He still had his jeans on but his cock was tucked back inside. Only the shadow of his neatly trimmed pubic hair was visible. His flat stomach and lean torso were bare now. He’d been fully dressed while he’d flogged her, but to her disappointment he reached for another T-shirt before coming to sit on the bed beside her.