His words make me shudder, and I want to cry at how different, how amazing he is. Every other Dom I’ve been with has liked to withhold completion, except for the one with the Hitachi, who gets off on seeing just how many times he can make a woman come before she loses consciousness. But Nathaniel… he’s wanting to give me as much pleasure as my body can take. I don’t have to ask his permission to come. As many things as he wants to control, that’s apparently not one of them, calling the ability to get me off a “reward.”
“Now, focus on your clit, and when you’re ready, I want you push out with your asshole. It’ll open that ring of muscles, and I’ll be able to slide in without hurting you. Trust me,” he says, and I nod against him.
My mind’s eye zeroes in on my clit, and that fire starts to build once more, spreading through my core and down my legs, and I moan at how good it feels, and then I give him what he wants and flex my anus. He feels the tightness around his finger loosen, because he slides his long finger all the way into me without nearly as much resistance, and I gasp at the intrusion.
He picks up the speed of his circles, murmuring against my face, “Very good, little mouse,” and I’m shocked at how good it feels. My hips start to grind involuntarily, and that fire in my core starts to build and build as he moves his finger inside me.
I don’t know where to focus anymore, since what he’s doing to my ass actually feels wonderful, so I don’t need to distract myself from it any longer. But fuck, what he’s doing to my clit his exquisite, so I try to take everything in all at once. And before I know what’s happening, an orgasm slams into me, and I arch against him, his finger going deeper, the others working my clit faster, and my voice is echoing, echoing off the walls as I beg him for more. And he wastes no time giving it to me.
The next thing I know I’m on my knees with Nathaniel behind me, and he’s pressing between my shoulder blades until my face is lying on the wide edge of the tub. My arms come up to help me hold on.
“That little cunt feel empty?” he growls, his hand no longer on my clit but the other still at my ass, with the aftershocks of my orgasm still shooting through my body, I let out a mewl when suddenly he starts to add a second finger.
“Oh God,” I whimper, breathing out as I push my inner muscle outward to make it easier for its entrance.
His other hand comes down on my ass cheek, the sting reverberating through my lower half and making me moan. “Mmm, you like that, little mouse?” His hand comes down on the other cheek, somehow instinctively knowing to mix it up, and I pant his name over and over as he continues to work his fingers inside me. “I asked you a question. Does. That little cunt. Feel. Empty?” he repeats, this time spanking me between each word, the sound obscene since my ass and his hand is still wet with bathwater.
“Yes!” I call. “Yes, I feel so empty without you inside me, Mr. Black.”
He bends over me, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine, when he asks, “Who?”
“Mr. Black,” I whimper as he pulls his fingers out then shoves them back into my ass, the ring of muscle now loosened enough to accommodate the movement.
“Try again,” he growls, twisting his digits and scissoring them inside me, making me curse.
“Nathaniel,” I whine, shuddering at the rumble of his chuckle against my back.
I feel him shake his head as he adds a third finger, and I feel tears prickle my eyes at the stretch. But it doesn’t hurt enough to call my safe word. I know from the past two fingers I just need to give myself a chance to get used to it.
“Mmm, as much as I love hearing my name on your lips while I finger fuck your tight little virgin ass, that’s not the direction I’m looking for. I’ll give you one last chance. Who?” His voice is deliciously devious. I can hear the dark smile in his tone, the wickedness. I can picture it so clearly in my mind, because it’s the tone he’s always used on me at school, and my pussy clenches, begging for something, anything to fill it.
“Please,” I beg, and I try one last name, praying it’s what he’s asking for so I can get my reward. “Yes, I feel so empty without you inside me…, Master.”
And as soon as the word leaves my lips, I hear his growl of pleasure, and I scream with relieved ecstasy as he slams his cock inside me without warning. One perfect thrust home, filling my pussy completely, his fingers still inside me, and I come so hard and so suddenly that I nearly lose my grip on the side of the tub. But he’s right there, holding me up, keeping me steady as he starts to move in and out of me, albeit more shallowly than he did on my bed, because his hand is still between us, massaging the inside of my ass, keeping my muscles loose, and I know… I just know… he’s not done with me.
“Fuck, I love when you come on my dick,” he pants behind me as he continues to thrust, and I can’t even respond. I have no words as he makes
