“A plug.” She would keep her answers simple and honest and maybe he would move on because she had the feeling this was going to be unlike anything she’d had before.
“Now you’re going to take my fingers in your ass, aren’t you?” The words were practically a growl.
She arched, lifting her ass, inviting him to use her, fuck her. She didn’t want a plug from him. She wanted him. “Yes, please. I want your fingers, your cock, in my ass.”
His finger zeroed in on her entrance, and he pressed in with a little shove. Her body gave, and despite knowing she shouldn’t, she clenched down around him. He pushed his finger in deeper, past the second ring of muscle, forcing her to open to him.
She cried out when he didn’t stop. She went up on her toes, and he kept going, commanding and merciless. His knuckle entered her, opening her more.
“My finger is almost all the way in. How do you feel?”
“Full,” she whimpered. “And…”
“And?” he prompted as though he already knew the answer.
Smug bastard. “And it’s not enough.”
David shoved his finger in, burying the last inch. She felt the knuckles of his other fingers against her pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, twisting his finger inside. “Your ass is nice and tight.”
“Will you…will you fuck me in the ass?” Tessa loosened her fingers, which ached because she was gripping the desk so tight. She wanted this man every way she could have him.
“Is that a request or a question?”
“I…don’t know.” And she didn’t. She couldn’t think past the arousal that was nearly all-consuming.
“I will fuck your ass but not tonight. Tonight you’re going to take another finger. Maybe even three,” he promised.
His finger withdrew, and her body clenched closed.
Fabric rustled, and when she looked back, David was one-handed stripping out of his clothes.
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” he murmured, the words soft and romantic. “But don’t think I won’t protect you. I’m excellent at putting on a condom one-handed. It was a class at The Club. I passed with flying colors.”
Of course he had. Romance was wiped away by kink, when, a moment later, David was back, spreading her ass. The head of his cock rubbed against her thigh. The tip was wet, leaving a damp trail on her skin.
He worked one finger back into her ass, thrusting it in and out a few times before adding more oil and working that around. He withdrew his finger all the way. She felt the broad, blunt force of two fingertips against her. She took a steadying breath and forced herself to relax. David had big hands. She was going to feel this, and she didn’t want to miss a moment of the sensation.
The tip of one finger poked in, and a second later the other, shorter finger nudged her. He wiggled and pressed until the tip of the second finger was in. She breathed through it, then whimpered when he pressed them deeper.
“Relax so you can take my fingers in your ass.”
“Yes, Professor,” she whimpered. His cock jerked against her thigh in reaction, though whether it was to her words, her submission, or the sight of his fingers disappearing into her ass she didn’t know.
“I looked for things I could use,” he rumbled.
It was hard to concentrate. “Use?”
“In your ass. When I was in the kitchen, I very seriously considered grabbing a banana or a cucumber.”
“You were going to fuck me with a cucumber?” Damn that was kinky and weird and hot. And probably not happening.
“They were little cucumbers, so it was more about the banana.” He massaged her ass, and she was starting to feel the sweet, hot burn of being stretched.
How could he make her laugh in the middle of something so perverse and hot and intimate? “No bananas. Hard limit, David.”
He chuckled. “I decided it would be more fun to use my fingers. I wanted to feel you clench when I did this.” His other hand reached between them, and then his thumb brushed her clit. “Just you and me.”
Tessa shrieked as the touch sent a sudden bolt of pleasure through her. She’d had full orgasms that hadn’t felt as good or had the impact of that one small touch. She was so sensitive.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “Professor…David…”
“So am I.”
He pulled his fingers from her ass, leaving her aching and empty. She heard the foil of a condom wrapper, and then he was back. The pad of his thumb worked her asshole, which yielded easily to his touch. He pressed the tip in at the same time his other hand, now free of the glove, stroked her pussy, from clit to entrance and back. “I need to feel you around my cock.”
Relief flooded her. “Yes, please…I need you.”
His thumb sank deeper into her ass, and she rose up on her toes.
“Stay like that,” he commanded. “I want your ass up, your pussy right there, ready for my cock.”
“Please, please,” she gasped.
The head of his cock rubbed her clit, and then he was sliding between her labia to her entrance. She braced herself, ready, so ready to be full, to have him inside her, connected to her. This was what she’d wanted all along. Him. Everywhere.
David shoved his thumb deep at the same time his cock drove into her pussy. She screamed in pleasure, the filling of her sex a sensation so exquisite that it was practically an orgasm. She was still humming with pleasure when he withdrew, only to slam into her again. And again.
“Mine,” he murmured. “You’re mine.”
His other hand reached between them as he withdrew his cock, his thumb still buried in her ass. He pinched her clit, and the coiled tension, the tight desire, released. Pleasure exploded within her, so hot and intense that she couldn’t just lie there. She arched, her head rising, elbows planted on the desk.
David grabbed her by the hair as his cock surged in once more.
The orgasm stretched out, prolonged by his dominance, by the way he possessed her. Her scalp prickled with sweet pain, as did her ass, both from the spanking and his thumb buried in her.
When his thrusts became quick and hard, his breathing labored, she braced herself, welcomed the full power of his need as he slammed into her.
David roared in pleasure, releasing her hair to grab her shoulder, fingers digging in so hard she’d probably have bruises.
Small bruises that would mark her as his.
When David collapsed on top of her, Tessa slid her elbows to the side so she was once more lying on the desk. His breath was labored, his head sweaty where it lay on her shoulder.
“Holy shit.” Tessa tried to wiggle out from under him, but his cock and thumb were still inside her.
“No,” he said, the word distinct. “You stay here. I’ll get up when I’m ready.”
Tessa stilled.
“We’re…not done with the scene.” He sounded out of breath but like he knew what he wanted. “How many fingers you could take up your ass, as well as how you handled a spanking, were only two of my many questions.”
Her whole body hummed with pleasure. “Maybe I better see this list.”
“Maybe you better behave,” he murmured.
“And if I don’t want to?” she asked, but she was smiling. She liked to obey this man. Of course, she also like what happened when she misbehaved.