I met his gaze. “What makes you think I want a lot of lube?”
“Your reaction to my dick. Not exactly scared, but more than a little apprehensive.”
I grinned. “It’s an impressive dick.”
He stepped to the bed and focused on my cunt. “Spread the lips a little wider, and stretch your clit hood up more.”
When I did, he patted the inside of my thigh. “Good girl. This is going to hurt. No rules today about whether you can close your eyes, or how much noise you can make, or whether you can speak. Do whatever you need in order to survive it without moving. Your hips, legs, hands, and fingers stay still. You do not let go of your lips or clit hood. Understood? Stay still for all six and I’ll lube your ass, stretch you and get you ready for me, and I’ll generously lube my cock. Stay still half the time and you get no stretching and moderate lube. Fail every time, I’ll put a few drops of lube on my cock, but your ass won’t get any. Somewhere in between will fall on the sliding scale.”
I nodded, and he lined his fingers up with his thumb and middle finger making a circle, so when he released his finger, it would slam into the side of my bared clit.
Able once cut my clit hood off the day after the winter solstice, and then didn’t let me change until the spring equinox. He cut it off numerous times over the years I was with him, but he usually let me change and heal within a few days — a week at most. Losing it for three months, though — my world had revolved around my missing clit hood in ways I can’t explain. Able liked to use his belt on my clit, so it wasn’t like I’ve never had to deal with this kind of impact play, but requiring me to hold myself open for it was new.
Dementor’s hand rested in the crook where my left leg meets my crotch, so the sharp, excruciating impact struck the left side of my clit. My right knee came up and in a little, but I otherwise managed to stay still. It would only get worse from here, though. Pain on your clit builds and grows with each strike.
I blinked my eyes to clear them of a little excess water, and blew out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“If this were the Olympics, you’d get an eight point five. You didn’t block me or my view, so we’ll let it stand. Even a tiny bit more movement won’t be acceptable.”
I nodded, and he set up with his left hand this time, prepared to strike the right side of my clit. I caught myself holding my breath, and I closed my eyes and breathed in. He’d do this on his time. Not mine. I’d given up control, but it was my responsibility to breathe.
The pain was just as sharp this time, but easier to handle. I knew what to expect. Both legs stayed in place.
“Good girl. Excellent.”
I wiggled my toes a little. Usually, I wiggle fingers and toes to deal with pain, but my fingers were otherwise occupied.
“One more and we’ll be halfway through. Don’t you want to open your eyes and see me set up?”
I shook my head. I had a feeling he’d either come from below or straight down on it this time, and it’d be better if I didn’t know when or where or how.
He waited until I’d breathed in and out four times before he struck the next time, and it came from above, smack-dab in the center, smashing it flat. My feet stayed planted but my ass came up, off the bed. My scream echoed back at me. As my butt landed back on the bed, my right hand folded my labia over my clit to protect it.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Damn. Shit. Fuck!”
“Breathe through it, but you need to bare yourself to me again.”
The next three came from above instead of from the side. I was openly crying by the time the final one landed. I didn’t remain open for any of them.
“My cock will get some lube, and I’ll put a few drops on the outside of your asshole, but none inside. You don’t get prep. Knees and elbows, with your knees on the edge of the bed so I can stand beside it while I ream your little bottom.”
Chapter Three
Dementor
I assumed she was used to having a fat cock in her ass since birds with a cloaca are reportedly short and fat. Mine is fat and of decent length. Not super long, but certainly not short. She’d probably have trouble with the length, but she’d survive.
She was still sobbing a little when I put the coconut oil away and lined up. I was rock hard because there’s just something about ass-fucking a woman who’s crying before you even start. If I hadn’t scented arousal on her, it wouldn’t have worked, but she wanted this.
And she had a safeword. I wasn’t relying solely on scent.
She was an experienced toy. I wouldn’t impress her by being hesitant. Not in this. In other things, I’d be a caretaker, but her scent told me she needed to be taken and used in this moment. I grasped her hips, lifted them so her knees were several inches off the mattress, and shoved inside her, driving with my hips while I pulled her towards me with my arms. I ignored her abbreviated scream and thrust again. This time, I found myself all but about an inch in. Close enough for the first time. The scent of pain, lust, and submission filled the room. My granite-hard cock throbbed inside her tight little ass.
I pulled nearly all the way out. Slow, so she could feel every inch. Right to the head. I massaged her lower back with my left hand. “Relax, little swan. You’re going to take me whether you think you can or not. All of me, this time. Ready?”
“Yes. Please.”
I hadn’t asked her to beg, but it was a nice touch. It also gave me a better idea of where she was mentally. Her scent had told me, but her words assured me I had it right.
No mercy this time — I shoved in until my thighs were against the backs of her legs. Her screams were a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I didn’t check in with her again. I pumped — out and back in. Fast. Hard. Another series of screams, yelps, and gasps, but she was fine.
I fucked her twenty minutes, and I have no idea how many times she came. She asked permission to touch her clit, and I allowed it. It had to be super sensitive, but she figured out how to pleasure herself through the pain. Or, maybe someone in her past had abused her clit, so she already knew. Despite the fact she’d miserably failed my little test, I had a feeling it wasn’t the first time she’d experienced impact play to her sensitive little clit.
We hadn’t talked about whether I’d come in her or not, and since she’d be up and on skates later, I pulled out and came on her back when I finally blew. I still hadn’t taken her shirt off, but I pulled it up to get it out of the way. It felt important I scent-mark her, which should’ve been a red flag. I rarely feel territorial over women.
I lifted her in my arms and settled her in bed the right direction, but then sat her up long enough to take her shirt and bra off.
I expected her to comment or ask why I’d waited, but she let me manipulate her as I wished, without comment. In truth, with only an hour, I wanted to focus on one part of her body, and if I’d bared her breasts then I’d have ended up torturing both her clit and her nipples.
Now, I was focused on taking care of her. I went to the bathroom, cleaned my dick and the front of my body, and then took a warm washcloth into the bedroom so I could clean her up.
Her scent registered shocked surprise when I began to clean her, and then intense gratitude. She wasn’t used to being taken care of. Asshole owls. I focused on her and away from them because I didn’t want my scent to reflect my irritation with them.