“Jesus,” she gasped.
He snorted as her exclamation but left it alone. “I bet I can make you cum just like this,” he said.
She was inclined to agree but said nothing and only moaned to encourage him to do to her as he wanted.
“I can tell you like it,” he said softly.
Rhette had never had anal sex in her life. It wasn’t that she was morally opposed to it. And she had had boyfriends in the past who expressed an interest in being the first to explore that unconquered land, but she hadn’t been interested…or maybe she hadn’t met the right man who she’d allow to do that to her. She had liked using the anal hook and the idea appealed to her and she liked watching others get buggered, so why not indulge in it herself? Still, she wasn’t able to form any coherent words between his fingers in her pussy and against her clit and his wide thumb up her ass.
When he eased his thumb out of her and stopped rubbing her clit, it became easier to talk. “That was nice,” she ventured.
“Do you want me to make you cum like that, or would you rather I fuck you in the ass?” It was blunt and bold; that was the type of treatment she needed from a lover.
Her smile was naughty, bordering on wicked. “Can’t a girl have both?”
Pushing his thumb back in, Riordan said, “Yes,” and resumed rubbing her clit.
Rhette liked steady, firm pressure on her clit and somehow Riordan seemed to know that. In a few seconds her had her body quivering. She wasn’t crying, which was amazing because she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this close to orgasm without being spanked and was crying. She couldn’t even curse, the only control she had over her body was varying the speed of her panting.
And then she came. It was the most unusual orgasm of her life. The old debate of vaginal versus clitoral orgasms always struck her as odd because to Rhette there wasn’t any real difference. This one was different. And she loved it. She knew she should have been ashamed, but she wasn’t. She was proud.
“Can you do that to me again?” Her ass was burning, not just the skin that covered her buttocks but the passage as well. And she savored the pain and wanted more. Looking over her shoulder at Riordan her smile was both innocently cautious and wickedly eager.
“I can do better than that,” he told her as he carefully moved her off his lap and stood up to begin shedding the last of his clothing. For an older man he was in good shape. Maybe he didn’t have the well-toned and near perfect form that Jordan sported, but he had nothing to be ashamed of either. He must work out on a regular basis and took care of himself; his manscaping wasn’t exactly porn star quality, but it wasn’t bad.
Almost instinctively, after sliding her thong the rest of the way off, Rhette went down on her knees and took his semi-hard cock in hand. Without asking she started fellating him, enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth and how it slowly and steadily got harder. She looked up at him to see Riordan smiling down at her, approving of her actions.
“You’re a good submissive, you know that, don’t you?”
Taking his cock out of her mouth she said, “I’m starting to realize it, yeah.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” he was careful to add. “But it’s good to know yourself.”
Rhette just nodding, having gone back to sucking on him. She desperately wanted to make him rock hard so that she could feel him in her ass. What she really liked about the anal hook was how it felt so wrong when it buried in her flesh and she wanted his cock to be the same.
“You know it,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “If only you had known who you were when you were younger. I could have done such lovely things to you.”
Worried that he was distracting himself, she backed off his cock. “Can I do anything else to get you harder?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, but I have a little trick I like to use.” Walking over to the closet on the far side of the room with his cock proudly leading the way, he opened the door to reveal shelves and drawers. Opening a drawer he extracted a small black rubber ring. Turning back to Rhette, he let her watch as he carefully moved it over his cock and stretched it far enough to allow his balls to fit through as well. It snugged up against his body, almost making his cock an entity unto itself.
It grew firmer.
Taking a bottle from the shelf, he walked back to Rhette. “Get on your back on the bed,” he instructed her. She had been watching from her knees.
“Shouldn’t I…you know…get on my hands and knees?” she asked but started to do as he asked anyway, removing her bra in the process so that she was fully naked for him.
Riordan shook his head as he lubed up his cock. “No. I want to see your face when I stick it in your ass. The first time is always special.”
It took the assistance of a pillow shoved under her ass and liberal application of lube to her tight sphincter before she was properly positioned and ready. For half a second she considered cautioning him about ruining the pillowcase, but it was his place and his money and if he wanted to ruin a pillow while fucking her ass, that was his prerogative.
It should have hurt more, she reasoned as he eased his cock into her forbidden entrance. It didn’t hurt at all, but she had been well-prepared. It wasn’t pleasurable at first, but he said he loved the mixture of pain and surprise and pleasure on her face when he put it all the way in. His kiss was a reward for taking all of his cock. It wasn’t the hard, vigorous sex she preferred, but this was something new and he made her cum. It wasn’t hard to make her cum. He did it two times to her ass that evening before he came as well.
The only problem she had was when she was driving home, wondering what she would tell Jordan…or if she should tell him at all.
Chapter Twelve
Jordan’s apartment was modest. Rhette chalked that up to him being younger than her and him being a man. He probably didn’t care where he lived. He at least had enough good common sense to clean the place before she showed up. Or maybe he normally kept his home tidy. She wasn’t in a position to judge that.
The box she handed him was wrapped in old happy birthday paper from some office event or now forgotten party. The box was flat and small and repurposed from its original Amazon delivery function. He grinned at her. “It’s not my birthday.”
She rolled her eyes. “Jesus. Sorry. It’s all I had. Unwrap it and enjoy.”
With a shrug he thanked her and ripped off the paper with the intent of destroying it so it could never be reused.
“Oooo…an Amazon box. Can’t get this just anywhere.”
“Shut up and open it.”
Before doing so, he went through the routine of shaking the box, weighing it in his hands, trying to get a good idea of what was in it. Rhette’s expression clearly communicated that she wasn’t impressed with his antics. When he finally broke the seal of tape, he tossed aside the crumpled-up paper that served as padding and grabbed the leather and wood paddle.
Holding it up, he looked at her with a puzzled expression. “I don’t play ping pong.”
“Hmm. I understand fans prefer that it be called table tennis. And it’s not a ping pong paddle.”
“Yeah. I got that. The leather and heart hole gave it away.” He suggestively shoved his finger through the hold and waggled it back and forth, implying terrible love-making was in Rhette’s near future.
“It’s for me,” she said. “And my ass. If you can’t use it on me the way I like…then I don’t think this is going to work out long-term,” she told him flatly.”
Jordan removed his finger from the hole and set the paddle down on the coffee table in front of him. “Long-term?” he asked.
“Yeah. I like you,” she admitted, trying to hide her emotions in her face, but verbally reveal them to him at the same time. “Do you want to try and make this something serious…or should we just leave this at friends with benefits?”
“Wow. I…I don’t know what to say,” Jordan stammered. “I thought you just came ov
er for a casual night of bad television and great sex.”
“I’m hoping for the great sex.”
He picked up her hand which she had been holding in her lap. Rhette decided that was a good sign. Though it was impossible, she was certain that he could hear her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. “Do you want to make this exclusive?” he asked. “I’m willing to give that a try.”
The word exclusive grated on her nerves because she already knew the answer to that question. “Exclusive? For sex?” She didn’t define her questions further.
“Yeah…why? If you want to make this long-term…”
Rhette closed her eyes. That would mean giving up Nick…and Helena…and the group…and Riordan. That was a lot to give up. “Maybe,” she said haltingly. “But you know my needs. I need to have my ass paddled. That’s why I gave you the present. If you can’t do for me what I need, we can’t be exclusive and we can’t be long-term.”
“So, is this a try out?” he asked picking up the paddle again and absently spinning it in his hand. “If I can give you the paddling you think you deserve, we can be exclusive?”
“Sort of,” she admitted. Maybe she could limit herself to only having sex with Jordan, even if she was tempted to go back to Riordan and have him fuck her in the ass again, but having Nick paddle her ass was a strong temptation. And being the center of attention at the group was something she was sure she needed to do again. Maybe…maybe she could tempt Jordan to come along and try all of that, at least as an admiring observer if not an active participant. This was what he was going to get as a girlfriend if he wanted her.
“I suppose I can try,” he said.
Rhette bounced up to her feet and wished she had worn a dress or skirt instead of pants. She wanted to show him the little thong she was wearing and have him paddle her ass right there in the middle of the living room, but she took it slowly and carefully. “No time like the present,” she said, smiling at her little pun, putting her finger on the edge of the paddle. “Do you want to try it out on me here or in the bedroom?”
“Jesus you move fast.”
Saying nothing she slowly pivoted and arched her back, presenting her ample backside to his face. “I thought guys liked fast girls.”
“You’re crazy,” he laughed.
“I know what I like. I like you fucking me. I’m sure I’ll like you paddling me. Let’s combine those two. You can even cum in me if you want.”
“I’ve already done that,” he pointed out.
Rhette ignored him and unbuttoned her pants to lower the zipper. They didn’t move down very far, but just far enough to show Jordan that she was wearing a thong.
“How’d I get so lucky to find you?” he asked as he reached up and tugged down her pants to just below her buttocks and ran his hand over her skin.
She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed at doing this. She wanted this. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the arm of the couch. Maybe the angle was just right for him to see her swollen pussy lips through her panties; she could only hope.
“Go ahead and try out your present,” she told him.
Looking at the paddle in his hand, he wondered what the fuck he was doing. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give Rhette what she wanted, and what she wanted wasn’t all that strange, she just happened to pursue it with more zeal than anyone he had ever slept with before. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
Jordan had spanked a girl or two during sex, but that was when they were halfway done and at the peak of bad decisions and need for any wild stimulation. Rhette liked it to start things and she liked to cry because of it.
He thought of that old advice: never stick your dick in crazy.
He thought of a friend dissecting a failed relationship. She was crazy like a cam girl with daddy issues, but it was a hell of a fucking ride! Was it worth it? Is it worth it to get a sunburn on the beach of Acapulco? There is a thing called sunscreen…
“Are you going to do it or not?” Rhette demanded of him, looking over her shoulder at him, her brilliant red hair just partially covering her face enough to make her look sultry and irresistible.
Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jordan didn’t answer. He just lifted up the paddle and brought it down smartly on her ass. He did it quickly and without warning. Rhette yelped at the sudden attack and thanked him with a feral smile. “More,” she breathed.
Jordan started to repeat the action, but this time aiming for her other cheek, when he noticed the slowly spreading pink flush to her right cheek. The mark of the paddle was obvious, but the hole in the center that was supposed to be a heart was more like a smudge. Was that because he didn’t know what the hell he was doing or was it because the whole premise was flawed.
“C’mon,” she begged. “I need this before you fuck me.”
By now more than enough blood had gotten trapped in Jordan’s dick to assure that he wouldn’t make good choices. He knew he wasn’t making a smart choice, so he reasoned that it would all turn out just fine.
Just fine.
The sharp report of the paddle hitting Rhette’s flesh filled his ears. Oddly, it caused his semi-hard cock to jump and she let out another little moan. It was completely fucked.
The left cheek looked just like the right. It was almost beautiful.
“Yesss…” Rhette hissed.
He gave her a few more swats to the bottom, not as hard as he could because that would seriously damage her, but with more impact than seemed sane. She loved it and for some reason it made his cock harder and harder.
“Do it,” she was whispering, her ass now the highest point of her body; her head was hanging over the edge of the couch. “Do it. Make me hurt. Make me love it. Fuck me. Take me. I’m yours.” It was the worst type of begging. Jordan gave into it.
Her thong was pressed tightly against her pussy. He could see the individual bulges of her lips and he could also see that it was soaked through with her wetness. His erection was so strong that it was actually painful to keep his jeans on.
Not stopping to think, because thinking about it would only lead to good decisions, he wrenched down the thong, exposing her pussy, making her completely vulnerable.
He took in the view for just a moment. She was swollen and pink. Rhette must have spent a good deal of time grooming herself. Her labia were completely hairless, but he could just see the hint of dark red hair rising toward her belly from the top of her slit. But now wasn’t the time to relive schoolboy fantasies of women throwing themselves at him—even if it had come true—and he clumsily pulled at his zipper, button, underwear, and jeans until he was able to get out his cock and plunge it into Rhette.
If she was surprised or alarmed at his eagerness, she didn’t give any obvious signs of being upset. She just grunted once, adjusted the angle of her hips, and allowed him to grab her tightly so that he could slam in and out of her as hard and fast as he could.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. If he could have seen her face he would have seen the tears seeping out of her eyes. It wasn’t that he was causing her pain; it was that he was giving her exactly what she wanted and what she wanted happened to deceive him, if only slightly.
“Fast, hard, and straight,” she told him, settling into the moment.
Jordan knew he wouldn’t last long. It wasn’t the sort of fuck that two people enjoyed together. This was a fuck of desperation and need—and use. Jordan knew he was being used and—oddly—he was okay with that. At least at that moment.
“Make me cum!’ Rhette begged, almost sobbing. “Harder! Make it hurt.”
No matter what she said, Jordan was going to do whatever he needed to do. He wished his cock was made of solid steel just to see how much she could actually take. There were wonderful ways to hurt her—
“Jesus fuck yes!” she screamed. Her words announced her climax and her pussy clamped down on his cock, flooding it with a heat he found surprising. That was more than enough to make him cum as well, which resulted in him f
illing her pussy with more spunk than he thought he could ever produce.
With each spurt he slammed his cock into her so hard that the previous deposit he had put in her leaked out around his cock. It was incredible, but it couldn’t last. Nothing like this could.
The moment passed and he experienced that sudden loss of strength that accompanied post-climax. His cock slipped from her pussy and she moaned in grief at the loss.
Jordan stumbled backwards and fell onto the couch. Rhette wasn’t nearly as overcome as he was, and managed to have some dignity as she lowered herself to the floor. He gave a brief though as to her leaking cum all over the carpet, but that didn’t matter, not now. He also wondered how she sat on her ass after the paddling he gave her, but she was the experienced sort of woman that could take more pain than he could imagine.
“Okay, yeah. We can keep doing this,” Rhette announced with a smile, somehow compelling him into an agreement he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted. “The next time we fuck, you’re going to put it in my ass.”
I am? Jordan thought, but he knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Part Four
Chapter Thirteen
“More,” Rhette said to Jordan.
“Are you sure?” He was kneeling between her legs, bottle of lubricant in hand. She was on her back, two pillows under her ass, and had so much lube on her pussy and ass that it looked like a bottle of olive oil had been spilled between her legs. Jordan was pretty sure they had gone overboard.
“I know what I’m doing,” she said confidently. She was lying. While she wanted him to think she knew what she was doing, she only had the barest basics on anal sex, but it wouldn’t do to have him know that. “More is always better whether it’s sex or lube or money or education.”
He nodded and added some more lube to his mostly erect cock. He was nervous but at the same time he was curious as to how this was going to play out. Rhette always seemed to know exactly what she wanted and even though she made it so that she was in the more subservient position, somehow she also seemed to be in charge.
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