by Thianna D
“Good. Now, bend your front forward so your head rests on your arms while your bottom remains angled up.”
Envisioning how that posture would look, Elly hesitated. “That’s a rather embarrassing pose to assume, Jerry.”
“But it’s the best one for what we’re doing. You have your words to fall back on if you need them, but I expect you to do as I ask.”
Elly cast an unhappy glance at him. He was asking her to present her genitals in a way that would leave her vulnerable and exposed to his gaze and touch. When he arched an eyebrow, she hesitated.
“Should I start counting again?” he asked, keeping his tone gentle, but firm.
With a shake of her head, Elly grimaced and cautiously assumed the position he wanted.
“Relax, Elly. Your instinct will be to draw in and tighten your muscles, but I want you to go against your instincts and push back against my hand instead.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can, and I expect you to obey me, not argue. You want me to continue talking to you?”
“Yes, please.” The only talking Arthur ever did was to insult her, so the thought of a little positive reinforcement sounded helpful.
“Okay. I love your bottom.” When his anointed finger began circling the forbidden zone, she dropped her butt. “No… Back up in position.”
“I don’t want to,” she admitted, aware she was whining like a bratty, obstinate teenager, but she seriously did not want to do this.
“Are you saying ‘no’ to me?” he asked quietly.
Wincing, she shook her head and assumed the awkward pose again. “Better.” He resumed his circling. “In truth, I don’t think there’s any part of you I don’t love.” His caresses narrowed in focus. “But your silky, soft backside has to be my favorite playground.” One finger eased into her back hole, and she tucked tail, tensing against the intrusion.
“No, back up.” When she dipped down even more, he sighed. “Do you require further incentive to do as I ask?”
Incentive, another fancy word for swat. “No, sir.”
“Then resume your position, please. Good. Now, relax,” he ordered, using his Dom voice to gain her compliance.
Her protest emerged as a mumbled ‘ugh,’ but she did as she was told and his finger slipped in a little further, stretching her more than was comfortable. An unexpected cramp indicated her rectum was unpleasantly full and needed to be emptied. Afraid her bowels would disgrace her, Elly clenched again, but he persisted with a steady in-and-out movement that her body slowly recognized. Unable to help herself, Elly responded by lifting her hips.
“That’s a girl. Feels good, doesn’t it? Ride the wave, sweetheart.
Her mind and body at war, Elly tried shutting off her brain to allow her senses full reign. Jerry’s soft encouragement urged her toward acceptance until a slight stirring of pleasure took bloom and he withdrew, shifted and pushed in again. This time the stretching grew into a painful reminder both her mind and body instantly resisted.
“Ox!” she called, panting through the burn. Jerry promptly stilled his movements for a moment before proceeding at a much slower pace.
“What did you do?” Elly demanded, getting up on her hands to look back at him.
“Head down, Elly.”
Though his tone didn’t brook disobedience, her body opposed his intentions. “But —”
“You heard me young lady. My instructions are not open to debate.”
Groaning in protest, Elly resumed her position, then tucked her head beneath her arms to hold it in place. Jerry could be so bossy at times, and her butt paid the price if she didn’t listen. And right now, it was consumed by an aching burn.
“You’ve got enough to focus on without worrying about what I’m doing. You concentrate on the sensations; I’ll take care of the mechanics.”
“It hurts,” she whined. Her protest might be feeble, but it needed to be made.
“Only because you’re so tightly clenched, you’re causing yourself discomfort. Now, relax.” Eyes closed and body sore, she forced herself to stop fighting.
“Better. Good.”
Though she was far from comfortable, Elly realized he was right. If she kept her muscles slack, the aching receded into a stretchy fullness that wasn’t pleasant, but she couldn’t classify it as intolerable, either.
Taking another deep breath, Elly tried to view this activity from his perspective, and failed miserably.
“What is it men find so attractive about anal sex anyway?” she grunted with a grimace, attempting to thrust her backside out in time with his movements.
He chuckled. “Keep working with me and you’ll discover the reason for yourself. Gazelle?” he prompted.
Though his pressing fingers no longer hurt, she wasn’t seeing fireworks either. “If you must.”
As he increased his momentum, a slow-building friction melded into something close to pleasure. The fullness hadn’t abated, but the earlier burning had morphed into a warm thrumming she sought to intensify. Her hips wiggled as she pushed back to counter his thrusts.
“That’s it, sweetie. Okay, third stage. Take a breath and stay loose.”
Head bent, she followed his instructions as he pulled out. However, this time when his oiled fingers pressed inside her tight hole, an immediate fiery pain had her crying out, “Lion! Please lion!”
He stopped pressing forward, but didn’t withdraw.
“Please, Jerry. Take them out. It hurts. No more. Please.”
“Shh. You’re doing really well, Elly. I realize it’s uncomfortable, but —”
“No! It hurts!”
“Isn’t it starting to ease?”
“No.”
“Okay.” He withdrew his fingers and massaged the outer ring again, soothing the burn.
“I’ve had enough. Can we quit now?”
“How’s your butt?”
“Sore.”
“Still? Even now?”
She inventoried the area in question only to realize the burning ceased the moment he pulled out, leaving behind an insistent ache that throbbed like a ghostly remnant in her butt. “No. I guess not,” she confessed grumpily, wanting to stop, but holding her position until they agreed. “What you’re doing now is okay, but what you did before hurt, a lot, and I don’t want to continue. I’m sorry. I know you wanted to prove something to me, but this isn’t going to work.”
“You still thinking I will change into Arthur overnight?”
She harrumphed despite her waning discomfort. “No.” Adjusting her position a little, she managed to look back at him. He hadn’t stopped touching her, but he wasn’t pressing for more either. He listened when she called her stop word, and didn’t get angry or call her names the way Arthur did. He didn’t even act disgruntled when she demanded he put a halt to their — play. She used the word, even though she still had difficulty viewing this activity as play. Play was meant to be fun, and having a man’s fingers thrusting in and out of your asshole was anything but. “Thank you for not getting angry with me.”
“Elly…” He paused as if trying to gather his thoughts. “This is not something that would ever make me angry.”
“Right. You only threatened to paddle my butt if I didn’t agree to do what you wanted.”
“I know it seems that way to you, but what I was objecting to was your penchant toward giving up without even trying. Wait. Let me explain first. I can understand and respect the fact you have limits. I do, too. But what I don’t want is for you to establish your preferences based on the extreme experiences you suffered under your former husband. He’s the exception, Elly, not the rule. And, if you form your likes and dislikes dependent on how Arthur preferred to do things, we’re going to have problems. Can you understand what I’m saying?”
She nodded, then frowned. “So, you think it’s important we continue this. Don’t you?”
“Yes, but only because you’re allowing your past to limit our future. I can guarantee I wo
n’t do anything the same way Arthur did. Even though you were uncomfortable, did you feel trapped earlier, as if you couldn’t get free or ask for my help?”
“Nooo. But I guess I did panic a little when the stretching grew painfully tight.”
“I agree, and that’s why I stopped. A little unease and uncertainty is fine, but sinking into a full-blown panic is not. Do you think you can trust me enough to get us past this point?”
She met his gaze. His expression remained hopeful, but guarded. He wanted to help her get over her fears, but they could only accomplish the goal if she was willing to try. “I hope so. I want to. Honest. I’m sorry I freaked out.”
“Sweetie, you don’t need to apologize. We may not succeed in doing this today, but if we don’t, I won’t consider it a failure as long as you understand that pleasure, and not pain, is my goal.”
“Okay.” She lay her head back down and sighed. Relaxing as fully as was possible for her, she whispered, “Gazelle.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “That’s my girl.”
Seconds later, Jerry’s probing fingers had her to the point where she called a halt the last time. Fighting against the terrible burn from his purposeful stretching, Elly bit her lip to keep from begging him to stop again. “Ugh,” she grunted as her body resisted the painful intrusion.
“Cease trying to escape by pulling away. Relax and push against my hand instead.”
Pain tightened her throat along with everything else. “It hurts!”
“I know. But it’ll quit hurting, Elly, I promise, if you do as I say.”
Elly gripped her pillow in her fists and struggled not to fight him. The stinging lessened a bit, but nothing about this activity approximated pleasure. Nearly intolerable was more apt.
“Good girl,” he praised as he moved in and out of her a little more easily.
Eyes closed, Elly raised her head and tried to counter his thrusts.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Perfect. On a pain scale of one to ten, how are you doing?”
“About a five,” she groaned.
“All right. Let me know when your discomfort eases down to a two.”
She took a few deep breaths and followed his lead. A moment later, she said, “Two.”
“Wonderful.” He withdrew his fingers and ripped off his glove.
Relief rippled through her. “Are we done?”
“Do we need to be?”
Turning, she saw his zipper descend and winced. He was a beautiful man, but at that moment, she wished he wasn’t quite so generously endowed. He eased a condom over his erection. Someone was definitely enjoying this.
When he raised an eyebrow, Elly realized she hadn’t answered his question. “I’d feel sort of guilty calling a halt to things now, since you just got specially dressed for the occasion.”
He chuckled. “Pressing my fingers into you back there only reminded me how much I want to make love to you, my sweet, saucy minx. I am totally at your mercy.”
She scoffed. “Yeah. You look really helpless right now.”
His expression took on an uncertain cast as he placed his hands on her hips. “I adore you with all my heart, and want nothing more than to worship your body with my own, but only if you desire me in the same way.”
Her eyes filling with tears, Elly understood this would indeed be the first time anyone had attempted to make love to her this way. She’d experienced sex and pain before, but never love. Finally accepting the difference, she smiled and said, “Yes, I want you, Jerry. Please take away all my terrible memories by creating new ones with me. I need you to make love to me.”
He liberally coated his erection with the scented oil, and then placed a hand on her back. “We’ll take this as slow as you need. Now put your head down, sweet one, and let me guide you toward a fantastic journey for two.”
Smiling, she resumed her position and closed her eyes. Jerry was nothing like Arthur as he proved repeatedly today. She only hoped she wouldn’t panic again.
Elly held her breath and did her best to relax as he eased into her from behind with a steady, unhurried pace. Her body still resisted the intrusion until he breeched her sphincter; then, with a little pop, he passed the thin barrier. No pain. Only a fullness that was a little overwhelming to contemplate. No fireworks, but no agony either. She sighed in relief, grateful for his loving patience and firm determination.
He continued to advance forward with a gentle pressure until he was fully seated. At that point, he held still, letting her body grow accustomed to his presence in what she used to consider forbidden territory. “Okay?” he asked after a minute.
Tentatively giving a small squeeze, she discovered the fullness bordered on an erotic sensation. Pleased, she pushed back and murmured, “Gazelle.”
Giving her hips an encouraging press, he withdrew. Not all the way, only enough to clear the taut ring before he pushed in again, each time applying a little more force until his pelvis kissed her bottom. Without any pain to dull the experience, Elly could focus on the deepening pleasure. What had been an unwanted stretching earlier grew into warm, glowing expansion that had her seeking a deeper contact and teased her clit out of hiding.
“Hmm,” she hummed, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You’re so tight, darling. I love the way you grip me as if you don’t want to let me go.”
“Ahh. I don’t. It’s good. Don’t stop.” Craving a release she didn’t think possible earlier, Elly responded with urgent, backward thrusts. She wanted this. She wanted him.
“I don’t believe I could even if I wanted to. Now let’s see if I can help you find your sweet spot.”
When he inserted two fingers into her wet, eager channel, Elly thought the combination would be too much, but rather than pain, her system interpreted the penetration as a welcomed stretch as her body accommodated and encompassed him. Swallowing, she tucked her head and squeezed her inner muscles. Then, Jerry’s thumb stroked a spot that filled her with light, as if a switch had been flicked. Her breathing quickening, Elly gasped and rose up on all fours to gain better leverage. Legs quivering, her vagina tightened and pulsed as pleasure bloomed like a ripened flower inside her.
“Go with it. Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged as rhythm and tempo merged toward a thunderous climax.
“Ooh. I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t try.” His fingers gripped her more tightly as her insides coiled while her hips gyrated toward an ecstasy unlike anything she’d experienced before. Then, as if an electric current suddenly sparked within her groin, she spiraled, screamed and shattered into a thousand bits of light. He followed her almost immediately afterward, remaining deeply seated until her orgasm’s tiny spasms ceased. Placing a kiss to the small of her back, he pulled out and disposed of the condom before he crawled back into bed and drew her into a tight embrace.
Tears of relief trickled down Elly’s cheeks as she clung to his shoulders and sobbed, while his heart pounded in her ear as if he’d just finished running a marathon.
Even though he was panting from the exertion, quiet words of comfort and reassurance flowed from his lips as his hands stroked and soothed. After a while, her tremors quieted and she snuggled against him, finally at peace with herself.
That night he pampered, fed and bathed her until Elly’s muscles were no longer her own to command. They slept curled together like puppies, and Elly was content for the first time since she’d accepted Jerry’s proposal. In the morning, Jerry woke her with a quick kiss before he rose and said, “After breakfast, you and I need to have a serious discussion about Monday.”
Afraid she knew exactly what that meant, Elly’s stomach dropped as she gave him a single nod; grateful he’d given her yesterday and last night first.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although Jerry was careful to reassure Elly with frequent touches and gentle squeezes of her fingers, breakfast was a strained affair. She recognized she’d bent one of their rules when she ran off without telling him first,
and Jerry would hardly be pleased with the way she challenged Arthur, especially since she’d gotten in trouble the first time she attempted to take her ex-husband down, but she didn’t consider bending the same as breaking. Besides, this was the day before her wedding, and even if she had made a mistake, she didn’t want to go through one of the most important days of her life with red, swollen eyes and a butt any sorer than it already was. However, Jerry was a stickler for following rules, so her chances of emerging unscathed from their discussion was slim indeed.
They cleared the table and did the dishes together. Afterwards, he turned to face her. “Let’s put the dogs in the back for a while. All right?”
When she grimaced, he kissed her forehead. “You go ahead and take them out. Muffin will be happier if you’re the one who orders her to stay outside.”
“Don’t you think it’s too cold to leave them out there?”
“They won’t be out for long, Elly, and the weather channel said it would be in the high thirties/low forties today, so they wouldn’t freeze even if our discussion takes a half-hour.”
“You think it might?” she asked softly.
“Perhaps not. We’ll see, shall we? I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
With a nod, Elly called the dogs and got them settled outside in their fenced yard. The moment Muffin noticed Elly wasn’t staying, the determined little dog raced to get back to her. Taking Jerry’s advice, Elly shook her head and gave Muffin the signal to stop. “No. You stay here and play in the snow. I’ll be back shortly.” She murmured, I hope, under her breath.
Muffin harrumphed until Jack gave her playful nudge with his nose. Playing coy, she let out a bark and scurried off so he would chase her. Smiling, Elly shut the door, took off her coat, and then walked to the living room where she promptly stopped in the doorway.
Three items lay on the coffee table. One of Jerry’s belts, her hairbrush and the dreaded Corbin’s Bend welcome paddle. This was not going to be fun.
He extended a hand toward her. “Come, sit beside me and we’ll talk for a bit.”
She walked over to the couch. “Those do not look like you have talking in mind.”
