The Exposure

   She didn’t think she would be too wet, but Luke apparently knew better because when she reached down, she was more than ready. “Very wet, Sir.”

   “Good,” he said. “You need to be wet for what I have planned.”

   Holy fuck. What did that mean?

   But he continued on, as if he hadn’t just said something shocking. “Rub your clit. Rub it to where you’re just on the edge, and when you feel like you’re going to come, you may enter the bathroom.”

   She wanted to take her time, to ease herself into arousal. Drag it out little by little. Make him wait. But she was on the edge and so vastly curious about what he had planned. With one hand she rubbed her clit, and with the other kept pinching her nipples. She found herself fighting off orgasm sooner than anticipated.

   When she entered the bathroom, Luke stood in the middle of the room. Thank goodness he had taken his clothes off, because he was damn fine-looking naked. If she hadn’t been aroused, the sight of him naked, erect, and waiting would have done it.

   He took one look at her and fisted his cock. “I wish I had my camera. You look so fuckable in those heels.”

   She almost told him he was a fine one to talk, but her gaze landed on the countertop and she sucked in her breath at what she saw. Luke followed her line of sight and grinned.

   “I’ve never had your ass.”

   No, he hadn’t. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had anal sex.

   But Luke seemed unaffected by her hesitation. “Go bend over and place your hands on the edge of the tub.”

   His tub was a large, freestanding number that would provide plenty of support. She took a deep breath and followed his instructions. However, when she was in position, she started having second thoughts.

   Luke walked behind her and cupped her backside. “You’re nervous.”

   “Slightly, Sir.”

   “You know I would never hurt you.”

   “Yes, Sir.”

   “Your brain knows that, but your body is a different story.” He proceeded to caress her, using his knowledgeable hands to slowly stroke that spark of arousal back into a flame. “So what I need to do is to get your body to that point. To where it trusts me. So that it accepts whatever I choose to give it.”

   And what are you going to give it tonight? she wanted to ask. Instead, she closed her eyes and placed herself in his experienced hands, because she knew in doing so, he would take care of her, he would pleasure her, and it would make him happy to feel her surrender.

   “There we go, sweetheart,” he said as she relaxed her body. “Your submission is so sweet, so sexy. Thank you.”

   She did tense briefly when she felt his slick finger against her anus.

   “Easy.” He pressed a little farther. “Nice and easy. I’ll be gentle.”

   She knew he would, so she took a deep breath and bore down against the pressure, allowing his finger to slip inside her. She was unaccustomed to the fullness. Anal sex had never been her favorite.

   “I’m not going to fuck you here tonight.” He removed his finger and replaced it with a small vibrator. “But I will soon, so I need to get you ready.”

   The vibrator was bigger than his finger and her entire body trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She had a feeling he wasn’t going to remove the vibrator anytime soon.

   “You’re so tight. How long has it been?” he asked.

   “A long time, Sir.”

   “Definitely something to look forward to in the future.” She felt him take a step back, but he kept hold of the vibrator. “You look so damn hot. Bent over the tub in those heels, your ass offered to me, and your greedy, wet pussy aching to be filled.”

   Yes! she wanted to shout. Because she needed to be filled so, so badly. But he wasn’t doing it just yet. No, with the vibrator inside her, he was playing her. His hands once more traveled all across her body. Taunting. Teasing. Tormenting.

   “Please, Sir.”

   “Are you trying to tell your Dom what to do?”

   “No, I just need—”

   He gave her butt a hard slap. “Don’t tell me what you need. I’m your Dom. I know what you need. I know what you want. But you only get what I offer. Understood?”

   She took a deep breath to keep from whining. “Yes, Sir.”

   He chuckled, perhaps realizing her struggle. Seconds later came the rustle of a condom package. Finally he was pressed against her, but didn’t enter.

   “Can you feel me? Seconds away from pushing into you? Do you know how tight you’ll feel with that vibrator in your ass? So damn tight.” He pushed just a little into her. “Do you feel it? Your body stretching to accept me?”

   “Please, Sir.” She was caught between the desire to have him inside her and just a bit of anticipation because she knew it would be a tight fit. It was probably going to hurt, but she knew it would feel so, so good after a few seconds.

   “You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” He held still. “How it’ll feel when I push my way inside. The initial burn that’ll make you worry I’ll split you wide-open. The gradual acceptance of my cock as I fuck you deeper and deeper. And you’re so stretched and so full, you don’t think you can take anymore.”

   He started pushing into her again, his wicked whispers making her crave more and more.

   “What do you think I’ll do when I finally get my cock buried inside you?” he asked.

   “Fuck me, Sir?”

   “Before that.”

   How the hell did he expect her to think when there were so many sensations running through her body? She wasn’t sure what her name was. She didn’t know what year it was. If the room caught fire, she probably wouldn’t notice because it’d be minor in comparison to the fire he created inside her.