Page 32 of Over the Line

She had her doubts.

Master Michael was focused on the pursuit of what he wanted. He moved his left arm beneath her hip bones to support her weight as he eased his cock into her pussy and slid a finger in and out of her rear.

“Imagine what it will be like when you have a fat plug there.”

Frantically, she shook her head. “No way, Sir.”

“I love it when you tell me no, little sub.” He laughed. “Makes your inevitable yes all the sweeter.”

Her temporary Dom put a finger all the way up her, seating it to the knuckle. Then, as she gasped, he fucked her with it, twisting his finger as he pushed in. He stuffed her, leaving her feeling overly full.

Still, the sensation wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d feared, and within less than a minute, her normal thirst to experience something new reasserted itself.

“What do you think, Sydney?” Instead of waiting for a response, he did her, hard.

Pain from the clamps, combined with the exhilarating thrill of the anal penetration and the pounding from his thick dick, created a dizzying rush of excitement that she’d never experienced before.

He left her breathless.

She cried out an orgasm, but he kept going, never acknowledging or slowing down. As a Dom, he overwhelmed her. She was grateful for his arm beneath her, supporting her, since she wasn’t sure she could have held herself up.

She’d thought the orgasms up until now had been exquisite, but this was beyond anything she’d hoped for.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Your pussy is tight on me. So, so good.”

Then he was at her rear again, forcing her sphincter wider as he added a second finger. “I can’t take that much,” she protested.

“You can. You will.”

She did, and she was grateful for it. Going beyond her self-imposed limits was more incredible than she’d thought possible.

He continued his relentless onslaught, and she came again and again until it became like an out of body experience.

It seemed an incredible amount of time later when she felt a change in his rhythm. A sense of feminine power crept over her when he gave a guttural moan. “Come, Sir,” she said. “Deep in me. Give it to me.”

With the arm he had beneath her, he powerfully lifted her lower body off the mattress, owning her as he gave a final few jerky motions before pulsing inside her.

“So hot, Sir.”

“Fuck.”

As he convulsed in her, she smiled. Who is dominating whom?

He held her for several moments before slowly withdrawing his fingers and cock from her. Her heartbeat started to return to normal.

Eventually she exhaled a shaky breath. “Well, Sir…” She left the sentence unfinished as she had no words.

“Stay as you are,” he said. “Just a few seconds.”

Before she had fully realized that he was gone, she heard water running in the en suite. He was back right away with a washcloth to cleanse her. Then he pressed the warm towel against her rear, soothing the ache there.

“Your ass is presented so prettily. Maybe I’ll keep you in this position for a while longer.”

“That’s a horrid suggestion.”

“Excuse me?”

“Horrid, Sir.”