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“You’re into this?” she purred.

I blushed furiously when I realized what she was holding. It was a magazine filled with men who were taking it up the ass. From other men, from women with strap-ons, from groups of women with all sizes of dildos.

All I could do was nod. What was the point in lying?

I should have known then what tricks Lynn had up her sleeve.

It was late at night when she came to me. I was naked in bed, almost asleep and thinking about her. I heard her moving in the darkness, and I instantly tracked where she was, the way a bodyguard always knows where everyone in the room is standing. Then I heard a noise I hadn’t heard before. A tinkling sound, almost like handcuffs.

My guard went up immediately. The one thing I do not let Lynn do is use handcuffs on me. Ever. There is still too much of the protector mentality, even during those most intimate times. I have to be able to move quickly and at a moment’s notice.

“You’re not using those on me,” I said into the darkness. Lynn stopped moving. I could almost hear her smiling. Her voice was low and coy.

“Oh, I think I can change your mind.”

I shifted in the bed and started to reach in the direction of the voice. She found me first. She slid her hand up my thigh and found my cock. I was already rock hard at the thought of having Lynn in my bed again. She took advantage of it by rubbing me with long, firm strokes. I heard the tinkle of metal again.

“No,” I said, and Lynn chuckled. She took my hand and led it down…down, between her legs. I jerked back at the surprise of what I found there. Lynn sighed a happy sigh and turned on the bedside lamp.

Lynn McCain, the sexy siren who has made millions of hearts flutter, was standing in front of me wearing a strap-on cock. The look was completed with a gorgeous leather bustier and leather boots. But it was the cock that held my rapt attention. I watched as she stroked her cock slowly while she looked me in the eye.

“I’m going to fuck you with this,” she said.

My own cock immediately went from hard to diamond-cutter stiff. I took a deep breath and my voice didn’t even sound like my own when I spoke. “Will you be gentle?”

She considered my request with a gleam in her eye. “I’ll use lube,” she conceded. “And you will wear this.”

She held up a cock ring. It had a larger ring that was supposed to fit around my balls. I shivered in anticipation. “If I can’t tie you to the bed,” she said, “at least I can tie your cock up.”

I lay back and watched as she slid the leather over my cock. It chafed a little but she didn’t seem to care. She pulled it tight around my balls and when I grimaced, she just pulled it tighter. It was quickly becoming apparent what I was going to go through. Whether it was the ring or Lynn’s roughness, I found myself harder than ever. I longed to stroke my cock and more than that, I wanted to feel what I had dreamed about for as long as I could remember. I wanted to feel that cock slide into my ass. I wanted to come that way.

I watched as Lynn opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the little bottle I kept there. It had only been used for those rare times she let me slide my cock into her tight little ass, or those nights when I had to take care of things myself. She held the bottle up in front of me and smiled a naughty smile. “Get on your knees, bitch.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t used to giving up control for anyone, even for Lynn. I knew she had a dominant streak in her, but I had never catered to it until now. I was nervous as hell. Lynn stepped forward and grabbed my hair, a quick motion that was completely out of character for her. I stared up at her in surprise.

“Get on your knees or I might change my mind about the lube,” she taunted.

I scrambled to obey, then I watched Lynn as she circled the bed, stroking her cock all the while. I heard the little click of the bottle opening. Then I heard the rude noises it made when she squeezed some of the lube out. When she touched my ass, I jumped. She ignored my moan of concern and spread my cheeks so she could spread the lube where she wanted.

I got even more excited when she rubbed my asshole gently with her finger. Then she pushed a little and one finger slid inside. I had played with myself like that before, sometimes using two fingers before I came, but it felt different to have someone else do it. I pushed back against her hand and Lynn purred in approval. “Good boy,” she said.

She pumped that finger in and out for a while, talking to me the whole time. “You really want this cock up your ass, don’t you? You want to feel it stretch you open and then slide all the way in. But do you want me to go nice and slow, or do you want me to fuck you hard and make you hurt? Which one do you want?”

I groaned as she fucked me harder with her finger. “I want it hard,” I whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Lynn said menacingly.

“Hard,” I responded, and I felt myself blushing again, just like I did when she found my porn magazines.

“Tell me more,” she demanded.

“I want it hard…I want you to fuck me deep. I want you to slide it in slow so I can feel the way it burns. Then I want you to just let go and fuck the hell out of my ass.”

Lynn got up on the bed behind me. She played with my ass for a while longer. I jerked and moaned and tried to take more of her finger inside by leaning back on her hand. I could hear the sound of the lube as she stroked her cock.

Then Lynn got on her knees and poised herself right behind me, pointing her cock at my rear entrance. “Take a deep breath,” she said softly, and I did. I held on to the pillow for dear life. I knew she was going to be careful but I knew it would hurt anyway. The funny thing was, I wanted it to hurt. I felt like it should. Giving up your virginity shouldn’t be easy.

Lynn slipped the cock between my cheeks. She ran it up and down across my asshole. The tip of the cock slid against my balls every time she stroked downward. I wanted to come so badly, but the cock ring was tight, almost too tight. I knew I wouldn’t be able to come until Lynn let it happen. I felt completely controlled by her. Lynn lifted one leg to make the angle better. Now she was leaning over me, kneeling with one knee on the bed. She had more power that way, too. She could slide into me with one long stroke and put all her weight behind it. I was filled with a kind of delicious terror at the thought that she just might do that.