Page 53 of We Own Each Other

Watching between my legs, he reached down for another bottle, popped it open, and covered his gloved hand once again. The black rubber shimmered and shone, like an obsidian jewel, and then disappeared from view.

I stiffened as I felt it.

Two fingers.

I was used to Corin’s warm, soft flesh, so the cold rubber, slick with more cold lube, felt not only foreign, but scary. My body jerked reflexively, and those hard invaders slipped right back out. Instantly, Corin’s free hand was on my waist, stroking it.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded my head against the tarp, then, with a quivering voice, tried my best to relax.

“Yeah. Fine. Keep going.”

Corin’s ungloved hand remained on my waist, continuing to massage the flesh there.

“Okay. But tell me what the safe word is. Just in case.”

“Turtle dove.”

His chuckling washed over me like a comforting wave. My body naturally relaxed as I basked in it, and I let him hold my waist so he could guide me back to what I knew were his waiting fingers. Like before, two fingers breached my insides.

Before I could react, he purred:

“Good boy.”

My own cock, which had been fluctuating between rock hard and swinging limply between my thighs at half mast, suddenly settled into rigid steel. Long ropes of cum were beginning to dribble out, too. That was what I wanted.

I wanted to be a good boy and take whatever punishment my partner could give me.

I moaned, pushing myself back to force those fingers deeper inside. They stabbed awkwardly inside, in places that did nothing for me, but still made me clamp down on them and suck them deeper where I did want them to reach. If only I could tell my insides to wait.

Soon, everything inside me would be touched in ways they never had been before.

Corin rewarded my efforts, hooking his fingers so they tapped the spot I usually liked. It sent shocks of electricity coursing through my spine, so deep and warm that I nearly melted entirely. My back arched, begging for more, which Corin obliged immediately, adding a third finger to the mix.

This was my usual limit, and where we would usually transition from fingers to cock or a toy.

But this wouldn’t be where it stopped.

And just like that, a fourth finger forced its way inside. This was about the size of the last plug I had carried inside me, but it still felt like I was being pried open. He had narrowed his fingers, forcing them into an awkward position so they weren’t as accurate in their stimulation.

But there were so many, hitting in so many different places, it was still overwhelming in a pleasurable way.

My hands had long started falling away from my ass, struggling to keep a grip on anything as I was thoroughly fucked by Corin’s fingers. But my cruel master wasn’t going to allow me to so easily drift away in the pleasure of it all.

With a fleshy smack, a stinging burn radiated from my left ass cheek, and all I could do was yelp. Meanwhile, my back reflexively went to arch upward, like a wild animal, but Corin’s free hand pressed firmly into the small of my back, forcing me back down. With a growl, he commanded:

“Hold it open for me. So I can fuck you right.”

My arms and hands were trembling, and all of the stimulation was making me drool, unable to close my mouth as I moaned. But I did my best to swallow and steady myself. Those weak and shaking hands of mine found their place on each ass cheek once again, and I held myself open just as I had been commanded.

Corin sighed, a deep and pleasurable breath, barely audible over the sound of my own hole, squelching full of lube.

I could feel myself, ready to burst, but before I could even tell Corin, I could feel it. His thumb was shoving its way inside. The awkward cone his hand had formed thickened. Every knuckle snapped into my body and rooted itself firmly inside me. My insides, unfamiliar with something so rigid and bumpy, were spasming, doing their best to conform around the hand, stretching me somewhere that had never been so thoroughly stretched before.

As soon as his hand was inside, he froze, allowing my hole to wrap snugly around his wrist.

I could barely breathe. My abdomen was pulsing, begging me to push; meanwhile, all of my sensitive areas were being stimulated at once from the weight and the pressure. With my mouth gaping open, all I could do was groan.