Blue Desire by Sindra van Yssel

her butt,
the other probing the last place she thought anyone would want to touch. His
finger was warm, though, and slick. He’d covered it with lube, she realized,
and warmed the lube up so as not to shock her. Maybe he wasn’t such a sadist
after all.
    Actually, he’s cared
for my needs every time I’ve met him.
    She
tried to relax as he gradually pushed his finger inside. He could have drizzled the cold lube on her. This, after all, was makeup
for what he’d done for her, wasn’t it? He didn’t need to take special care.
Even as she relaxed, the corset still held her back taut.
    He
wiggled his finger inside her ass, spreading the lube and slickening her up. It tickled nerves she didn’t know she had, and it felt strangely good.
She couldn’t feel the other hand anymore, so it was doing God knows what. In
the stillness of the room, she thought maybe she heard the lube bottle being
squeezed, but the pop made by his
finger pulling out was louder and more embarrassing.
    Something
thicker pushed into her ass. His cock? She decided it
was two fingers. They slid in easier than the first had, oddly. She could sense
that there was more lube by the way they moved. He slid them in and out of her,
pushing them apart now and then to stretch her. In spite of her earlier fears,
she found herself pushing back against him, willing his fingers to enter her
more deeply.
    He
withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock to her little hole. She could sense
there was more lube on it because it wasn’t quite as warm as the lube on his
hands, and that stopped her from tensing up. She didn’t think she could
possibly be more slippery. Some people do
this all the time . He pushed forward, both his hands on her cheeks now,
spreading her. Yes, but not everyone is
as big as he is.
    She
felt herself stretch as he entered her. He was slow and careful and paused when
he was a little ways in. It didn’t hurt.
    “Breathe,
Katrina.”
    She
realized she’d been holding her breath, and she couldn’t expand her lungs
enough to make up for it all at once. She tried to focus on her breathing, but
it was hard with his cock partly in her ass. Still, she managed. He was right:
there was a skill to it, and she was getting better at taking breaths that were
as deep as the corset allowed.
    “Good
girl,” he murmured. He slid forward.
    Slowly
he pushed in, and she stretched to accommodate him. He grunted when his pubic
bone nudged against her cheeks. With him all the way in, she felt incredibly
full and empty at the same time because her pussy didn’t have anything in it. Well, at least this way I can’t come before him.
    He
slid back and then thrust back in. Then back more before filling her again.
Then farther still. His hands, one gloved, the other
not, moved to grab her hips, controlling her movements. He pulled on her when
he thrust in and held her still when he partially withdrew. Her clit tingled,
wanting attention and not getting it. With every thrust, the tingling got
worse, and it filled her head. She wanted to be touched there so badly. In
fact, she could definitely come this way, filled from behind—no, fucked in the
ass, that was the term for it. She was getting used, roughly, and she wanted
it.
    She
pushed back, trying to drive him deeper, even though he felt impossibly huge
there, because she wanted more. More of anything but above
all more of this powerful man and his control. The hands on her hips
were the best part, telling her that she couldn’t get free and wasn’t in charge
of her movements. His grip seemed as much made out of steel as the bones in the
corset.
    “Would
you come if I stroked your clit right now?”
    She
thought of shaking her head. Maybe she could get what she needed, but if she
did, he wouldn’t come first. He might punish her for that. Spank her, although
that didn’t frighten her. Disappointing him was more frightening. “Yes, I think
so.”
    “Yes
what?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    His
ungloved hand moved let go of