“Don’t wanna miss the show.”
“Show?” Her throat bobbed on a swallow before she cracked her eyes open, brows drawn.
I ran my palm over her pussy, before turning my hand over and coating the other side with as much of her release as I could.
Gemma watched my actions, her confusion evident when I held up my hand for inspection.
Lube would have been ideal, but this would do in a pinch.
Pressing my fingers together, I brought my hand back to her entrance, this time forcing four fingers inside.
Moaning, Gemma gripped the sheets, holding on for dear life as I spread the digits, stretching her wide.
I gave her a few pumps like that, and when I was sure she could handle it, I tucked my thumb to my palm and pushed as deep as I could, her body resisting taking my hand past that final knuckle.
“It’s too much,” she whined from above, trying to clamp her legs closed when I twisted my fist, opening her up further.
“Gemma, baby. Look at me.”
Her head thrashed from side to side. Damp, tangled hair stuck to her face with the motion.
“This is the part where I need you to make a choice. Look at me.”
Thin slits of hazel peeked back at me. Good enough.
“You have a decision to make. And I can’t make it for you. I can only tell you how it will play out based on your choice.” I paused before explaining her options. “You can let the fear of the unknown take over, tense up, and this is gonna hurt like hell because you’ll be fighting against it instead of working with me. Or, you can take a deep breath, relax, and trust me. If you do, I promise this will feel amazing. But you have to give yourself over to me completely. There’s no middle ground. You’re either all in with me, or you’re not.”
I watched the war play out on her face as her nostrils flared with each exhale. Her pussy was tight around my fingers, and I prayed I wouldn’t be the one to bring her pain. She had to know that was the last thing I wanted.
Choose me, baby. I promise I’ll never let you down.
Almost as if she could hear my silent plea, she took a deep breath, her tensed thighs falling open, as she whispered, “Make me feel good, Sasha.”
My lungs burned, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath while awaiting her answer. Sucking in a greedy gulp of air, I let the black spots clear from my vision before praising her, “That’s my girl. Keep breathing and don’t tense up, okay? I’ve got you.”
A stuttered breath flew past her lips, and she gave me the tiniest nod.
Pumping my hand a few more times, twisting as I went, I coached, “Deep breath on three. One. Two. Three.”
Gemma’s chest expanded, and I pushed past that last bit of resistance.
Instantly, her eyes flew open and her torso lurched from the mattress. Her throaty groan was one born from pleasure versus pain, so I thanked God for not making a liar out of me tonight.
I caught her falling onto her back from the corner of my eye, too mesmerized by the sight of only my wrist visible between her thighs with my fist buried inside her.
“Fuck, Kitten,” I breathed in awe. “You should see how your pussy sucked my whole hand inside.”
Twisting my fist, I made sure my knuckles were pressed along her G-spot, massaging it with each rotation.
Whimpering, she bucked her hips, chasing more.
“Do you get it now?” When she didn’t respond, I barked, “Gemma!”
Jaw clenched tight, she uttered, “What?”
“Do you get it now? That you can trust me? Even when it seems impossible and scary? Because I willalwaystake care of you. You come first. Forever.”
Her head bobbed in understanding.
