“No!” I yell. “Please. Stop. I don’t want to.”
“Fine,” he grunts, pulling out of me and spreading my ass. I hear the bottle before I feel him dump the lube on me. “Then you’ll take me in your ass.”
“No!” I scream. “No, please don’t. Please. Master, please! Stop. Please don’t hurt—”
I am cut off when he starts pushing into my ass as real pain floods my belly. “That’s it, slut. Shut the fuck up and take my cock,” Adrian snarls as he forces deeper. I feel so fucking full, and it’s overwhelming. Adrian slowly rocks his body, not doing too much too quickly. As much as it hurts, it feels like fucking heaven too. My body naturally is pushing back on him, and he moves faster and pushes deeper.
All while I am pretending to be in distress.
“Please stop. Stop. No please. It hurts, Master. Please don’t take my ass.”
“It’s already mine,” he growls. “Be still so I can fuck this tight little ass.”
“No. Please,” I whimper. It is a real whimper because I am on the verge of coming again, but trying to hold it back makes me nearly fucking cry.
“Mine,” he growls. “All fucking mine. Come, whore. Come on my cock like the filthy fucking bitch you are.”
This beautiful man has his motherfucking masters degree in fucking. Nothing he says or does is short of amazing, and I am desperate for him to fucking break me. I groan deeply and push back, and he chuckles darkly.
“That’s it. Come, Alania,” Adrian laughs as he pulls the ties on my wrists and shoves me down flat. Painful memories bubbleup, and he whispers in my ear. “You are doing so fucking good, baby. I’m so proud.”
Fuck, how can I be traumatized now when the memories are actively being replaced with Adrian? He presses his weight down on me and covers my mouth. He starts slamming into me, pushing me into the dirt. I whimper with each thrust and dig my fingers into the ground as he goes harder and harder. My belly aches, and I feel like I’m on fire now. My body is burning with an orgasm that’s stuck in my body. My whimpers turn into cries, but eventually the pleasure is so great that I am screaming into his hand.
When he pinches my nose closed, my eyes roll back, and my chest burns. I’m no longer fighting, and I have full faith that he will keep me safe. With my lungs begging for oxygen, my entire body goes rigid, and an earth-shattering orgasm destroys my soul and fuses it with Adrian’s.
“That’s it, Little Dove,” Adrian groans in my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good helpless…”
He lets me breathe for just long enough that I don’t pass out, but I am still completely limp. My body is weak, but he continues to desperately fuck my limp body. He is ramming into me so hard, and then he wraps his arms around me, so he can thrust faster. A sudden and blinding orgasm explodes, making my body tighten around his cock. He has his face buried in my neck, and hearing him melt as he desperately fucks his come deeper solidifies just how much I fucking love him.
“Oh fuck, baby. Yes,” he whimpers softly as his body slaps against mine. “God, I love you. I fucking love you. You feel so good. So fucking perfect…”
Both of us are trembling by the time he stops. He stays buried in my ass but rests most of his weight on his forearms to either side of me. I move up to my arms also, dropping my face into my hands. He gently peppers my neck and shoulder with kisses, soothing me.
“You did so well, Alania,” Adrian says softly after a stretch of silence.
“Thank you. So did you,” I say. “You are really fucking good at that.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm,” I say. “You took something potentially triggering and showed me that I can have that but not be in pain. Pretending to not want it but knowing you’d stop is… freeing.”
“Good,” he says, kissing me once more before pulling out of me and standing. I groan at the empty feeling as he helps me stand.
“I saw him,” I say as Adrian helps me get dressed.
“Yeah. He was watching for a while,” he remarks.
“He did?” I ask.
“Mhmm. He jerked off while he watched. When he came, he left,” Adrian says, pointing to a nearby tree with obvious come on the bark.
“Ew,” I say.
“Yeah. Better the tree than anywhere near you,” he says.
“He will still get a hold of me with the train test and the free use one,” I say.
“It will be more controlled. He will have too many people watching to do anything we won’t stop,” Adrian tells me. “If I didn’t think it would get you killed, I’d take you away from here. You know that, right?”
