I tense instinctively, even though I trust him. Especially because I trust him.
“Relax,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Daddy’s just touching. Just playing.”
A flush scorches my cheeks. I’ve never imagined…not there.
But I don’t stop him.
Jake slides his hand under my hips, lifting me slightly until I’m on my knees, chest still against the mattress. Exposed. Utterly his.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his tone reverent. “All wet and swollen, already aching again. And this little hole…” His thumb circles my tightest spot, teasing. “It’s clenching like it wants attention.”
I moan, half in protest, half in desperation.
“You ever touched yourself here, Ruby?” he asks, dark curiosity dripping from every word. “Ever wondered what it’d feel like?”
“N-no…” My voice catches, throat dry.
He groans. “Good girl. First time’s mine, then.”
My entire body clenches, nerves on fire. I should be embarrassed by how turned on I am, how filthy this feels. But with Jake? With his voice low in my ear and his fingers spreading me open?
I want it.
“Use your words,” he commands, fingers pausing. “You want Daddy to touch your pretty little hole?”
I bury my face in the pillow, then nod frantically. “Yes. Please, Daddy. Touch me there.”
Jake lets out a pleased sound. I hear the slick sound of lube—where the hell did he get that? Then his finger returns to my skin, cool and wet now. He circles my hole slowly, maddeningly, letting the sensation settle in.
It’s strange. New. But not bad. Not when it’s him.
“Breathe for me, baby girl,” he says. “Don’t fight it. Just feel.”
He applies gentle pressure, and I suck in a breath as the very tip of his finger slips past that tight ring of muscle. Not deep, just enough to make me whimper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls. “Like your body’s never even imagined this before.”
I haven’t. But now? I can’t think of anything else.
He strokes my clit with his free hand while his finger continues to tease that forbidden place, slow and deliberate, makingme feel wanton. My body doesn’t know where to focus. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Good girl. Let Daddy in.” He pushes a little deeper, inch by slow inch, watching my every reaction. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”
I cry out, grinding back against him instinctively. The stretch is strange and perfect. His finger moves inside me with lazy confidence, curling, pressing.
“Do you know what this does to me?” he rasps. “Knowing I’m the first man to touch you like this? That I get to ruin this for anyone else?”
His other hand smacks my ass, sharp, just enough to make me gasp.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say this little hole is mine.”
“It’s yours,” I choke out. “Everything. All of me is yours.”
He rewards me with a growl and a filthy kiss to the small of my back.
Then he starts moving, his finger sliding in and out, his other hand rubbing slow circles on my clit again, dragging me toward the edge like I’m nothing but a toy in his hands.
“You’re gonna come like this,” he tells me, voice hoarse. “With Daddy’s finger in your ass and your pussy soaking my hand. Can you do that, baby girl?”
