“Now, when you look at your back, you’ll know Daddy doesn’t own you. I do.”
And that was when I remembered what was gripped in my hand.
Logic slammed back into my mind. I lurched away and hopped to my feet. However, I neglected to take into account the pants around my knees. My grand attempt at turning the tables instantly became an epic failure. I jerked away from Preston and landed face-first on the ground. Then to add insult to injury, I choked on a mouthful of gritty, crunchy earth.
The slow clap was already rolling through my head when a sadistic snicker hit my ears.
“I’m not often surprised, Little Bird, but that’s a new one. How’s that dirt taste?”
Asshole.
“Great,” I hissed into the ground, too embarrassed to look at him.
That didn’t stop me from throwing my hand back when he started to crawl over me again. I didn’t know where I hit him, but I did make contact. And it was enough of a strike for him to grunt.
“Did you just hit me with a butt plug?”
Yes, indeed I did.“How’s my ass taste?”
It wasn’t often that I came up with a good sarcastic comment, but that one was at the top of my list. What I didn’t expect was for Preston to take it literally.
He lifted my hips, and his tongue was suddenly lapping at my backdoor. Humiliation unlike I’d ever felt burned down my chest as he smacked his lips together.
“Not bad, Little Bird.” I went stiff when something cold and slippery dripped down my ass. “Shall we see how it feels?”
That was all the warning I got before something that felt like his thumb or finger forced its way past that tight ring. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt, unlike when he put the plug in. It felt weird and awkward, but there was no pain. Even when he added a second finger, it wasn’t bad. I might even go so far as to say oddly pleasant. That didn’t stop me from trying to wriggle away when more wetness dripped down my crack. Preston just grabbed my hair and held me in place.
That was when the pain came.
It wasn’t his fingers I needed to worry about. It was his cock.
I couldn’t see past the burn. My legs and arms were flailing about, but I had no control over them. God, it hurt. And what did that motherfucker do? He let out a long, heady groan.
“Fuuuuck…that’s good.”
Good? Good! This was so far from ‘good’ that the word ‘bad’ didn’t even begin to describe this pain.
“You need to relax,” Preston growled.
Fuck him.
I was not doing anything he said.
“This is happening whether you like it or not. If you fight, it’ll only hurt more.”
Hurt more? Was that even possible? Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to listen to his advice in this instance. As hard as I fought to make my body relax, it wasn’t working. Preston would force more of his length inside, and I was right back where I started.
I shook my head and whimpered, “I can’t.”
“Too bad,” Preston gritted out.
At some point, I think I blacked out. Either that or my mind decided to leave. When I came back, Preston was peppering kisses up the side of my neck.
“Your ass feels so fucking good.”
Did it? It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as I expected. I tested the waters and wriggled my butt. Preston answered my action by giving me a small thrust.
It was a different sensation that felt somehow more intimate than anything else. As if, for the first time, he was really inside me. Curiosity tugged at my thoughts.
