Hours passed as Sara’s anxiety built. Why couldn’t he just get on with it instead of letting her stew? Was it all part of some elaborate mind game? She rolled her eyes as she pushed the off button on the remote for the DVD player. The entire weekend had been nothing but one giant mind game, so why would she think this would be any different?
She crossed to the mirror and studied her reflection. Today’s outfit was a bright blue shelf bra and matching crotch-less panties. With the rings in place, her nipples stood at attention, waiting, almost begging to be touched and the pink lips of her pussy peaked through the slit. The outfit certainly made her feel sexy. Even with her building nerves over her last encounter, she could still feel the dampness between her legs. Could it be that somewhere deep inside, she was turned on by the idea of anal sex, or was it nothing more than her body’s reaction to the stimuli around her? After all, how could she not be even a little horny when everything about the room was designed for sex?
The door creaked open, causing her to look up. He entered the room, again dressed in nothing but a robe. “Are you ready for your final lesson?”
It was about time. Holding in a breath, she nodded. She’d come too far to bail out now.
He smiled as he removed his robe. “Good. Let’s start with a review of what you’ve learned so far.”
Sara dropped to her knees and without hesitation reached for his cock. She stroked the turgid length, drawing moisture from the beaded tip down over the swollen flesh, until the entire shaft was wet and glistening. Lowering her head, she licked her lips and took him deep into her mouth, caressing the throbbing vein with her tongue. With one hand planted on his thigh for support, she stroked him with the other while she sucked hard on the head. His breath quickened to the point that Sara knew he was going to come soon.
She prepared herself to receive his seed and almost yelped in pain when he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to a stop.
Owl-eyed, she looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
His menacing look softened. “No, baby. You did everything just right. Now on your feet.”
Disappointed at not being able to finish her task, she stood and followed him to the bed.
“Bend over the footboard,” he ordered.
She did and was immediately rewarded with a smack across her ass. Her pussy clenched, releasing hot juices into her channel as she cried out at the delicious sting. It still bothered her that she found being spanked so arousing, but who was she to argue with something that felt so good?
By the time he finished, her ass burned and she could feel her fluids wetting the inside of her thighs.
“Now lay down.” His words carried with them a tone of heady desire and she knew he was turned on by what they were doing. It was a powerful feeling to know that she had it within her to drive a man insane with desire.
Following his instruction, she climbed onto the bed and sprawled out on her stomach.
“No, I want you on your back this time.”
“But I thought you said no missionary position.”
He gave her a look that had Sara quickly flipping over. She watched warily as he pulled a bottle of lubricant from the pocket of his robe. The realization that this was going to happen sent a new shot of adrenaline rushing through her veins. Fear gripped her throat and squeezed. It was bad enough having this plug thing up her ass, now she was going to have the real thing.
Despite her fear, she noticed something else going on in her nether region. Her pussy throbbed, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
The bed sank under his weight as he climbed between her thighs. “Hold your legs,” he instructed, pulling her leg back and hooking her hand beneath her knee. On her own, she pulled her other leg back and held it, exposing herself to him.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Sara Beth.” He dragged a knuckle through her folds, causing her to gasp. “I hope that after we leave here, you’ll keep it shaved.”
He leaned over and swiped his tongue through her lips. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and revel in the sensations rushing through her, curiosity kept her gaze locked on him. He sucked, tugged, and licked until Sara panted hard as she climbed toward that elusive peak.
When he stopped and moved away, she whimpered at the loss of him and immediately wanted to squirm as he tugged on the plug. He gave it a gentle twist that had Sara gasping for breath. The burn she’d felt when Marissa had put the damn thing in returned as he pulled it from her body.
She should have been thankful to be free of the God-awful thing, but knowing what still lay ahead had her wishing he’d left it in place.
He paused, his dark gaze settling over her. “This isn’t a deal breaker, you know.”
Her brow knit. What in the hell was he talking about? “What do you mean this isn’t a deal breaker?”
“I mean if you are truly freaked out at the idea of doing this, we don’t have to.”
A slow smile tugged at her lips. How sweet was he to give her an out? “Wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?”
“Sometimes rules are made to be broken. I don’t want you doing this because you think you’re supposed to, or that our relationship hinges on it. Let’s get that straight right now-it doesn’t. If you want to do this then we will, but if you don’t, I won’t force you.”
Once again he was putting the power in her hands, not that it had ever been any other way. She knew that at any time she had the power to say no and end the weekend. It hadn’t been easy to get to this point, but now that she was here, Sara wanted to see it through. And that included delving into her ultimate taboo. “I want to, Adam. Show me what I’ve been missing?”
A grin claimed his features. He flipped open the bottle of lube and squeezed. Sara barely resisted the urge to squeal when the cold liquid dripped onto her heated core.
“Relax,” he said as he spread the lubricant liberally over her puckered center. “I want you to get used to the idea of something besides the plug being there.”
Slowly, his probing fingers breached her entrance. After having the plug there, his fingers didn’t seem that bad. She was just getting used to what he was doing when his touch disappeared.
Adam inched between her legs and angled his sheathed stalk up with her hole. His gaze locked with hers. “If you simply can’t stand it, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She nodded and blew out a long breath. “Do it.”
He moved against her and the pressure around her sphincter began.
Slow at first, it grew in intensity against the pressure of his cock. “Push against me,” he instructed.
She held her breath as she bore down, pushing back. Inch by agonizing inch, he invaded her body. His movement was slow and she knew he was trying not to hurt her. The tight ring of muscles stretched and the pain increased. Breathe. She had to remember to breathe. Sara let out a long breath and drew in another, while desperately trying to relax. With her safe word on the tip of her tongue, she was about to call it quits, when he broke through the barrier and slid home. The word morphed into an unintelligible cry as the nerve-rich tissue sent delicious signals racing through her body. It was an incredible feeling; nothing like the plug. Nothing like anything she’d ever experienced before.
He held still and looked down at her. “Are you okay?”
Unable to find the words, she nodded. It was a strange sensation, yet not at all as unpleasant as she’d imagined. Strangely, it felt good.
A growl spilled from deep within Adam’s torso and for a moment his eyes fell closed, as if he were relishing in the feel of her. “God, baby, you feel so good. So damn tight.” He leaned forward and captured her mouth with his own. His kiss was hard and hungry and reflected everything Sara was feeling. Never had she experienced such a deep connection with anyone.
He broke the kiss and pulled slightly away. “I’m going to move a little and let you get used to me, okay?”
“Okay,” she managed to pant through ragged breaths.
He withdrew a little, then pushed back in, slowly creating a rhythm that before long had Sara raising her hips to meet him. He slid a hand between their sweat-slicked bodies and pushed a finger into her pussy. “You’re so wet, baby. See? Despite what you’ve been told, your body enjoys this.” Pulling her liquid heat up over her nub, he rubbed. “Feel how slicking your clit makes everything more sensitive.”
“Yes, Adam, yes,” she cried out, not quite sure what had possessed her to, yet unable to stop it. “More! Please!” The snake of desire living low in her belly began to coil, twisting, and turning until Sara was sure she was going to die. Just when she was close, he’d remove his hand and Sara’s desire would level off. Then he’d start again, rubbing and pulling on the nub. Overloaded with new sensations, her mind shut down as every nerve ending in her body sent pleasure signals north.
Sara fisted the sheets and let out a scream, drowning out his groan of release. She writhed beneath him as he filled her tunnel with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, lifting his head only slightly to plant loving kisses along her neck. His lips trailed over her skin and found their way to her mouth. Teeth tangled as tongues clashed and for the first time all weekend, Sara forgot where she was. All she knew was that she’d do anything for him.
Several long seconds passed while she bathed in the glow of the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. Adam’s breathing began to regulate and his body grew heavy against hers.
Restless, she shifted beneath him. Slowly he withdrew, climbed from the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Completely replete, Sara lay with her eyes closed and listened to the water running.
Nearly asleep, she jerked when the warm cloth touched her bottom. “Easy, honey. I only wanted to clean you a bit,” his voice soothed.
She opened her eyes and looked down to see him passing the wet cloth between her legs. He had a delicate touch as if he knew she would be sore from the experience. When he finished, he returned the cloth to the bathroom, walked back to the bed, and sat down. “How do you feel?”
Her gaze shifted from him to the fireplace while she considered his words. How did she feel? “Relieved,” she started. “Proud of myself for going through with it.”
Adam climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He dropped a soft kiss on her hair. “You’re not the only one who’s proud of you, baby. I never would have imagined you’d have done this. I’m shocked, amazed, and prouder of you than you can ever imagine.”
She smiled. “As nervous as I was, something inside me kept pushing for more. It was almost as if I wanted to see where my limit was.”
“And now?”
“Back.”
“Now I know what I’ve been missing and I don’t ever want to go
Adam arched a brow. “You’re not feeling guilty?”
She turned her head to look at him. “Actually, no, I’m not. That’s not to say I won’t have some guilt tomorrow, or the next time I see my mother, but right now I feel good about myself. Like I’ve joined some secret society that I’ve spent most of my life looking in on.”
Adam’s arms tightened around her. “Just know, if there was anything you didn’t like, you’ll never have to do it again.”
She kissed the soft spot on the side of his neck. “I know, but thank you for saying it.”
“You’re welcome. Now-” He paused, letting go of her. “I hate to do this to you because I’d love nothing more than to crawl into bed and snuggle, but I need to go for now.”
“Why?”
“Ms. Black’s rules. I wasn’t supposed to stay at all after we were finished, but I couldn’t stand the idea of walking out of here after what we just did without knowing you were okay.”
She laughed. “There you go again, breaking her rules.” He grinned. “Only for you, baby.”
He moved off the bed and donned his robe, pulling the belt tight. She sat up in the bed and pulled her knees to her chest. Pride filled her as she gave him one last kiss, and then watched him walk out the door. She’d done it. She’d pushed away the self-consciousness and the childhood brainwashing and faced her fears not only about her body but also about sex. No matter what happened from this point forward, she would be a different woman, a more sexual woman, a creature of appetite.
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