“On your feet, Bella,” he said after a moment.
I stood up unsteadily waiting for him to tell me what to do.
He walked around me and sat on the bed, pulling me toward him. Leaning down, he undid my strings slowly and pulled off my shorts and underwear at the same time.
“You really are beautiful,” he said as he used the crop to push me a few inches away from him. He looked me up and down in appreciation before he stood up again. “Back on your knees, Olivia.”
I dropped to my knees as I was told to and waited. In a few moments, he was viciously bringing the crop down onto my back. I cried out in pain with each, swift sting.
I lowered my head at one point and he cropped me harder. It would be pointless to tell him that it hurt like holy hell because he already told me that he wouldn’t care.
I winced as he cropped me one last time before he leaned down and pulled me to my feet by an elbow. He roughly took me over to the master drawer in the center of his room and bent me over so that I would be facing the mirror.
He used his knees to spread my legs open slightly before he stepped away and went back to his pile. When he came back I felt the cool stream of lubricant he squeezed around my anal opening. I knew what he was going to do now and I was a bit terrified. I had done it once and it hurt and was uncomfortable and I swore to myself that I would never do it again.
Alejo slid a finger into me and moved it slowly in and out as he began to loosen me up. It wasn’t as bad as my first anal experience because I could tell that he had lubed his finger as well. It was when he slid the second finger in that I took back my initial thought. With two fingers inside me, he began to move faster and faster which was causing me to squeeze my eyes shut tightly in pain.
He had a firm grip on the handcuffs and was pushing them into my back with one hand as he continued to use his fingers inside of me.
“Ow,” I cried out.
He chuckled.
I knew why. He planned on putting himself inside of me and that was longer and thicker than his fingers; if I was having trouble with this he was going to destroy me and he knew it.
Another minute or so of finger fucking torture and he started to use his tongue. He licked my ass, moving his tongue in and out. I found myself enjoying what he was doing, especially when he let go of the cuffs and reached a hand under and began to rub my clit.
“Oh God,” I whispered as he continued licking and rubbing me.
It was one of the most euphoric things I had ever felt and I didn’t want it to end any time soon. Alejo rubbed me faster before he slid two fingers into my wetness. He was much more skilled than I could ever imagine. His tongue was magic and his fingers felt like Heaven.
Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and stepped away from me.
“Stay like that,” he said.
I looked up at the mirror and watched his reflection. He was just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and looking down at his handiwork. I felt my wetness begin to drip down my leg and I saw Alejo smile. I didn’t know what he had planned next but I just stayed where I was, bent over and looking at him in the mirror, taking him in.
“I’m going to uncuff you now,” he began, “but I want you to stay just like that.
I nodded as he proceeded to unlock the handcuffs and toss them to the side. I felt his hands as he ran them down my thighs and I felt him as he grabbed his desire and slowly started to rub it against my wetness. I sighed happily as he continued to tease me, then I gasped in surprise at the feeling of the lubricant sliding down my ass into my opening again.
“Wait,” I said as he started to push into my ass.
“No,” he breathed as he forced himself into me causing me to cry out in pain.
I understood why he was standing there now. He was giving me a chance to tighten back up before he forced me open again.
It hurt and he knew it would.
Alejo grabbed me tightly by the hair and arched my back so that I would be facing the mirror.
“Watch me,” he said breathlessly as he continued to thrust into me.
I grunted in pain and pleasure as Alejo looked me in the eyes while he moved. I wanted to tell him to stop, especially when I felt myself tear but there was no stopping him. I could see it in his eyes.
“Please...” I finally managed to say.
A wicked grin slid across his face as he pulled out of me.