On Her Terms (Premiere Companions Book 2) by Doris O'Connor

through her anus.
    “Relax now, baby breathe out, that’s it.” Blunt pressure followed his request, and there was a moment of panic as he inserted what felt like something utterly huge and cold. It burned, and just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore the widest part of said object was through and her muscles snapped closed behind it.
    “Hmm, so fucking hot, seeing you with a plug up your ass. Makes me want to do this.”
    There was the snap of foil and seconds later an incredible feeling of fullness as Sir pushed his sheathed cock into her wet pussy. Her sore tissues protested, and she whimpered her distress, only for that to turn into pleasure so intense she could barely breathe, when he at long last bottomed out.
    “That’s it, I’m in. Fuck you feel incredible around my dick. So fucking tight.”
    She clenched involuntarily, and they groaned in unison when he started to thrust. Slowly at first, awakening nerve endings she didn’t even know she had. So full, so stretched, so incredibly filled. Circles of ever tightening tingles of bliss threatened to pull her under, but before she could reach that pinnacle she was striving toward, Sir pulled out of her.
    Before she could even voice her protest, he was back to pummeling her ass. Every carefully placed open handed swat set her behind on fire, and pushed that plug in deeper, or so it seemed. When he stopped this time, and removed the plug, before inserting a much bigger one and then thrust back into her pussy, Nicoletta screamed her release. Muscles tightened, and her body quivered and contracted around him in helpless shakes and shivers. She wasn’t sure what spilled out of her mouth, as pleasure sucked her in and spewed her back out again, gasping in breath as the seemingly never-ending contractions of multiple orgasms rocked her body.
    She was dimly aware of Sir swearing, and few more swats across her backside, and the searing pain of his removing yet another plug from her ass, before the warmth pushing into her backside told her this time it was him.
    “Fuck, yeah, this ass is mine. You’re mine, bellissima. I own you. Do you hear me? You’re mine. Tell me.” Every guttural shout was reiterated by a thrust into her ass, fingers digging into her hips, with enough force to leave bruises and Nicole lapped it all up. It was dirty, and animalistic, and so very wrong, but she loved it.
    “Say. It. Girl. Say. You. Are. Mine.”
    Through the haze of pleasure clouding her brain, she whispered the words.
    “Yes, Sir, I’m yours. I’m oh … not again.”
    Another orgasm rocked through her as Sir thrust in deep once more, knocking the wind out of her lungs with the sheer force behind it, and then he pulled out. Wetness coated her smarting ass cheeks, and then the world went black for a while.
    When she came back to the land of the living, it was to find Sir unraveling the ropes from around her breasts while murmuring to her, and then she was in his arms, being carried back to bed, while he kissed her.
    This was a kiss like no other, claiming her, branding her, until she never wanted it to end. He stole her breath and her heart in one fell swoop, and rather than owning up to that terrifying dawning realization, she screwed her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep when he came back to the bed, having deposited her on it and walked away.
    “And she sleeps.” She heard the humor in his voice, and she couldn’t help her gasp at the feel of the warm washcloth on her skin, as Sir set himself to the task of cleaning her up.
    “There, almost done. I’m sorry, my sweet girl. Go back to sleep now. That’s my girl.”
    She heard him move away, the toilet flushed, and then he was back. His warmth against her back a comforting presence, and this time she didn’t need to fake sleep. Utterly exhausted after the multiple orgasms he’d wrung from her, she fell into a deep sleep.
    So deep that when she woke with a start much later, she couldn’t remember where she