Timeless by Brynley Bush

me.
    “Manners, gattina,” he reminds me reprovingly. “There’ll be no topping from the bottom with me. You may be strong, but I’m stronger.” His hand presses firmly at the small of my back, holding me still.
    His words, coupled with the possessive gesture, ignite me. I had told him exactly what I wanted, and he’s giving it to me without hesitation. His undeniable power over me thrills me.
    “Try again,” he says softly in my ear.
    “Please give me another one,” I whisper.
    The leather bites into my ass so hard that I lift up on my toes.
    “I like that,” he says, his voice carnal. “Stay on your toes for the last two. And thank me properly.”
    I do as he says, feeling the wet evidence of my desire trickle down my thighs.
    He whips me with the belt twice more and they are the hardest blows yet. I struggle to stay on my toes, determined not to disappoint him.
    “God, you’re perfect,” he whispers as I thank him for the last one.
    I hear the belt clatter to the floor and his fingers find my quivering sex. He plays with me, stroking my labia and tormenting my clit until my pelvis is grinding against the back ridge of the sofa.
    “Please, Marcus. Fuck me,” I beg. I have never felt so desperate to be taken and filled before. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
    He moves away from my needy core and his hands rub over my sore and blazing ass. It hurts, but the touch of his rough hand somehow takes the pain and turns it into molten desire.
    “I thought we already talked about topping from the bottom, Ari,” he says reprovingly. “I’m in charge tonight, not you. Do you need a few more lashes to remind you who’s in control?”
    I shake my head wildly and he chuckles.
    “Now be still. I intend to make you come first.”
    Oh god. It’s hard to argue with that.
    His firm fingers spread my butt cheeks and I want to squirm away, but the sheer awareness of his powerful presence behind me keeps me rooted to the spot. He skims a finger over the tightly puckered hole of my ass and I shiver.
    “Have you ever been taken here?” he asks softly.
    I shake my head violently. “No! And I don’t want to be.”
    He presses slightly and I tremble. “Really? We’ll see about that.”
    The thought is so decadent, so forbidden, and oh so intoxicating.
    He’s on his knees now, tonguing me as his finger massages my anal entrance deliberately, pressing slowly but insistently into my most private of places. Some distant part of my mind is telling me this is wrong, that I should make him stop, but I can’t think straight. He’s driving me mad with his tongue, licking and biting and sucking until I think I’m going to explode. And his finger! Somehow it’s inside my ass now up to the first knuckle, invading me intimately. My hips don’t know where to go—arched back into his forbidden touch or forward into the maddening hot wet heat of his tongue. In the end it doesn’t matter. I’m immobilized by his firm grasp, my body his to do with as he wishes.
    My core tightens. He holds me still, anchoring me with one finger in my ass—the darkly erotic sensation of fullness coupled with my undeniable and irrefutable submission to him an inexplicably powerful aphrodisiac. His tongue wiggles relentlessly against my clit as everything in me gathers into one tight desperate ball of need, the tension almost unbearable.
    “Surrender to me, gattina,” he demands seductively.
    His words are like napalm, igniting the sensations that have built to epic proportions, and I can’t hold back anymore. My thighs tense and my sex tightens as I tumble over the edge. I scream his name as the orgasm rolls over me, drowning me in the wild abandon of an emotion so deep I want to sob.
    “God but I love to hear and see and feel you come,” he rasps, moving around behind me.
    I wonder idly if he’s going to fuck me in the ass, and some faraway part of my brain dimly registers the fact that I should probably be concerned about that, but