Chapter 9

Makayla

This is such a… Damn!

We're naked now and on the couch. He's beneath me, and the feel of him inside of me is pretty dramatically different than it was before, if that makes any sense.

I mean, I feel secure, completely secure. I feel like he wants me and, now that he pointed it out so damned clearly, I realize that I wasn't really the girl offering up my body like it's some kind of tool for bribery.

But then, again…

I kiss him hard and then whisper in his ear, "Even if I don't have to be in order to keep you, I really am yours, Daniel."

He lets out a happy sigh and I reach down and take hold of his shaft as I lift myself up. I pull back and give him a smile. "I'm completely yours, Baby," I say.

And then, I look up and the ceiling and sit down on his cock.

More accurately, I guide his cock into my virgin asshole as I sit back down.

He gasps and says, "Mackie, what?—"

"Hush," I whisper, "it's mine to give. It's because I want to and not because I think you'll leave me." I whisper all that through clenched teeth as I stare at the ceiling because it hurts like fucking hell.

Ha! Fucking hell.

That's exactly what it is, right? He's fucking my ass and it's Hell!

Well, if you can't find the humor in a horrible situation, what the hell kind of a life are you going to have, right?

I can't believe how much it hurts! Of course, I just did this thing without any of the preparation I ought to have done. I mean, I even have lube just a few feet away in the damned end table drawer! The only lube now is whatever slickness that remained on his cock from my pussy.

But I move. I lift myself up and down because the one goal I have right now is to keep him from knowing that I'm in pain. If he figures that out, he'll be pissed off. He'll think I'm full of shit about doing it because I want to give it to him. He'll be sure the whole conversation about me being myself and not some nymphomaniac for him went in one ear and out the other.

"Mmmmmm," I hum, also through clenched teeth.

Yeah, once I'm committed, I'm committed, right?

I lean back because I'm afraid I'll collapse and I don't want to collapse forward and reveal this whole sordid mess. I lean back and rest my hands on his thighs, keeping my face toward the ceiling as I force myself to move up and down regardless of the pain.

And then my clit erupts with sensation.

I feel my asshole clench his cock more tightly.

I know this is going to seem strange but I don't understand right away that Daniel is rubbing my clit. It takes a moment for me to realize that's the sensation and that's what's dramatically affecting everything. I mean, this still hurts like hell but… Dang it, there's no way to say this so that it doesn't seem crazy. It still hurts like fucking hell but I like it. For reasons I don't get, I like it.

I don't know if him rubbing my clit makes the pain bearable or if it kind of highlights for me that Daniel is entitled to my body and that reminder is what makes the pain bearable. I don't have any idea at all but?—

"Fuck!" I scream. "Daniel! Daniel! I'm…" I can't finish. I don't think it matters because Daniel has to know I'm cumming. The way my constricted passage clenches so damned tightly to him, he has to know, right? I mean, my asshole is squeezing so tightly it's a wonder he can even move. At least, it's a wonder I can. I'm bouncing up and down on his cock now, bouncing just as crazily as I would if he were in my pussy. It still hurts but not nearly as much as it hurt before.

No, actually, I think it hurts just as much as before. It's just that the pain is joined to the pleasure, and that makes everything dramatically different. I don't really have any way to describe it effectively. You'll just have to take my word for it that it's incredible and I'm going to do it again.

Well, that time will happen but before I do it again, I have to finish doing it now, right? Well, I move my body as much as I can. It isn't easy. The position is new for me, and even if there weren't sex involved, this wouldn't be an easy thing to accomplish. I mean, with the way I have to move my abdomen, it's like I'm in a position the cruelest possible personal trainer might choose for me.

But sex is involved, and that changes everything.

The orgasm not only floods my body with endorphins but with energy, too. It seems almost unbelievable that I'm motivated to get that cock of his deeper into my ass. I know that seems crazy with the pain involved. All I can tell you is that the pleasure is so much more profound than the pain. When he cums, it's even more powerful. I end up leaning forward although it changes the angle and makes it hurt a little more. I don't care. It feels too good for that little bit of pain to matter to me.

I end up clinging to him, leaning forward rather than backward. He's big enough that his cock stays inside of me, and there's something oddly comforting about that, like when he stays deep inside of my pussy after sex. I know that's a strange thing to say but that's how it feels to me, the pain all but disappears, too.

Weirdly, I kind of miss the pain.

But I love this moment. I love the calm and the sweetness. I love just holding him. We remain in that position for quite a while, and when his cock grows soft and just eases out of my ass, it all seems even more calming and beautiful.

Yeah, I know. A cock pops out of my ass and I'm acting like it's poetry. Go ahead and make fun of me, okay. I don't care. I feel happy. I feel serene. I feel calm and wonderful. I end up lying on the couch with my head on Daniel's lap and my body covered with a throw. It's peaceful and beautiful.

For about five minutes.

Then, the peace is shattered when a man who looks like some sort of criminal stereotype kicks open my front door and steps inside.