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Ryan was silent as he slid his fingers in and out of me, eliciting quiet moans from me. I could feel him hook his fingers slightly and press them against the sides of my entrance, helping my muscles relax into openness. I focused on the sensations and made those muscles melt under the gentle pressure.
Then there were three fingers and I swear I'd never felt that full before. It seemed impossible that those fingers would fit, yet they somehow did. My moans grew louder. I thought about being scared but it just felt so good. My pussy and clit felt each slide of his fingers, all my parts felt close together and linked by the sensations.
"Point three," he said as he continued to slowly finger-fuck my ass, "A plug can help with anal training, but, to get really nice and relaxed, it's more helpful to use fingers and practice accepting and even welcoming that in-and-out movement, because that's what your body is most likely to react to."
"Oh my God," I groaned. I could feel my body edging closer to another orgasm as he worked his fingers, pushing me open again and again.
But, at my words, Ryan stilled his fingers. I whimpered, confused and needy. Then he withdrew them altogether.
"No! No! What are you doing?!" I shrieked. My ass wiggled the little it could, trying to find his finger.
"Excuse me?" he said. I could hear the laughter in his words.
"Oh God, please fuck my ass some more! Goddammit!" I shouted.
He made that disappointed "tsk-tsk" noise.
"That sort of language can only result in one thing," he said, "And it's not my fingers."
There was a moment of stillness. I was blushing furiously, embarrassed to find myself not begging for but demanding anal penetration. My pussy was so wet and swollen, with that aching need for cock, but it merely enhanced my desire to have something in my ass again. That really confused me, that these needs would mesh together rather than conflict with each other.
I heard some noises and realized it was the sound of Ryan rummaging around in his toy box. I whimpered again, hoping he'd take pity on me.
"Point four," he said as he approached me again, "The best plugs are smooth and easily cleaned. I recommend glass plugs, as they are not only smooth and easily cleaned but also hypoallergenic and, quite often, beautiful."
I felt the tip of something warm but definitely not a finger, push gently against the entry to my ass.
"What was point one," he asked in a low voice.
"I can control my muscles and-- and relax them," I gasped.
"Good girl," he said, and pushed a little harder. I mewled at the pleasure of opening to a new intrusion, focused on thinking "open" and letting it in. The feeling of the heavily-lubed glass plug slipping in and widening me slowly brought me back to the edge of orgasm again. Then it was in. I felt my entrance close down around the stem of the plug as its base settled against the flesh of my ass.
"Oh," was about all I could manage.
There was another pause, another little silence, as my body adjusted to having this weight inside me. I wasn't sure I could handle it.
Then I felt Ryan toweling off my ass and crotch. He was drying off any excess lube which meant, I realized, he intended to flog me as punishment for being so demanding. I felt my floating pool of pleasure start to dissipate a little and a bit of resentment appeared. It was his fault that the anal training was so fucking hot that I didn't want it to stop!
But then the flogging started and I came on the second stroke. The impact had rocked the plug just the slightest amount but that was all it took. I let myself scream out the pleasure of it, letting out all that tension that had been building in my cunt and ass. He continued to flog me through the roar of the orgasm and to the other side until I was completely relaxed again, eyes closed, almost down to that sort of sleepiness I can get when the beating is rhythmic and doesn't sting too much.
"How do you feel?" Ryan asked when he finally stopped.
"Mmmm," I said, then, "relaxed puddle of goo."
He chuckled and caressed my ass and my back.
"I am so looking forward to fucking your ass," he said, "Are you ready to take my cock up your ass?"
"Oh, yes, please," I managed, waking up at his words. I was startled to realize how much I wanted him to take my ass. When he'd first brought it up I'd felt that reticence I'd always had but now, now that I'd experienced the movement of his fingers and the weight of the plug, I desperately wanted the two sensations together.
"Please what," he said.
"Please, my deliciously evil dominant who I adore to pieces, please fuck my ass with your hot, hard cock," I wailed loudly.
"You certainly have a way with words," he said.
He pulled gently on the base of the plug. It took me a moment to remember to think "open," to imagine the muscles yielding to him but, once I did, it slid out easily. The sensation was so delicious I felt a few of those little "aftershock" clenches in my pussy.
I felt the tip of his dick press against me.
"Open up for me, Miriam," he said in a low, dangerous voice, "Let me in your ass."
He pushed harder and I let him in.
I had to focus to stay relaxed, but the sensation of that slow, deep penetration kept breaking my concentration. The result was a small of amount of discomfort every little while, but none of the pain I'd associated with anal sex. Most of what I felt was an amazingly unique pleasure that's difficult to describe but it definitely played on feelings of openness and being stretched. I felt an overwhelming fullness, a sense of being stretched nearly to the end of myself but not quite; enough to be hyper-aware of every movement he made.
Ryan sank his cock into me all the way to the hilt, then rested there for a moment, giving me a chance to relax into the situation. Then he did that thing with his cock, made it twitch a few times.
"Oh, fuck!" I yelled.
"In a good way?" he asked.
"Yes!" I gasped.
He twitched again and again and another orgasm crashed over me, wordless yells escaping my lips, my ass clenching around him, making the sensations even stronger.
The moment I recovered my breath he started pulling out, out, out, as slowly as he had pushed his way in. I could hardly stand it. I kept trying to focus on being open and that's the only thing that kept me from coming again.
Then the real fucking started with a faster rhythm than I'd expected. It felt so slippery, I expected to find the bottle of lube half-empty when I next saw it. But the main feeling was of Ryan's cock being very there, very present and real and hard and in my fucking ass.
I couldn't stop making noise in response to being penetrated over and over again. I'll admit that, sometimes, my mind wanders, but that was impossible in this moment, with these feelings. The out stroke was as intense as the in stroke, there was no relief from the sensations, and his rhythm and speed only increased.
There was no sense of time, just the fuck; just the rope and the bench and the cock in my ass, burrowing in only to pull out, only to push its way in again. I felt myself mentally drifting down again, relaxing under the rhythmic onslaught, the same way I did under the thud of the flogger. There was no more need to focus on relaxing the muscles, everything was a simple acceptance of full and fulfilling penetration.
Time started again when Ryan slammed himself against me and came deep in my ass. I could feel every twitch and spurt. My clit bucked and my pussy clenched in sympathy and I whimpered in reply to his groans. He stood still, buried in me, as our breathing gradually slowed and quieted.
"That," he breathed, "was fucking awesome." He laughed and I found myself grinning.
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