Page 47 of Iron Princess
I couldn’t block the memory from my mind, even if I wanted to. I squirm now, remembering just how intense that moment had been.
“He told her she’d been shaking her ass at other people, and he was going to show her who owned it,” I recall.
He pushes in deeper with his fingertip, and my nipples spike into hard points as my clit pulses against the vibrations coming from the toy.
“That’s how I felt earlier at the scrap yard. Watching you strut around in your ripped jeans and T-shirt, hair all wild with your bandana. He watched you like you were putting on a show for him, and it took everything I had not to come up behind you at that workbench, bend you over it, and show him exactly why he’ll never have you again.”
I should be seething at the scene he describes. How he wanted to show Elijah that I belong to him. I’m a self-sufficient woman and I may not need a man, but good Lord above, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting one—or wanting to be manhandled every once in a while.
“What would you have done next?” I ask.
A deep growl fills the room as he pushes deeper into my ass with his finger, and the vibrator pulses at the same slow, steady rate.
“You want me to tell you exactly what I was thinking?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Every dirty word of it.”
He bends forward with a groan and nips my ear with his teeth before continuing. “After I ran him off, I would’ve yanked your jeans over your hips and spanked that sassy ass until it was bright red from my hand and you begged for more.”
The slow and steady rhythm of him fucking my ass is driving me wild. I push against it, seeking more, and he obliges.
“Then I would’ve fucked you over that workbench until you screamed my name loud enough for the world to hear.”
His words ignite a fever in me and I buck against the toy, needing more. Wishing it were Kane filling me and touching me at the same time.
“I need more.”
His finger buried in my ass, he pauses. “You need my cock filling you, princess. That’s what you need.”
“Yes!”
He steps away again for another few moments before I hear water running and then another package tearing open. Finally, he turns, and I’m desperate for more.
“I’m going to plug your ass before I fuck you, so you know what it’s like to have both holes filled at the same time.”
The head of his cock notches against my entrance.
“Yes.Please.” My begging is getting out of hand, but I don’t care. I needmore.
“Not yet.”
I hear the cap of the lube again and feel another drizzle on my asshole. Then he pushes something against my hole, and I tense.
“Relax, princess. It’s a little bigger than my finger. You can take it. Ready?”
I nod, but he doesn’t move.
“I need to hear it.”
“Yes. I’m ready.”
My nipples are hard enough to cut glass as the toy breaches my ass and slides inside, unleashing a wave of dark pleasure that feels so wrong, so dirty, and so delicious, all at the same time.
“Fuck, you look so sweet with that plug in your ass.” He presses against the base, and I shy away before pressing back harder. “My girl loves having a plug in her ass,” he says, and something within me glows at the praise.
Then I feel pressure again—this time, from the head of his cock at my entrance. But where before it felt big, now it feelsmassive.
“It’s not going to fit,” I whisper, fearing that my body can’t take him.
