Page 100 of When She Loves
He makes a low chuckle. “Today you’ll get a chance to work on that particular skill.”
What?
“Stay there. Just like that,” he says in a low voice.
I hear a drawer open and then close. Now I’m really curious. I try to look over my shoulder, but a hand appears around my neck, preventing me from moving.
Something slick and cool rolls down the crevice of my ass.
I gasp. “What is that?”
“Lubricant.”
Again,what?My brain is still trying to catch up with what’s happening when something smooth and firm prods against my back entrance. Tingles erupt over my skin. “Rafe, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
The pressure doesn’t disappear, but he doesn’t increase it either.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“Sticking things up my butt.”
He snorts a laugh. “You catch on quick.”
“What exactly are you trying to put up there?”
“I got you a toy.”
I drop my forehead to the surface of the desk with a thud. “Oh my God. This is my gift, isn’t it?”
“Don’t you want to test it out?”
“Please tell me it’s smaller than your cock.”
He huffs with amusement. “Yes. Significantly.”
He moves the toy in a tight circle, spreading the slickness around my asshole, massaging it almost. An unexpected jolt of pleasure travels through me.
“Anal is not something I had on my agenda for today,” I mutter, even as I lean back into him. A part of me is very curious and very turned on.
“Do you trust me?” he says in a low voice laced with arousal.
I bite down on my lip. He’s never done anything to me I haven’t enjoyed… “Yes.”
“Good. Take a deep breath and relax.”
The pressure increases until it turns slightly uncomfortable, and then it’s gone. “Breathe,” Rafaele instructs. “It’s in.”
Tentatively, I clench my cheeks. I can feel there’s something there.
Rafaele wraps his palms around my shoulders and guides me back up until my back is pressed to his front. “Today, I’m going to take your ass,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m going to own every part of your body.”
I clench again, trying to get used to the strange sensation. There’s a foreign pressure inside me, but it’s not as noticeable as I would have expected. “Who says I’ll let you?”
“Oh, you’ll let me.” He takes a step back. “Actually, you’re going to beg for it, just like you begged me for everything else.”
I turn around to face him, my cheeks hot and my pussy pulsing with excitement. “Keep dreaming. Now what?”
An all-too-satisfied smirk graces his lips. He slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks.
