The Warm Up

When she comes to the door she’s wearing only a towel. She’s smiling, cheeks flushed. She lets me in. We move around each other like animals about to fight – conspicuously not touching. We both know we’re going to fuck, and we’re both waiting for it to start happening. Not yet, though. Not yet.

“I did something for you,” she says.

“Oh?”

She nods. Her cheeks pink a little further. She struggles to say the thing she says next – it’s very clear that she can’t find the right phrase. “I… got myself ready for you. I got my… arse… ready.” She giggles slightly. Hand over mouth.

“Did you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Presumptuous of you.” Teasing.

“I thought you might want to. We talked about it.” We did talk about anal. She hasn’t done it before, but she plays with her arse when she masturbates. Sometimes she’ll fuck herself with a butt plug and when she comes, she says, it feels like her orgasm saturates her whole body, fingers and toes and scalp and spine, not just her pelvis and belly like normal.

We also talked about my cock. About how she had never taken anything that thick.

“It might hurt,” I say. I think. “It will hurt.”

“You can hurt me if you want to,” she says. And giggles again. She’s blushing fully now. “I want that.”

That gets me hard. I look her up and down for a minute, pretending that I’m still considering. Then I grab her wrist and take her through to the bedroom. I push her onto the bed. A little rough now. But I want her, very much. So much it’s hard to think of anything else. You can hurt me if you want to.

I take her clothes off her. Dig in the bedside cabinet for her butt plug and a bottle of lube, which I throw onto the bed beside her. I unbuckle my belt and wrestle my dick from my jeans and put it in her hands. I let her feel the size and girth of it.

“In three minutes,” I say, “this is going inside your tight little arse whether you’re ready for it or not.”

She twitches. Full body jerk. “Three minutes?” Not teasing anymore. Nervous now.

“A little less than that now.” I nod towards the butt plug and lube. “You’d better start warming up.”

I take a step back and stand at the foot of the bed and watch her. She’s shaky and fumbling. Spills lube on the covers. Drops the bottle. She lubes up the plug and, with a fleeting glance at me, lies back on the bed. Hands between her legs, awkward, reaching. It takes her a minute to get the plug into her body. Teeth gritted. She grunts when it goes in, and her breathing abruptly quickens. She works it in and out a few times, then scrambles onto her front, hands and knees, so that she can reach back between her legs and fuck herself with the plug.

“Two minutes,” I say. I’m not actually keeping track of time.

She whimpers. Fucks herself with the plug still more vigorously, then grabs a dildo from her bedside drawer and clumsily begins lubing it up. She pulls out the plug and tries to push the dildo into her body in its place. It’s very obvious that it hurts too much. She changes position twice, ending up on her knees, grinding her arse down onto the dildo.

She can’t get it inside herself. It’s too big… and yet we both know that it’s smaller than my dick.

“One minute.”

She makes a noise of frustration. “Sir… I need more-”

“Don’t talk to me.”

The sound she makes is like she’s about to start crying, but she stops talking. She focuses all her energy on getting the dildo into her. I can see her trying to relax. Grinding down. Desperate now. Face red, eyes wet. Her legs shake as she pushes down and then…

Then it slips inside her. She yelps and pants as it sinks in. Scrapes her nails along her inner thigh. Her breath is pent up, tight, hard. She breathes out in a slow stream, through her teeth.

In a minute I will tell her that her time is up. That she’d better be ready for me. I’ll make her take the dildo out of her arse. I’ll sheathe myself in a condom. Make her get on her hands and knees and shut her eyes. Ready for me.

And then, I think, I’ll fuck her cunt.