“Tell me how this feels, Claire,” he whispered, as his artful fingers continued stimulating the sensitive opening.
“Frightening,” I gasped. I breathed deep, trying to calm my frayed nerves.
“What frightens you?”
I shook my head, I didn’t know.
“Don’t you go quiet on me. I took out the gag, I expect an answer.” He gave my ass a firm smack, then he resumed the anal exploration. One of his fingers began to press against the portal, delicately, finally poking through the opening. “What frightens you, Claire?”
“It hurts.”
“Hurts? Really.”
“Not now, but it will.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt, Claire. Someone rape you here?”
The question took me by surprise. “N-nnnn, noooo!”
I felt him momentarily hesitate on that stumbling reply, though the anal play continued. While his one hand worked it
