It felt like I shouldn’t be looking, but I did anyway. I peered at his tall strong form, admiring the way his suit hugged the planes of his muscles. I tried to temper my reaction, but it was difficult. His back was wide at the shoulders, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like beneath his shirt. Would he be just as chiseled as I imagined?
His waist narrowed at his hips. His legs were strong too, thick, and sturdy beneath his slacks.
My gaze stole to his crotch.
His cock was massive, and it was still rock hard. I could see the outline tented clearly through the fabric of his pants.
I fidgeted, stepping from one foot to the other.
A cock that big would hurt a lot when he fucked me.
When. Not if. When.
My pussy clenched down hard, wetter than I thought possible. I was so distracted by the sight of him that I finally looked to see what he was doing.
There was a knife in his hand and a wooden carving board on the counter. I furrowed my brow in confusion, before I glanced at his hands. He was carving something carefully in his palm. It was creamy yellow in color, and I had to look at it for a few seconds before what it was dawned on me.
He was carving ginger root.
He worked slowly and meticulously, shaving off layer after layer until he had a bulbous round stem and a thick base. It narrowed a bit in the center.
There was a familiarity to the shape that I couldn’t quite place, at least not at first.
“Naughty girls who wander in places they shouldn’t are dealt with in very shameful ways in my house,” he began.
I started, but his gaze captured mine in an instant. He’d caught me looking. There would be no denying it now.
“I had thought a hard spanking would be more than enough for a girl like you, but I can see that it wasn’t. You need something much, much more,” he continued.
My heart was pounding in my chest and nothing I did or thought would make it calm. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to think of something to say that might inspire his mercy and knowing deep in my soul that there was nothing I could do to stop whatever was coming.
Somehow, that made me even wetter. My clit throbbed, seemingly developing its own heartbeat as I stood there naked from the waist down in front of Dmitri Alucard.
“Come here,” he demanded, and the deep command of his voice vibrated through the marrow of my bones. Before I knew what was happening, I was moving toward him, small steps so I didn’t trip over the pants and panties around my ankles.
He placed the ginger root back down on the carving board and I looked at it for one moment before I finally realized what the shape reminded me of.
It looked like a butt plug.
He couldn’t mean to put it there… Right?
He said nothing as he knelt before me, guiding my feet out of my shoes, and then slowly taking off my leggings and panties. When he stood back up, he made a point to look directly at my pussy and I blushed hard, unable to meet his eyes knowing that I was soaking wet and swollen with my arousal right now.
He grabbed my sweater, and I clutched my arms close to my chest in hopes of keeping some measure of my dignity.
“Arms over your head, Mina. Don’t make me take off my belt,” he warned, and my mouth opened wide in disbelief. I closed it quickly. Finally, I did as he asked, obediently raising my arms because I didn’t want to find out what his belt would feel like too.
My bottom was already sore from only his hand. I couldn’t imagine how much more his belt would hurt on top of that.
He pulled my sweater up slowly over my head. I closed my eyes, struggling with the knowledge that he was baring me himself. He tossed my sweater to the side with the rest of my clothes and slowly turned me around. His fingers slid down the line of my spine before he deftly unclipped the connector of my bra. It sprang forward and my breasts bounced a bit with the heaviness that came with desire. He pulled the straps down my arms, slowly baring me.
I whined softly in disbelief. He wasn’t even looking at me yet and I was already so overcome with shame and arousal and nerves that I didn’t know what to do.
He took hold of me and turned me back around. His gaze held mine for a long moment and I had difficulty staying still, but when he finally glanced down, I stood rooted in place because a part of me wanted him to see while another much smaller piece yearned for him to turn away.
He didn’t though. He drank in his fill of me.
My nipples peaked under his scrutiny, hardening into even tighter buds the longer he looked. There was no judgment in his gaze, only admiration and his own very obvious arousal at seeing me like this.
When he finally reached to touch me, he didn’t grab at my breasts or my pussy like I expected him to. Instead, he trailed his fingertips down the side of my waist and along my hip. In truth, it was innocent in nature, but it felt anything but.
“You’re absolutely ravishing like this, Mina,” he purred.
I blushed so hard that I thought my face might catch flame. I wanted a black hole to open up beneath my feet and swallow me whole, but then I knew I’d regret not finding out what he meant by shameful.
My curiosity had been peaked and I needed to know what came next.
“I… I…” I started, nervously glancing at the carved ginger on the island counter.
His palm cupped my face, his thumb pressing over my lips and silencing me gently. With a nervous shiver, I dared to look back into his gaze.
“Bend back over the table. It’s time,” he instructed. I watched as he grasped the root. The overhead light made the juice glisten, highlighting the places he’d scored with the paring knife.
“What’s going to happen?” I questioned nervously.
He didn’t answer, which somehow made it worse. As scared as I was though, I still felt safe somehow. I don’t know why, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
My pussy throbbed all the harder because of that.
He grasped my upper arm and gently led me to the table. He guided me over it, hoisting me up a bit so that my toes didn’t quite reach the floor. His fingers grazed my scorched bottom and he patted it, jostling my cheeks just enough so that my pussy felt every single shameful movement.
“You wanted me to catch you, bad girl,” he began.
He slapped the tops of my thighs hard several times, reigniting the burn and my lips opened and somehow words came out.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
I said the words before I even thought about them. In some ways, it was comforting and in others it amplified the dichotomy of power between us right now.
“A spanking wasn’t enough to teach you to follow the rules, was it?”
“No… sir,” I replied hesitantly, shivering because I wanted to know what came next. Would he fuck me? Would I enjoy it?
His hands squeezed the backs of my thighs, just brushing my wet folds. A spark of desire surged through me, and I had difficulty staying still.
“You need more, don’t you?” he asked, and those fingers glided along my inner thigh more boldly now.
I did need more. I needed his cock to sink deep inside me, but I wouldn’t dare admit it. Not for anything.
I chewed my lip, trying to keep quiet.
“I’m going to enjoy this next part very, very much, little girl,” he continued.
The use of little girl struck me this time. It felt like he’d deliberately avoided my name and used a term to make me feel small, vulnerable, and exposed. In that moment, it felt safe, but it also terrified me more than anything about what else he had planned.
“You will give me your surrender, little girl. Before long, you’re going to be begging me for what you need in very explicit detail,” he warned.
I whimpered softly. Instinctually, I knew he wasn’t bluffing, but I still had some sliver of pride left. I didn’t want to break for him.
My mind didn’t, at least. My body certainly did. The two were at war and I was no longer certain which was going to come out the victor.
The muscles of my body clenched nervously, and his palm pressed between my legs, cupping my pussy possessively.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
His fingers were touching my bare pussy and no matter how much I squeezed my legs together or pretended this wasn’t happening, I couldn’t deny it any longer.
The pads of his finger slid over my clit and a shamefully aroused moan escaped me before I could stop it. The moment the sound left me, I clapped my lips shut, but it was already too late.
“Do you know how I know you need this?” he asked.
His fingers started to lightly circle my clit and my entire body shuddered with pleasure of its own accord. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.
“No, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.
I was lying. I did know and I knew that he knew I did too.
“This right here, little girl. This soaking wet little pussy tells me everything I need to know,” he explained. My clit throbbed in response to every single syllable. Without meaning to, I pressed more firmly against his fingers.
I arched my back, inadvertently spreading my legs.
He took advantage of the opportunity and slapped my pussy with the flats of his fingers. I yelped, the sting from his hand instantaneous and terrible.
“This needy little pussy is going to have to wait though. Bad girls who need very shameful lessons have to be properly punished first,” he stated.
My burning pussy throbbed hotter, stinging from his palm and pulsing with need more powerful than I had ever known. His fingers brushed against my bottom again and I bit my lip, nervous and confused and so aroused that I could hardly stand it.
I stiffened when his knuckles glided up and down the cleft of my ass. I tried to keep still and be obedient. Maybe if I did what he wanted, he would forget about all this and let me go to bed.
I glanced back, wanting to see his face. He was staring at my backside, and he chose that single moment to spread my bottom open.
The raw desire in his gaze nearly undid me. Now that I knew he was looking, there would be no hiding from this. There would be no denying that he was simply doing this to shame me, that there was a part of him that wanted to do this to me, and I didn’t know how to handle that.
It was terrifying and seductive all at the same time.
“I’ve neglected this tight virgin hole for long enough,” he observed, and my entire body tensed at his words.
“I can, bad girl.”
The truth was I knew he was right. I wasn’t going to tell anyone that he’d spanked me. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul that my pussy had turned into a puddle when he punished me, and I most certainly was going to keep the fact that I wanted him to fuck me after all that my own little secret.
He maneuvered behind me, getting in between my legs, and forcing me to remain open for him in a way that deliberately displayed my pussy rather salaciously. I wanted to hate it, but deep down I knew that I enjoyed it far too much.
Something must be wrong with me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
I wanted his touch back in between my thighs. I wanted his cock even more.
“It’s time, little girl.”
I should have been more afraid when he said those words, but the only thing I could fathom was his touch and what he’d do to me after that. My bottom still ached, but it was only heightening my desire.
I was starting to feel brave again.
A cold wet thing pressed against my bottom hole and all other thoughts fled from my mind, washed away in an instant. A quiet gasp fled my lips and before I could push up against the table, his hand was against my back, holding me in place again.
He was really going to put the ginger inside me.
I hadn’t actually believed he would until that very second. It had been some distant make-believe possibility that he wouldn’t actually do it, that it was happening to some faraway person in some fictional sordid fantasy that was never supposed to be true.
This wasn’t a dream, or a wayward threat made in jest to remind me to do as I was told.
This was real.
For some reason, my brain hadn’t processed that information until that moment and now I didn’t really know what to do with it.
There wasn’t anything I could do. That piece of ginger was going inside my asshole whether I liked it or not.
The tip of the ginger had warmed a little. He increased the pressure and it felt so foreign that I could not for the life of me relax. I tensed, fighting against its entry even though I knew it was inevitable.
It slid inside me with ease, even as I struggled. Even though it hurt.
I’d never been stretched open like this, and my bottom hole burned with a deep aching sensation that hurtled up and down my spine and all the way to the tips of my toes.
It felt so wicked, so taboo, and I hated that a part of me actually liked how it felt. It was utterly shameful, but I couldn’t help it.
I’d never imagined anyone touching me here, let alone going inside it. The base of the ginger plug grew wider, stretching me more with every passing second. My thighs trembled and I was sure he could see it.
I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as the pain hurtled through me. Roughly, he pushed the ginger the rest of the way inside me.
There was a thick base at the end of it that kept it safely in place.
I gasped, in relief or fear, I wasn’t quite certain.
“There now, little girl. Just relax for me now.”
I pressed my forehead against the table, simply trying to catch my breath and forever struggling with the knowledge that there was something inside my bottom and I felt so very full in a very strange way.
My pussy clenched and my asshole did along with it.
The ginger felt cool and soothing in a way. I relaxed a bit against the table, thinking that the worst was over, and he’d just wanted to teach me a lesson by being the first to touch me in such a foreign place.
I was wrong. The ginger didn’t stay cool.
My asshole started to grow a bit warm. At first, I thought it was just my arousal returning and I shifted slightly, trying to make it go away. It only seemed to intensify after that.
I bit my lip, the burning sensation growing warmer still. I swallowed nervously, thinking that maybe it was just some weird reaction to having my bottom filled for the first time, but after a while even I knew that was a foolish thought.
A minute passed, then another, and my asshole grew hotter.
I cried out softly at first, alarmed by the stinging sensation more than I cared to admit.
“The ginger is starting to work, isn’t it little girl?”
There was an amused arousal to his tone that hadn’t been there before. He’d known this would happen and he was taking great pleasure in watching me suffer.
My pussy clenched and I cried out, the stinging burn from the ginger intensifying for several seconds afterward.
His palm on my back smoothed over my skin.
I wanted to remain stoic. I wanted to take this without begging or doing any of the things he’d said I would. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying my best to keep quiet and knowing that I was never going to be able to keep that vow.
He grasped the base of the ginger and started to pull it out. I sighed in relief, but then he pushed it back in far more roughly than he had the first time.
I tensed without meaning to. Cruelly, he pumped the ginger in and out of my bottom, fucking me with it.
It burned and stung, but the feeling of it using me in a place that was never supposed to be taken was oddly seductive. I tried to deny that I was enjoying myself. I didn’t want to think about what it might mean if I did.
The juice trickled from my asshole down onto my pussy. There was so much wetness between my thighs, and I wasn’t certain if it was me or the ginger anymore.
My sensitive pussy reacted to the juice much faster than I expected. Soon, the burning of my asshole seemed inconsequential to the blazing bonfire of heat that punished my needy pussy.
I cried out, not a strangled cry like the ones before, but a real panicked one that fully exposed how out of my element I was.
“Oh. Please,” I tried.
He pumped the ginger in and out of me several more times.
I blinked, suffering through an endless onslaught of fire that wouldn’t stop. A wail escaped me and then another.
I needed it out.
“Please take it out,” I begged.
He pushed the ginger back in, holding his thumb over the base as my body revolted against it. My asshole tensed around the base several times. The wet sound of it was humiliating, but my clit throbbed anyway like a damn traitor.
My pussy was stinging so much that it was nearly unbearable.
“Please use your belt. Anything but this,” I begged. He chuckled softly.
“You don’t need me to take it out, little girl,” he replied.
“Yes! Please! I do need it out,” I wailed.
I’d have chosen his hand to spank my pussy over this. This was unexpectedly terrible, and the burning refused to cease, growing worse and more overwhelming with every terrible second.
“Tell me what you really need,” he coaxed.
“I’m sorry!” I tried. I didn’t know what else to do. I hoped he’d take pity on me, maybe grant me mercy if I showed him that I was contrite.
“It’s okay, little girl. I forgive you,” he replied gently. He slapped my pussy lightly and I would have jumped off the table if he wasn’t holding me down.
“Please, I won’t leave my room at night again,” I pleaded.
“I know you won’t, little girl.”
He didn’t make any move to take the ginger out, but a part of me had known he wouldn’t. He wanted me to admit that I wanted more, that I wanted him to take his big thick cock out and fuck me with it until I couldn’t stand.
I couldn’t admit that.
The burn grew worse, and I whimpered, blinking back tears.
“It hurts,” I wailed.
“I know, little girl. But you need it to hurt. You need this so you can finally tell me what you really need,” he explained. There was a gentleness to his tone that made me feel safe even among the confusing feelings of a very punished and very aroused little girl.
My entire body quaked.
This wasn’t about pain or punishment or shame, not really.
This was about giving up control.
This was about him taking it.
I gasped against the table, rounding my back, and tensing for one last moment before the rest of my fight fled from me.
I opened my mouth and closed it again, struggling to get the words out and knowing I had to. He didn’t rush me, and I was grateful for it, but the longer I waited, the more the ginger stung. As if he knew I needed one last push, his fingers tenderly pressed between my legs, capturing my clit.
He started to tease me.
His touch was perfection, as if he’d had a lifetime to learn my body and already knew how to please it. My focus was torn between the stinging ginger and his expert fingers, and I lost all sense of control.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what, little girl?”
“Please, fuck me,” I pleaded quietly.
“You’re going to have to be much more specific than that, little girl,” he answered, and I whined into the table. His touch strummed over my clit, pressing harder, circling a bit faster and I shamelessly moaned out loud.
“Please fuck me… with your big… cock…” I pleaded.
“Where should I fuck you? Your soaking wet little pussy? Or maybe your sore burning bottom? Tell me, little girl. Tell me exactly what you need,” he commanded.
My body folded for him.
“In my soaking wet little pussy!” I shrieked.
He slipped a single finger inside me there and I let out a broken strangled sound that was something of a cry and a moan morphed together as one. He pumped that finger in and out of me slowly. I felt every thick knuckle and he paused.
“This soaking wet, virgin pussy,” he murmured, and I gasped, blushing so hard that my face felt like it had caught fire just like the rest of me.
“Yes,” I wailed.
“Say it. All together. Out loud for me,” he instructed, his voice taking on a sternness that left no question in my mind that I was going to have to obey him.
“I need you to fuck me with your big cock in my soaking wet, virgin pussy,” I begged, my voice shaking the entire time. It was barely above a whisper, but I knew he could hear every single word plain as day.
The silence that followed was damning.
Had I said the wrong thing? Had he not wanted that?
“That’s my good girl,” he finally murmured, and the air billowed out of my lungs on one long breath. I whimpered softly, still being punished by the burning ginger and hoping that would soon end.
He stepped away from me and I arched my back, lifting my bottom for him.
“Would you please take it out now, sir?” I asked hopefully.
My world pitched forward, my heart dropping straight down to my toes. My mouth opened, but my protests died at the back of my throat at what he said next.
“The ginger is going to stay inside your naughty bottom while I fuck you, little girl.”
Behind me, I heard him unbuckling his belt. The sound of his zipper lowering echoed loudly and a hard shiver raced down my spine. I wanted to look back, I wanted to see his cock, but he didn’t allow me the privilege.
“You were a very bad girl, Mina, and now you’re going to get fucked like one,” he growled.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, molten hot and overwhelmingly massive. I panicked for a moment, but his hands grasped my hips gently. His thumbs caressed my skin, chasing away my nerves at least enough to settle me.
“You were made for this, little girl. I’m going to prove that to you,” he assured me.
He started pushing his cock inside, just a little at first. I gasped, taken aback by the unexpected painful stretch that came with it. He was gigantic. From just the feel of it, it was a fucking horse cock and he was going to put it all inside me.
I didn’t know if my virgin pussy could survive that. When he pushed inside just a little, my inner walls clutched at him fiercely to push him out, but to also pull him in.
I tried to open for him. I tried to take it with grace, but I froze when he reached my virgin barrier. He leaned over me, grasping the back of my neck and my shoulder with a single hand. He kissed the arch of my spine and my pussy clenched tight around him. He didn’t move right away, and I thought maybe he was waiting for me to say something.
“Please. Fuck me, sir,” I begged.
“Anything for you, my little girl,” he answered.
There was no time for me to think through the possession that the addition of that single word carried because he thrust forward so hard that it felt like he’d pierced into me with an iron spike. He sank his cock into me all the way to the hilt and a ferocious volley of pain rattled through me with a terrible violence that took my breath away. I screamed, the sound of it low and desperate.
In the following seconds, the pain began to quell, and I realized the worst was over. He released my shoulder and slid his fingertips down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful like this, your bottom full and your pussy impaled on my cock.”
I shivered hard with shame and unfathomable arousal. Somewhere in the mix, the burning of the ginger had faded just a little bit, transforming from something that had simply been punishing and terrible to devastating arousal.
Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back in.
It still hurt, but not in the way it had before. It hurt because he was so terribly thick, and my body had never taken anything close to its size before. Every thrust was a struggle, but soon enough, my body opened for him little by little.
The pace was slow and steady, and I found myself deeply enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain before much time passed.
I felt every ridge of his cock as it thrust in and out of me. I moaned. I writhed.
When he grasped the base of the ginger root, I whimpered. I told myself that he was going to take it out, but in my heart, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
He started to fuck me with the ginger while at the same time he fucked my pussy with his cock.
I was so full that I couldn’t help but squeeze and fresh juice dribbled down onto my pussy. I moaned as it slid down my wet folds and I keened when it dripped onto my clit.
My world was set on fire once again.
“Time for you to scream for me like the bad girl you really are.”
Without any more warning, he pulled out of me and slammed back inside me. In that moment, I realized that he’d been being gentle with me, and things were about to get a whole lot harder for me.
The juice had dripped onto his cock and when he fucked me, he was pushing the juice inside me and a whole different place started to burn anew.
I screamed, my whole world a blazing fire of stinging arousal. I couldn’t escape it. Even more shameful, I knew that even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. My core spiraled tight with desire. My clit throbbed insatiably and all that tension that had been raging between us all night finally exploded.
My orgasm slammed over me without warning. Even if I had known it was coming, there would have been no stopping it. Like an uncorked bottle of champagne, I popped hard.
I screamed, writhing against the table and lifting my hips in a way that a lady shouldn’t. His cock fucked me deep, slamming against my cervix over and over as if he wanted to claim that too.
My back arched and my inner walls clutched at him. He took me hard and fast, never once slowing down. He didn’t stop punishing my bottom and soon, I couldn’t tell if something hurt or if something felt good. Pleasure and pain became one and the same.
I burned with red-hot fire. I squeezed my eyes shut, losing myself in that first devastating orgasm like never before.
I knew I would never be the same after this.
It felt like freedom.
My eyes rolled back in my head and my body quaked with one savage sensation after the next. By the time that first orgasm crested and eventually faded into something more bearable, my whole body was trembling from the sheer intensity of that first one.
I tried to catch my breath, expecting him to begin to slow, but then I realized something.
He hadn’t come yet.
He hadn’t even begun to slow down.
“I’m far from through with you, little girl. You’re going to keep coming for me until you break so hard that there’s pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks.”