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Anna
This is going to happen, she realized.
Right then and there in the barn loft. Her robe was gone, and then spread wide over a hay bale as he lay her back on it, his eyes devouring every bit of her as he slowly stripped her of clothing.
A horse nickered down below.
Damien’s head shot up from where it was buried in her neck, looking around in suspicion and shock.
“What is it?” she asked, alarmed.
“What was that?” he wanted to know, pulling back from her, crouching low in a combat stance.
What was what, she wondered. Then... “Wait, you mean that sound?”
He nodded.
“That was a horse.”
Damien looked at her blankly.
“Um, a draft animal. Used for riding mainly, though in the past, they’ve also pulled carts, helped plow fields, etc. Perfectly normal and natural.” She smiled. “You don’t have them on your world, do you?”
“No,” he said, relaxing slightly. “Not a threat?”
“No,” she said with a smile. “Not even close. They’re just animals. Beautiful, gorgeous animals. But not a threat. Now if you don’t mind, I believe you were in the middle of something?”
Damien took another breath, visibly relaxed, and then he was back on top of her, removing her clothing bit by bit, until she lay naked on the robe-covered hay bale, completely and totally exposed to his wandering eyes.
She’d never felt like she’d been on display to a man before, but she was now, and watching his pants grow tight as he looked over her nudity was such an empowering, and yet vulnerable state.
It also turned her on a lot.
“You had better not take too much longer there,” she told him, gesturing at his fully clothed state. Though perhaps fully clothed was a bit generous, given how ripped his shirt was from his fight. She could basically see most of his torso through the rags.
Without a thought, he pulled the material from his upper body, casually grabbing it with one hand and tearing it off.
Okay, that was hot.
Her entire body responded to the blatant show of strength and disdain.
But it responded more when he took off his pants and climbed on top of her, the weight of his muscular framed pressed against her, pinning her down. Anna felt helpless, but yet also very right. Like this was a place she belonged, that she was okay with.
Damien was making her feel all sorts of new thoughts and feelings with her sexuality, and so far, she was loving every single one of them.
His hand slid across her soft stomach and between her legs. When he found her opening and the wetness awaiting him there, he growled, a raw, primal smile transforming his face into something that made her all but quiver in anticipation. She was his right then and there, and that was perfectly okay and alright with her and the universe.
Then he moved his finger across her clit and Anna slumped back into blissful heaven. Everything he was doing was amazing, and it didn’t take long before the simple circular movements of his finger had her entire body tensing, ready to release.
“Are you going to come?” he growled in her ear, sucking gently on the lobe.
Anna shivered, barely managing to nod in response to his question.
“Good. I want you to come,” he continued. “Come for me.”
She gasped at his demands, loving the way he was ordering her around while pleasuring her. It wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before, but she liked it. She liked him.
The pressure on her clit increased a fraction, and he moved faster, and Anna lost it. She clamped a forearm over her mouth, biting down on her skin as she came, trying to muffle her cries while she rocked against Damien’s grip. He kept her held tight, pleasuring her until she slumped downward, spent.
“That was fucking hot,” he said in that sexy deep bass of his. “Holy shit.”
Anna barely had breath to reply. “That was fucking good,” she said, sagging into his arms.
She’d barely had time to do that before his finger returned. The touch was lighter this time, and it started out ever so slow.
“I don’t know,” she said, but Damien just smiled and kissed her, smothering any further protests.
It didn’t take long for her to move past the sensitivity and realize he was going to make her come again. Faster this time, it was barely a pair of minutes before she writhed and shook in his arms, burying her face in his neck, using his skin to cover her noises as best she could.
Something switched in her brain as she recovered.
“I want you now,” she said with a sudden infusion of strength, her right hand finding his hard shaft, squeezing it and stroking it gently. “This. Take me, Damien. Now.”
The noise that he emitted was half growl, half wordless rumble, and all sexy. He immediately shifted position, lining himself up with her opening.
“I can...” she started to offer, meaning to go down on him, but Damien shook his head. “Next time,” he said, sounding confident as ever that they would be allowed to do this again.
She started to protest, wanting to give him attention as he had her, but then the tip of his cock slid inside her and Anna lost her words, the sentence crumbling as her mind quite simply broke.
It was unlike anything she’d experienced before. This wasn’t her first time, but it was her first time with a man. A man who knew what he was doing, and who also had a perfectly long and thick cock.
With every inch that entered her, she whimpered and pulled his neck down to her face tighter. It was so big, and yet she was taking it. Her walls stretched ever so slowly to accommodate him, and Damien seemed to know the perfect pace so that there was only ever a tiny fraction of delightful pain as she opened to accept him some more.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned when his hips finally pressed against hers.
“You’re so tight,” he hissed.
Anna pushed his head back, looking in his face, seeing the tenseness there. Was he having trouble containing himself already? Was he close to coming just because he was inside her?
That knowledge aroused her even more. She had power over him, power to make him come, and that was fun to know. Anna had never really cared before, but she did now. She liked knowing that Damien was enjoying her, her body, and what they were doing together. She felt like an equal in the moment, even if he was the one on top, guiding everything.
“Take me,” she moaned into his ear, enjoying the way he reacted every time she said something to him, asking him to do something to her. His pupils dilated like he was high on drugs, and she wanted to see it happen more.
Those thoughts were blasted from her mind as Damien withdrew to the edge and then pushed his entire length back all in one even movement. He didn’t stop either, and her entire body responded to it. Back arched, breasts high to the sky, she hung on tight as he picked up some speed, making her body shake each time he pushed his cock home.
Damien sat up slightly, his abs flexing hard to keep him up straight as he maintained his rhythm. She watched in curiosity, trying to figure out what he was doing. One hand came to rest on the bottom of her throat, fingers ever so slightly curving up around it. He rested only a tiny bit of weight there, but it was enough for Anna.
But his other hand curled around her leg, until his thumb was right over her clit. The combination of that pressure plus the in-and-out of his cock was too much. She hissed at the speed with which her climax rushed in, and then cried out as she tightened around his cock in orgasm.
To her surprise, Damien’s hand covered her mouth, stifling her cries even as she breathed frantically through her nose. She could have ripped the hand away if she tried, he wasn’t holding her that tight, but it was hot. Anna had of course heard about things, about how dominant guys sometimes were, but she’d never experienced anything like it.
Until now.
Her body convulsed several more times, all her cries and moans dying on his palm as he kept her quiet.
When she finally went limp in the post-orgasm glow, he let go of her mouth, allowing her to breathe fully.
“Was that okay?” he asked.
She bit her lip and nodded, not trusting her voice. More than okay, she knew. Not that she craved more, but that little bit was making her so incredibly aroused, she wanted him to make her come again.
Damien didn’t seem to be done. With casual strength and some soft-spoken commands, he moved her around until she was on all fours on the hay bale, leaning back until her rear was over her ankles.
Then he stepped up behind her and entered her again. Anna cried out, unable to contain herself. The simple angle change was amazing, and she came quickly from that alone, a weak orgasm but one, nonetheless.
When Damien began to thrust against her in earnest, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it for long. The pleasure was getting too much, she was getting too sensitive and—
“Oh, my God, I’m going to come,” she moaned louder than ever as her brain switched gears on her. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh God.”
Damien was groaning tightly behind her.
“Don’t hold back,” she cried, wanting him to be pleased as well.
He growled something, but she had no idea what it meant, her brain too busy being pummeled with sensations from between her legs.
She came, and her entire spine arched, and then flattened as she fell flat on her robe, a limp pile as her muscles spasmed and rocked out of control.
Damien groaned louder and pulled himself back. Anna managed to find strength to twist herself enough at the waist to look back just in time to see him spill his load all over her ass and lower back. She was shocked at how hot it felt as it splashed across her skin.
Her eyes tracked up to his face, watching it contort with his own orgasm.
Then he was done, collapsing to the ground beside her, breathing heavily. She lay crouched on all fours, feeling him pool in her back, enjoying knowing that she had caused that from him. She was the means to his release.
They lay like that for quite some time, recovering. Anna was okay with that, she spread herself flat on her robe, ignoring the slight poking of the hay underneath. It was a small price to pay for what she’d just enjoyed.
Which was when reality started to sink in.
That wasn’t the price at all. I don’t know the real price of this yet...
But she would soon enough.
