Claimed: The Raw Initiation

As if reading my thoughts, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with something larger, colder. A plug. He pushed it in slowly, letting me feel every inch as it stretched me wider than his fingers had. I cried out as the widest part breached me, my body shaking with the effort of accommodating it.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice mockingly gentle.

I shook my head, pressing back against the plug. "No, Sir."

"Good." He twisted the plug, sending sensations ricocheting through me. "Because we're just getting started."

He worked me with the plug for what felt like hours, stretching me, then letting me contract around it, pushing my limits until I was a writhing, begging mess on the bed. Every time I thought I couldn't take more, he proved me wrong, pushing me further until the discomfort morphed into something else—a deep, throbbing need that consumed me.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Please, Sir, I need more."

"More what?" he asked, though I knew he understood exactly what I wanted.

"Your cock," I gasped. "Please, fuck my ass."

With a dark chuckle, he finally removed the plug, leaving me feeling suddenly empty, desperate. I heard the snap of a condom, then more lube being applied. Then his hands were on my hips, positioning me, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my prepared entrance.

"Deep breath," he warned, and then he pushed inside.

The pain was immediate, blinding. I screamed as he breached me, my body fighting the intrusion even as my mind surrendered to it. He didn't stop, didn't give me time to adjust, just kept pushing until he was fully seated inside me, his balls pressed against my dripping pussy.

"God, you're tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "Tighter than I imagined."

I couldn't form words, only animal sounds of pain and overwhelming sensation. It was too much, too full, too intense. I felt split in two, impaled on his thickness, my body struggling to accept what he was giving me.

"Relax," he commanded again, his hand coming down on my ass in a sharp spank. "Take my cock like the slut you are."

His words, his degradation, should have horrified me, but instead they sent another wave of desire through me. I forced myself to breathe, to unclench, to accept. As I did, the pain began to recede, replaced by something else—a deep, throbbing pleasure that built with every beat of my heart.

"That's it," he praised, beginning to move slowly. "Take it. Take all of me."

He pulled out slightly, then pushed back in, setting a rhythm that was both torturous and ecstatic. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through me—pain, pleasure, humiliation, ecstasy—all blending together until I couldn't distinguish one from the other.

"Look at you," he growled, his movements becoming faster, rougher. "Taking my cock in your ass like you were born for it. Such a good little anal slut."

His words sent me higher, and I found myself pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, wanting more, harder, deeper. The sounds coming from my throat were unrecognizable—desperate, needy, completely abandoned to the moment.

His hand found my clit, rubbing roughly as he continued to pound into me. The additional stimulation sent me over the edge, and I came with a scream, my body convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He didn't stop, didn't even slow down, riding out my orgasm as his own built. His thrusts became erratic, almost violent, his grip on my hips bruising as he chased his release.

"Mine," he growled, his voice raw with possession. "This ass is mine."

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing, could feel the heat of his release even through the condom, and another, smaller orgasm rippled through me.

We collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress as we both struggled to catch our breath. He was still inside me, and I could feel every pulse, every tremor as he slowly softened.

After a long moment, he withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and aching in the most delicious way. I could feel the lingering stretch, the evidence of his possession, and a sense of deep satisfaction settled over me.

He rolled me onto my back, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at me. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice gentler now.

"Used," I whispered, a smile playing on my lips. "Perfect."

He returned my smile, leaning down to kiss me softly—a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. "You were incredible," he murmured against my lips. "My perfect little slut."

I preened at his praise, my body still humming with pleasure. "Only for you, Sir."

"Always," he corrected, his fingers tracing the collar at my neck. "Remember that."