Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (6 page)

It showed – he was still rock hard.

Sunny felt as if she’d achieved something magnificent.  The same sense of self-satisfaction arose within her as it would if she’d just been told she’d been able to take over another company or that she’d made a killing in the market.  It was the same feeling – only better.  Business conquests and accolades didn’t have a sexual component, didn’t make her clit flush and ache to be touched.  This, most definitely, did.

“Of course, there’s more to come before I let you sleep – if I do at all,” he promised.  “Onto the bed, now, get on all fours.”  Sunny did as she was told, but then he said, “Put your head down, turn your face towards the headboard, spread your legs as wide as you can, fold your arms across your back, and do your best to push your bottom out.”

Once she’d assumed the terribly exposed position, she couldn’t imagine how she could possibly make her backside any more prominent.  Having to keep her arms behind her back while her rump was in the air was a terrible reminder of her lack of freedom.  She had just voluntarily placed herself in a completely defenseless position, offering herself up to him like some sexual sacrifice, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to know what he was going to do next, although she thought she had a general idea.

But she was wrong.

By the time he’d joined her, Sunny couldn’t see it, but Rod had applied a thin layer of very slippery lotion to his cock so that it glistened all over as it bobbed between his legs.  He moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips to guide her back towards him until her blatantly displayed rose hole touched the tip of his eager penis.

Sunny tried to lurch forward against his hold, but those strong, enormous hands of his wouldn’t allow her to move at all, even though she continued to surge against them.  “Sunny!” She’d never heard him raise his voice before, and heartily wished she hadn’t now.  It was more than enough to get her to stop struggling.

“Has no one ever taken you there?” he asked, guessing the reason for her distress.

“No,” she blurted out, almost on a sob, then more horrified, “No!”  She had just thought he was going to take her from behind.  Not
that
!  He was too damned big!

“Well, then, you’ve missed out.  I think you’ll find that it’s . . . a different feeling, and I’d be willing to bet you enjoy it, probably more than you want to.”

This man was dangerous!  He already sounded as if he knew her entirely too well already.  Sunny didn’t want to find out she liked this!  She didn’t want to do it at all, and she told him so, rather stridently.

Keeping her in that very submissive position as they spoke, Rod asked quietly, “Are saying you want to withdraw your consent to our bet – our agreement?”  As he spoke, his hands were busy, one massaging and occasionally spanking her bottom, and the other – well, the other was the real problem.

It was between her legs like it meant business, reaching up from below, between her legs, to slip two fingers into her this time, with his thumb landing on top of her clit as if it had found a new home.  He was slowly stroking up and down and round and round, bringing the pleasure to the forefront again with a vengeance, rendering Sunny a moaning, slavering mass of almost - but not quite there - nerves.

Then he pressed the gloved, lubed finger of his free hand to her bottom flower, working it up inside her, slowly but firmly.  Having already taken her enema, she was still somewhat stretched in that area, and he was up to his knuckles in seconds.  As she felt him seated deep within her, it forced a long, low moan from her that was somewhere between the ultimate ecstasy and painfully embarrassing humiliation, and he knew she was right where he wanted.

It sounded to him as if he had allowed her just a bit too much pleasure, so he folded his teasing thumb well away from her trigger point, and simply began fucking her with his finger in her ass.  Before he’d withdrawn and plunged twice, she already sounded as if she was seconds away from exploding beneath him.

She might be afraid of being stretched, which was understandable, but she enjoyed being fucked there, considering her reactions to both the enema nozzle and now his finger.  From what he could tell, her body loved the combination of a somewhat uncomfortable, embarrassing challenge mixed with a pinch of pleasure, and that was exactly what he intended to give her.

He reached down and took a hold of a big handful of that beautiful blonde hair of hers, pulling slowly back until she had to raise her head and the top half of her body off the bed and arch herself back awkwardly. 

She needed no further reminder, whispering hoarsely, “No, Sir.”

That wasn’t enough anymore.  “No, Sir, what?  Finish the sentence, Sunny.”

She was panting, trying to be comfortable in this position, but it was impossible.  He wasn’t exactly hurting her, but it was no picnic, either.  Her hands were still behind her back, which arched her body acutely, thrusting her breasts into outrageous prominence, something he took full advantage of by reaching down with his free hand to grope cruelly before she could even begin to respond.

When she responded to his question it was as if it was someone else talking.  Her conscious mind was appalled by this entire situation, but it was the deeper recesses of her brain that had stepped to the forefront now, for the first time in her life.  And they wanted what they wanted.

“I d-don’t want to – to stop, Sir.”

He wasn’t going to let her get away with so mealy-mouthed a response.  “So you still consent?”

Tears rolled off her cheeks and onto the very mounds that inspired them as he worked his way from one breast to the other – almost systematically – squeezing, pinching, and tugging incessantly, so that she never had a second’s respite.

“Yes, Sir.”

That was nowhere near enough, and he had to look into her eyes to determine if she was being deliberately difficult.  What he found there was a more open face than he’d ever seen before.  Yes, it was wet with copious tears, and he could see the very real pain she was feeling written across it, but there was a level of acceptance that hadn’t been there previously, and he wanted to solidify it and build on it.

“Say it, Sunny,” he ground out.

She didn’t try to stall or delay her answer in the least – not even for a second’s thought or reconsideration.  “I consent, Sir.”

His hands left her breasts immediately as he pulled her even further back against him, leaning down to kiss her in the gentlest and most profound manner, belying the way he’d tortured her seconds earlier.  Then he guided her slowly and carefully back into that humiliating position, having gotten exactly what he wanted out of her.

He repositioned himself at her back door, his cock swelling to even greater girth at the sight of the difference in sizes between himself and that tiny, pinched opening.

“You are not to move, Sunny.  You can let me know if you grow uncomfortable, but that’s not necessarily going to change the course of events.  It will help you if you can relax and remember that all you have to do to make me – and thus you – happy is to submit.  You don’t need to think or worry about anything; that’s my job.  Yours is just to bend yourself to my will and obey.”

Despite her apparent epiphany, doubt was ever-present, and her submissive side, having peeked out long enough to further commit her to this, had receded, leaving her struggling with herself again.  She knew she was always going to be a horrible submissive – how did one turn one’s mind completely off?  Relax.  She nearly snorted at the idea.  He was going to put a very large round peg into a very small round hole, and it was going to hurt like the dickens, she was quite sure.  It was hard not to think that she needed to brace herself for it, which had her tensing her entire body.

She couldn’t stay that way for long; Rod knew her muscles would get tired shortly, so he took his time, barely advancing at all until he could tell that she had relaxed out of pure muscle fatigue.  Not only was he keeping a close eye on her, but he had to do the same with himself.

She was
so
tight, and his every advance had her mewling and panting and issuing soft, slight groans that practically had this thing over before he’d started it.  That would be twice in a row, and he couldn’t allow that, not only for his own healthy ego, but because he didn’t want her to know just how much power she had over him.

When he had advanced far enough inside her that he no longer needed to hold himself – which took a lot longer than he usually allowed for such things – he reached down and clamped a hand over where her arms were folded across her back, using them as leverage against her to pull her –very slowly – onto him, as if she were voluntarily impaling herself.

His hold tugged her shoulders towards him, flexing her back again and thrusting her bottom out even further, which also caused her to lose ground to him.  Rod wished he had put clamps on her nipples while he had the chance – that would have been a distraction from what was happening to her sweet behind, but then, perhaps this was best.  The fewer distractions, the more tamed and taken she was likely to feel.

Despite her protestations, which were growing in volume with each fraction of an inch he claimed, he would bet that, if he reached down between her legs, she would still be sopping wet.  Having made that bet with himself, he just had to do exactly that, only to discover that she was about five times as moist as she’d been before he’d begun claiming her ass, and when he let himself drift a bit further south, he found that outstandingly engorged clit of hers to be sitting up and begging for attention.

Because she had protested so bitterly, while her body was thoroughly rejoicing in his treatment - Rod decided then and there that he was going to force her to come while he fucked her in the ass.

Not now, of course, because he wasn’t even all the way there yet.  But later, when he’d begun thrusting in earnest, he would wrest the choice away from her, which would be true of most things this weekend.

He was less easy on her from that point on, less coddling than he had been.  He pressed harder and faster into her, knowing that she might be sobbing a little because it was hard – at first – to become accustomed to his size in a place she hadn’t expected he’d go, but with the sure knowledge that her mind would soon catch up with her body and it would only make her that much wetter.

Rod sank himself the last two inches very quickly, with a sharp thrust of his hips, loving the way her cries rose at the rapid insult, but he didn’t linger there, and he didn’t make really any further concession to what had been her anal virginity.  He held her arms even further up, making her back her bottom even further onto him – as if begging for him – then withdrew all the way and plunged back into her, much more forcefully than his first stroke, filling her completely, until he could feel the heat of her open quim on his balls each time before he backed out again.

He fucked her hard and soft and fast and slow, preferring hard and fast, using her arms to make sure that when he slammed into her, she couldn’t move far away from him, so that her body had to absorb the impact of each powerful thrust every time.

Sunny was out of her mind.  She had finally relaxed because it was her only option, and he hadn’t hesitated to take advantage of it, as if he had been lying in wait for just that to happen.  At first it was terribly hard not to cry as she felt him invading her. It burned a little and hurt some, but mostly it felt like this weird pressure that shouldn’t be there.  The further he went, the worse the pressure got.  It wasn’t painful, just unusual and embarrassing and . . . damn, it felt good!

She certainly didn’t want it to, but it did.  It was so good that she wanted to press herself against him, and he saved her from that ignominy by forcing her to do exactly that with the way he held her arms captive and useless.  It must’ve been a sight, her moving her bottom towards him as if she wanted him to take her there.  Truth be told, she did.  Damn him!

When he’d begun to rub her clit just a few seconds ago, she thought she was going to explode, all over him, permission or no.  But he withdrew too soon and she was relegated to a world of desperate ache.  She wanted to rub her crotch against anything or anyone to get off, and yet she knew she would never be allowed to do that.  That sure knowledge only made things a thousand times worse.

From that moment on, she knew that he knew that she was beyond enjoying what he was doing to her, and he stepped up his game.  The gloves were
off
from then on as he invaded her bottom, fucking her as hard as he had her pussy downstairs - maybe harder.

Despite her inner conflicts, he had used her own body against her to make her into exactly what he wanted – a submissive.  Things she definitely wouldn’t have chosen were being
done to
her, and she adored it, however unconsciously.  She had no control over whether they stopped or continued for hours or changed or got worse or better.  She was his, and this was what it had taken for her to begin to come to grips with what she wanted.

Especially when he continued to force himself inside her, fast and furious, intent on his own pleasure, but then reaching his spare hand down to lay three fingers on her clit while he took her.  “Come, Sunny.  Come before I do or I’ll have to punish you very severely.”

She felt as if someone had flung open the door of a dank cellar and she was taking her first few steps into the light in a very long time as the sun burst within her and those fingers – and his cock prying her bottom hole apart with each massive impalement - drove her beyond anything she’d ever experienced, forcing her to loose a scream like she’d never issued before, long and high and throaty and absolutely mindless as her body convulsed around him, setting him off.  Her head nearly burst when she heard his answering groan of orgasmic ecstasy.

He sank on top of her – as much as he dared, not wanting to hurt her – as they both mindlessly panted and sighed for long moments, coming down from that mountainous height they’d attained together.

When she regained her senses, Sunny wanted desperately to get away from him, and began stirring, frantic to be rid of him for some unknown reason.  She only knew – like a wounded animal caught in a trap – that she had to
go
.  But there, too, she was subjected to his will, and he wasn’t of a mind to let her leave him, maybe forever.  It was all too easy for him to let himself fall away from her, disconnecting them, and then just contract his arms around her, pulling her into a spooning she didn’t want and actively tried to escape.