Chapter Four

“Do you remember our first night together?”

I was still pissed off at Connor and had been pointedly ignoring him as he drove down the freeway toward Patterson Island, so his sudden question startled me. I turned my head to look over at him.

“You mean the night you royally screwed up and pissed me off by thinking you’d satisfied me, and I walked out on you? You mean that first night together? I vaguely recall it.” I smirked at him before I turned back around to look out the window again.

Connor, the ass, just laughed at me. “Yeah, that night. I bet you remember much more of that night. Like how I detailed all the dirty things I wanted to do to you, including watching you fuck yourself with a dildo while I fucked your ass. Is it coming back to you a little more clearly now?”

I swallowed hard at his description because I actually could recall those exact words. And holy fucking hell, my pussy just got soaked. Son of a bitch. Connor knew every single button to press to turn me on. Even when I was mad at him.

I paused before answering because I couldn’t not respond. Not with the huskiness in his voice as though he was picturing that exact thing happening. “Um, maybe a little more clearly, yes, Sir.” I kicked myself for caving. But that tone had me instantly obeying.

“Good, because that’s so happening this weekend,” he said with a self-satisfied grin.

Unconsciously, I whimpered out loud. Not because I was scared, but because fuck if I wasn’t dying for it now that he’d said it. I was a sucker for ass play, and Connor knew it. He only had to rim my asshole, and I was putty in his hard, calloused hands.

Knowing he had me hot and bothered, Connor didn’t speak again for the rest of the short trip. Of course, I couldn’t get the picture out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t even notice we’d pulled into the bed-and-breakfast until Connor shut the SUV off.

“We’re here, baby,” was all he said before exiting the vehicle. Clumsily, I let myself out and stood there for a moment until I knew my now weak knees could hold me. Trying to maintain my composure, I circled to the back of the SUV to help grab a bag, but Connor had beat me to it. Instead, I could only follow him as we entered the front door.

A lovely elderly couple greeted us. After checking us in, the husband directed us to our tiny cottage at the back of the property. He told us it used to be the pool house before they converted it into a small apartment. He made sure there was nothing else we needed before leaving us alone.

I looked around the place, taking in the quaintness of it. I froze when I felt Connor move in behind me. He swept the hair off my back and draped it over my shoulder, placing soft kisses along my ear and neck, nuzzling that one tiny spot he knew sent chills down my arms. I tilted my head to give him better access. Slowly, he began removing my clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor before taking his own off.

“You can remain pissed off at me. But I’m telling you, right now, I won’t be gentle this first time. I can’t,” Connor said before proceeding to bite my ear. “I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard.”

Despite the shiver that coursed through me, I trembled with anticipation. His words filled an aching emptiness inside me. A craving I was dying to have fulfilled. My growing masochist side ached for Connor’s sadistic side. I wanted it hard. Needed it hard. Exactly the way he’d described.

“Whatever pleases you, Sir. I’m yours to use however you see fit,” I choked out in arousal.

“On your back on the bed, now.” Connor punctuated his words with a hard smack on my ass.

I hustled across the room and threw back the covers, positioning myself as he instructed. I watched as he grabbed his toy bag and began to rummage through it. Within moments, he found exactly what he was looking for as he pulled out my favorite dildo and a bottle of lube.

He stalked over to the bed, his powerful frame more graceful than one would think. My eyes drank in the sight of my husband. His scarred chest still made my heart ache for the abused child he’d been, but it also made me proud of how strong he’d been to overcome his past. While I couldn’t see it at the moment, I pictured clearly the horrific burn scars down his entire back. The rippled, shiny skin that only further illustrated Connor’s strength.

He stood at the foot of the bed and handed me the dildo. “Fuck yourself.”

I’d been wet from the second he brushed my hair over my shoulder, and his fingers stroked my skin. His words and actions since then only served to make me even wetter. Knowing he was watching my every move, I pulled my knees as far up toward my chest as I could before reaching between my legs to rub the dildo back and forth between my lower lips, wetting it with my juice.

Teasingly, I entered just the tip inside my pussy before pulling it back out. I positioned it at my entrance again, this time pushing it in just a little farther. I kept up the teasing, only entering my cunt by inches each time, until at last, the entire length of the dildo was firmly seated inside me. I closed my eyes, and then I started fucking myself with it.

“You are so fucking hot, baby.” Connor’s voice dropped an octave and sent a shiver down my spine.

I sent him a cat-ate-the-canary smile because I knew just how turned on he was. A small noise caught my attention. I peeked through one eye and groaned when I saw that Connor was coating his cock in lube. He palmed his shaft and rubbed it up and down, spreading the slick liquid over his velvet-covered steel. Once it was sufficiently lubed up, he reached out his wet finger and massaged circles around my asshole. They say payback is a bitch. It became entirely clear how true that statement was when he began to tease me like I’d teased him.

Connor dipped just the tip of his digit into my back passage before pulling it out and rubbing along my taint before returning to my unclaimed hole. He circled the entrance again, this time pushing his finger in a little deeper. On and on, he continued the torture until, finally, his entire finger breached my ass. With aching slowness, he fucked me with his finger in tandem to the dildo I hadn’t stopped thrusting inside me.

When I pushed the silicone in, he’d pull his finger out and vice versa. He coordinated the dance for a few thrusts before, on the next pass, he added two fingers. Then three. He pistoned his digits in and out of me. The dual sensation of being filled in my pussy and ass had me coming in no time.

“Don’t stop,” Connor commanded as he lined his cock up with my asshole. Before I could even breathe in, he thrust his hard dick all the way to the hilt and gripped my hips hard as he held himself in place. Even still, I continued fucking myself, because he’d commanded it. Just when I thought he’d never start moving, he pulled back and then thrust. Hard. So hard I slid upward in the bed.

Connor began a punishing, almost painful, rhythm. But the pain was oh so sweet. He braced his hands on my shoulders, and as he thrust upward, he pulled my body downward. He bent down and bit my nipples, pulling them hard in his teeth as I screamed out. He fucked me so roughly that I gave up being able to match his tempo. I couldn’t let go of the dildo though. I could only keep my hand on it, as with each upward thrust, his pelvis would push the dildo deeper inside me at the same time his cock reached farther, so I was filled at the same time with both hard lengths.

The fullness was so intense, and I needed to orgasm more than I needed air. I moved my hand slightly upward and began to fiercely rub my clit until my climax peaked, and I went flying. Even still, Connor didn’t stop. He fucked and fucked me until I ached from head to toe.

“No more,” I called out as I bucked and thrashed under his ruthless assault, my head tossing from side to side, fingers clutching the bedcovering.

“You can take more, Bridget,” was his response. “Just one more, baby.”

“I can’t. It hurts. Please.” My voice was scratchy from my screams.

Connor’s command was sharp. “You will take a final one, sub.”

As though unable to deny my Dom anything, the painful pleasure of another orgasm spread through me. Connor’s roar of satisfaction sounded in my ear as he thrust his cock so deep inside me I couldn’t stop the scream from escaping my throat, and blackness filled my vision.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to, Connor was in the middle of cleaning me with a warm rag. He took the cloth back into the bathroom before returning and climbing into the bed next to me and pulling me into his hard chest and tossing the sheet over us.

“I think you broke my dick, baby,” Connor whined as he held me tight.

I snorted with laughter. “I’ll ask Santa to bring you another one.”

He pouted before answering. “I’m going to need it before then.”

I patted his chest in mock sympathy. “Maybe he’ll bring it early.”

He nodded. “Let’s hope. Now, rest for a bit just in case he grants our wish.”

I cuddled closer to my husband and slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the dirty and delicious things Connor had planned over the next day and a half.