Mixed feelings

The sight of the butter brings back a excited rush of memories of the scene you just watched, as well as a flood of fear as what Mr. Thornhaven means by it. And behind both feelings is a fluttering excitement in your belly, a wet warmth growing in your pussy.

"Where is Mrs. Thornhaven?" you ask with a quavering voice.

He smiles again, and it's like the smile of a wolf. "At the hotel. I came back to pick up something I forgot. And to get a surprise."

You flush deeper with humiliation, looking up at him, afraid to move, even to continue getting dressed.

He reaches a hand out, stroking your cheek. You gasp softly at his touch, the thrill of it deepening your excitement. Your breathing deepens, your ripe breasts quivering, your pierced nipples stiff and hard as you wait, not taking your eyes off him.

He moves his hand to your shoulder, gripping it firmly and pushing you onto your belly on the couch as you whimper softly, your anxiety matched by your growing excitement. Holding you in place with one hand he unwraps the butter with the other, digging two fingers into it.

"Mr. Thornhaven..." you whimper softly, squirming in his strong grip then suddenly stiffening in alarm. "Oh God! OH GOD! MR. THORNHAVEN!" you squeal as his fingers press into your tight rosebud, pushing the butter into you.

"Oh God I can't!" you protest as he greases your ass, stretching and lubing you with his strong fingers, holding your flailing legs down with his knees.

"Oh yes you can," he growls as his fingers probe your writhing body.

"Please...not my ass...please..." you beg. "I don't like it there...please..." You can feel your body responding to his power and control, squirming in his grip your excitement flaming as he has his way with you. "Please....fuck my pussy...please...Mr. Thornhaven, please...not my ass, Oh God not my ass!"

His fingers leave your tight pucker,and you gasp in relief until you hear the hiss of his zipper. Looking back you can see him freeing his thick cock, already straining and hard. In your fearful and excited state it looks immense, and while you yearn for it to fill your pussy, you dread the thought of it impaling your ass.

"Please Mr. Thornhaven...fuck my tight pussy...I need it...please..." you moan, wriggling your hips at him.

"You're going to get what you deserve," he growls, straddling your thighs, and gripping the cheeks of your rump, spreading them apart.

"Oh God No! Please! Don't!" you squeal as you feel the head of his cock press against your buttered rosebud. As he starts to impale you, you squirm and struggle helplessly, your hands clenching the couch cushions tightly as you plead.

His cock pushes slowly and relentlessly into you, stretching and filling you as you squirm and beg him to stop. With a final grunting thrust he buries his entire length in your guts, letting you feel his hard throbbing meat possess you.

"That's a good girl,"he growls. "A good girl to take it all."

"Please take it out! Oh God I can't! I can't! Take it out! Oh God take it out!" you beg, looking over your shoulder at his ruthless face.

He doesn't speak. His only answer is to start thrusting into your helpless ass, fucking you with long steady strokes as you whine and cry.

Despite the pain of being sodomized, your body is responding with burning excitement, your mind thrilling with the knowledge of being owned and used by a powerful man. You raise your hips to let him penetrate you more deeply, even as you continue to whimper and beg him stop.

He starts to fuck you faster, grunting as he thrusts, his hands squeezing your helpless flesh. You writhe and beg beneath him, surrendering to his power, embracing the thickness of his meat stretching your tight ass.

"Oh God you're going to make me come! You're going to make me come!" you whine and buck against him as his impaling cock pushes you closer and closer to the edge of release. "Oh God Fuck My Ass! Oh God Don't Stop Fucking My Ass! I'll Die If You Stop Fucking My Ass!" you squeal as you orgasm builds, your body shuddering with need and desire.

"FUCK!" he groans deeply, clutching your flesh and driving his pulsing cock completely into your ass. You feel him spurting inside you, filling your guts, the sensation triggering your own convulsive spasms, grinding yourself against him as you scream incoherent joy into the couch cushions.