Free The Last Concubine by Catt Ford Page B

spot. Tingles of pleasure flowed from his entrance over his body, and he spread his legs to give Hüi greater access.
    Grinning, Hüi raised his head. “You like that, do you?” He stroked more firmly over the furled opening, gloating over the gasps of pleasure Lan could not hold inside.
    “Yes! Yes, I like it!” Lan panted. He moaned in disappointment when Hüi moved his hand and then his entire body, missing the intimate contact. He heard the sound of a drawer opening and then Hüi lay upon him once more.
    He startled at the feeling of a slick finger being pushed inside his nether opening and could not help letting out a small yelp of pain.
    Hüi kissed his throat. “This will hurt a little just at first. But when I take you, you will belong to me fully. You will be mine.”
    The feeling of the finger moving within him was strange, and yet Lan liked it after the initial shock. However, the feeling he’d experienced of wanting to do whatever would please this man who owned him—heart, body, and soul—would have made him agree even if it meant being split in two. “I am yours,” he assured Hüi. “I want to be yours.”
    Lan’s hips flew up and he arched off the bed as Hüi’s finger stroked over hidden pleasure deep within him. A startling burst of pleasure rippled outward, shaking him to his toes. He thought nothing could feel better, and then Hüi did it again.
    Lan knew Hüi was watching him, but he was lost in pleasure. He knew his eyes were unfocused and his mouth hung open, and he could only hope that Hüi enjoyed the sight. It was as if his lord had demanded not only possession of his body, but also the opening of his innermost soul, and he was powerless to resist.
    He felt his knees being pressed back to his chest and knew himself to be exposed and open to Hüi. His legs were lifted to Hüi’s broad shoulders, and he felt the fingers leave him empty and yearning to be filled, then the nudge of something large and blunt at his opening. His eyes flew open in protest, but Hüi bent his head to take his mouth in a deep kiss and smother any cry of pain.
    Lan moaned into the kiss as he felt the ring of muscle tighten and then yield under the assault of Hüi’s cock. It burned and hurt as Hüi slid his cock home in one smooth thrust. Lan’s muscles clenched helplessly, but now he knew what it meant to be a slave to another’s pleasure. He was helpless, impaled to the hilt, squirming under the weight of his master, unable to do anything about the giant intruder within.
    He looked up to catch Hüi watching him closely and realized his face was contorted with pain. He tried to smile to reassure the other man, but Hüi shook his head, smiling as he said, “We will wait. It will get better, I assure you. Let me know.”
    Lan felt his muscles begin to relax and the pain melted away, leaving him feeling pleasantly full. Experimentally, he reached down to feel where Hüi’s cock penetrated him, enjoying the tingles that radiated outward from his hole and the sensation of the firm shaft filling it.
    Then Hüi moved his hips, sliding his cock out of the narrow passage before gliding back in, and Lan ringed Hüi’s shaft with his fingers, with wonder feeling himself impaled. This time Lan felt it when Hüi’s cock massaged the walls of his passage, and pleasure blossomed within him.
    Once again Hüi withdrew and slid home, the movements of his hips getting faster as he thrust deeper. Lan let his legs slide off Hüi’s shoulders to wrap them around his waist, hanging on for dear life. Hüi lowered his body, trapping Lan’s rigid cock.
    Between the driving of the cock deep within and the rubbing of their bellies against his erection, Lan was transported upon the wings of rapture. Hüi was slamming into him now, their flesh making an occasional slapping sound on contact, drowning out Lan’s moans and gasps of pleasure.
    He squirmed and tried to reach his own cock, but Hüi slapped his hand away. “Not until I