I bent over but his view must not have been good enough.
My hands were on my thighs and my ass a couple feet from his face.
"Arch your back."
"Pull your ass apart."
I did as he asked without thinking and melted away.
Later I found myself on the floor; fibers from the rug pushing into the side of my face and my knees, his fingers in my ass, and him filling me up.
Pain existed but ceased to matter.
I was his, to be what he wanted, and yet, somehow, I think I ended up with the better deal...