Chapter 20 Party #3
Davidson’s eyes glowed like hot coals. His cock speared my throat over and over, and I felt light-headed, but so happy. I’d managed to sit on the toy, and my Master would be pleased with me.
Fisting my hair, he pulled my head back. He stroked himself roughly, his cockhead rubbing over my parted lips, and then he groaned. Hot splashes of cum covered my lips and cheeks, and another streak landed across my nose.
He didn’t tell me to lick and swallow so I didn’t, even though I was eager for a taste.
When he was done, he let go of his shaft and pushed a fingertip through the cum coating my upper lip.
Then he covered my face with his palm and rubbed.
He smeared the cum everywhere, over my cheeks, jaw, my chin, my open mouth; some of it got into my nose.
My scalp prickled where he held me by my hair.
He tapped my cheek with his fingers. Not quite a slap, but almost. My eyes fluttered with pleasure at the idea of him slapping me across the face with his cum-stained hand.
He must have seen the desire in my expression because he slapped me hard enough to make my cheek sting. The other side, a little harder.
And all this time, I kept my mouth open, his cum still on my tongue.
“You’re a mess, omega. You have cum all over your face.”
One more slap, cum spattering. I moaned, my eyes closing. God, why did I like this so much? I’d always been sick in the head. But there was nothing wrong with it when Davidson did it. There was nothing wrong with me.
I was okay.
He shoved three fingers into my mouth, rubbing the cum around, and slapped me again.
“Swallow.”
I did.
He traced his fingers along my cheek, over where the skin prickled. And one more slap. My groin throbbed.
“What are you?”
Memories of our first night together resurfaced.
“My Master’s hole.”
“What kind of hole?”
“I’m wet and stretched wide. Good for fucking. Sloppy, horny hole.”
Putting his fingers back into my mouth, he hummed.
“If only all the nice people from the party could see you now, huh?”
If they knew how I felt, they’d envy me. Davidson made me fly, and I felt free, high on life.
He presented me his stained palm. “Clean it up.”
I licked his hand like a dog, and he loosened his grip on my hair, massaging my scalp gently.
When he stepped away, I felt instantly bereft.
He walked around the stool, and I heard the mattress creak. He must have sat on the bed behind me.
“You’re almost to the hilt, omega. Good boy.”
As if I could have forgotten about the violent invasion in my body. He was right. I was fully seated now, my ass cheeks resting on the stool, the toy deep in me. My rim had loosened, slick easing the way.
“Fuck yourself. Slowly. I want to see your ass swallow that thing.”
Grunting, I tried to lift. The position made it difficult, but I could rise a couple of inches. I began sliding up and down, acutely aware of the brutal stretch.
“We need to get you ready, omega. Only a big hole can take a dragon’s knot.”
The thought of a knotting made me moan and press down onto the toy. The terrible shape was unsatisfying, but knowing Davidson was watching my ass take it was so arousing I could have come on it anyway.
“That’s it. Sit down hard and stay.”
I plonked down, my ass yielding even more.
“Prop your feet on the cross bars.”
Oh God. I lifted my feet onto the slats that connected the wooden legs. Now I felt hard wood on the fragile skin around my gaping hole while the sharp tip of the toy dug deep into my gut. I couldn’t get it any deeper.
“Such a good hole. Stay like this, and I’ll reward you.”
He knelt in front of me and nuzzled my throat.
“Don’t come.” The warning in his voice made me shiver.
He closed his mouth over my nipple and began sucking while he pinched the other one.
Trying to be quiet was a lost battle. I moaned on each pull and cried out whenever I felt the milk trickle out in a stronger stream.
Every suck felt like a stroke over my cock, and suddenly, I didn’t mind the odd shape of the toy in me.
My chest tingled with delicious pleasure, and my stretched rim ached in the best way.
The stool got slick under my ass, and I clutched at the seat desperately, trying to hold myself in the awkward position.
The nursing went on for ages. Davidson kept the sucks deep and slow, letting me feel each drop of milk leaving my body. His loud gulps and suckling noises sounded obscene.
The pointed tip of the dildo poked around in my loosening guts, awfully close to the mouth to my womb, and I wondered if I could find the right angle for it to spear the closed entrance.
I didn’t realize I was wiggling on the cone until my Master gripped my hips to still me.
He switched to the other nipple, and I was almost sobbing. My cock throbbed, and my balls drew up.
I wouldn’t last.
Gritting my teeth, I tried to hold it, but Davidson growled into my chest. My poor nipples. I felt like a living fountain. A hard sucking pull, reaching deep into my pectoral, and the milk squirted out of me. So much milk.
Keening, I lost it.
The orgasm drowned me, making my whole body twitch and shake. Davidson sucked painfully hard before letting go with a pop.
My cock was still spurting cum when he smacked it.
The pain was like lightning into my abdomen, driving my pleasure higher. I yelled, and my erection twitched, more cum bubbling out.
“You greedy slut,” my Master thundered and delivered another perfectly aimed smack to my jerking erection.
I wailed, shaking. I didn’t know if I was in pain or still coming. Probably both.
He lifted me with a firm grip on my upper arm. My ass made an ugly smacking sound when he pulled me off the toy.
“Kneel, facing the bed.”
I had zero coordination, but he hovered close. On wobbly legs and with my arms by my sides, I knelt. The white sheets in front of my face were fresh, and I stared at them blindly, disoriented. My body gaped open.
I heard him pluck the toy from the stool.
“Bend over.”
Legs spread, ass up, I sank onto the mattress with my chest, and Davidson worked the toy back into me, to the base. It didn’t even feel weird anymore.
But then he pulled another item out of the canvas bag and showed it to me.
A big leather paddle.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you deserve it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now, if it hurts too much, you’ll tell me and I’ll spank you instead.”
He didn’t ask a question, so I remained quiet.
Gripping the base of the toy, he pushed it in and out a few times, stroking my back with the paddle.
I was ready. No fear, no nervousness. I’d relinquished my body to my Master with complete trust.
When he struck my ass with the paddle, the blow reverberated through my bones, a burst of energy rushing up my spine. Fuck, I was going to love this.
He kept aiming at the base of the cone. It slid out a little between blows, and he shoved it back in with each hit. My rim was getting the workout of a lifetime.
“I told you not to come. Why did you disobey?”
He pushed on the base of the toy with the paddle, and I groaned.
“It felt too good,” I bit out. “I couldn’t hold it in. You make me feel so good, Master.”
“You’re a depraved nympho, that’s why.”
He let the toy plop out, and my hole yawned open, stretched as much as it had ever been. He delivered more blows with the paddle, covering my ass from all angles until I was hot all over, my mind drifting.
The paddle dropped to the floor, and suddenly, my hole was full.
It must have been four fingers, two from each hand. When he pulled them apart, I let out a garbled, animalistic howl.
It didn’t hurt. But God, it felt wrong. So wrong.
“Breathe!”
Panting, I tried to relax my muscles. He kept pulling, unrelenting, and I breathed through it. Then he began moving his fingers around, massaging my inner walls, before pulling some more.
“You’ll need a bigger hole, omega. This is not good enough. How are you going to take my knot with such a tiny fuckhole, huh?”
This time, it hurt, and I welcomed the pain. My high-pitched cry ricocheted off the walls.
“Breathe,” Davidson said. He didn’t lessen the pressure, not one bit. I pulled air into my lungs and pushed it out. It felt like an eternity, but ever so slowly, the pain dissolved into sweet pleasure. Oh yeah. That was sick. So good.
“That’s it. Good boy. Such a good boy. If you could see yourself now. Your hole is almost three inches wide. You’re a good omega. So brave and so beautiful.”
He rotated his fingers, rubbing my inner walls, and I relaxed into it.
“You’re amazing. Your ass is red all over from the paddle. Such a pretty piece of tenderized meat.”
With that, he bit my ass cheek. Then the other. I knew better than to laugh, even if he was funny. Only Davidson could make a silly joke in the middle of an intense scene. He was still pulling on my rim, but I was too far gone to feel any pain.
“What a gorgeous gape.”
The pressure in me changed. Instead of four firm points gliding around the rim, bulky hardness pressed inside slowly, pumping a little. What was he doing?
But I trusted him.
“Big, beautiful hole. Stretched so wide. You’re going to give birth with it, you know. We need to make it huge. Good omega. That’s it. Breathe, baby.”
His voice was so tender suddenly. Too tender.
Oh God.
Oh my fucking God!
Knuckles. Hard, bulky knuckles.
He pumped, and I felt like a fucking crater. But it didn’t hurt.
“Breathe.”
I did.
My head empty, I lay there, my body as open as it ever had been, while he did unspeakable things back there, pushing, pulling, burrowing into me. I made horrendous, garbled sounds, panting and puffing, and he stretched me and stretched until my ass felt disconnected from my body.
He put his hand inside me.
His entire ginormous hand.
The relief was indescribable. My rim relaxed from the terrible stretch, clamping down on to warm flesh, and my hole felt amazingly full.
“Your rim is around my wrist, Leo,” he whispered reverently.
I was trembling, overwhelmed, and fiercely aroused.
His fist. I have my Master’s fist in my gut. He can kill me with a snap of his fingers.
The most tender kisses covered my ass cheeks, and he gently moved his hand, not more than half-an-inch.
“This is how my knot will feel when I breed you.”
A guttural groan tore out of my throat, and I rocked back. The firm thrust of his hand sent sparkles through my torso.
“Make yourself come, my omega,” he said. “I’ll hold my hand still.”
It didn’t take long. Rocking on his fist, I felt full to bursting, and it was so fucking good. His hard knuckles rubbed my inner walls, and then his fingertips must have brushed the mouth to my womb because I lost my short battle.
I came screaming, impaling myself on his hand so wildly he had to grip my hip.
“Shh. Don’t hurt yourself.”
As I was twitching with aftershocks, he slowly pulled his hand out. The wide stretch felt surreal, like he was turning me inside out. But then came the yawning emptiness.
“Master?” I mumbled, confused. I didn’t want to be empty.
“I got you, love. I got you.”
I barely knew how, but I ended up on the bed, on my back, my legs folded to my chest. His cock moved in and out of my stretched hole, and his tongue invaded my mouth.
I melted into him, mindless and happy. His cock comforted me, satisfying me on a soul-deep level; the length massaged my battered flesh, and the tip made love to the sealed channel to my womb.
It was even more sensitive today. Had it sunk lower already?
It must have. I was barely one day away from the first heat wave.
The fucking was leisurely and so gentle my eyes teared up. Davidson kissed me all the time, caressing me all over, and when I came, he watched with the most tender smile on his face.
“Look at you. Your beauty hurts, love.”
I lost count of how many times he made me come after that.
By the time he spilled inside me, I was barely conscious.
He stayed in me for a long time, just gently stirring our connection until he softened.
When he pulled out, I was so relaxed from the waist down I couldn’t move my legs. It felt glorious.
How come I wasn’t sore? He’d just fisted me, then fucked me for what felt like an hour straight, and I wasn’t in heat yet. But I wasn’t in pain, not even a little, only sleepy and deliciously sated, the skin on my ass hot and raw in the best way.
After wiping my crease with a wet towel, he gathered me to his chest. I lay over him, straddling his hips, and he massaged me from my thighs all the way to my neck. My muscles felt like wet rags, my bones gooey.
“Thank you,” I slurred.
“You can sleep, darling. Rest.”
“Davidson…” What did I want to say?
“Yes, love?”
“I want to belong to you, all of me, all the time.”
“You do belong to me, Leo. You’re all mine. Your stunning face, your smile, your perfect body. Mine. Everything. To the last drop of milk coming out of you.”
His words sounded strange, like I was dreaming half of them. “Good,” I murmured. “Okay.”
“I love you, Leo. Sweet dreams, my darling.”