Chapter 21 #2
I catch her chin in my hand as her tongue flicks over my head. “Fuck, Keely. You’re either lying about not being good at this or you’re one hell of a study.”
“I’m a quick study, sir.” She sucks me into her mouth in rapid hard pulls that make me grit my teeth against the urge to blow my load down her throat right here and now.
“You’re fucking stunning is what you are.
” I return to fucking her mouth in long, fast thrusts.
She holds steady like a champ and suction sounds fill the room.
My control frays, unspooling faster than I can hang on to it.
I squeeze my eyes shut to delay the inevitable, but it’s no use. “God, baby, I’m coming.”
She grunts her approval, and the vibration from the back of her throat flings me to the edge.
I open my eyes and she’s staring at me. The look in her eyes sharpens my pleasure with the added edge of fear.
It’s a look that says she sees me. All of me.
The dark and the darker. The mangled and the desperate.
She sees me. And she has me. If only for an instant, she has me.
A rough, wounded sound fills the room. A moment passes before I become aware that it’s my grunt, my precursor to release. Pleasure I have no right to floods every cell, radiates through me in a futile cleansing, which I clutch with both hands and greedily consume. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Keely!”
“Hmm,” she groans. Her eyes widen as I explode and gush into her waiting mouth.
The sight of her beautiful, flushed face and the hand working herself below triggers an even longer release.
My lungs empty on harsh pants, and I can barely stand as she takes everything I have to give and swallows every drop.
I tremble and brace myself as guilt roars back. The stench and strength of it nearly knocks me off my feet. I battle through it and loosen my grasp on Keely’s hair. My cock slips, wet and already wanting again, from between her swollen lips.
“Did I please you, sir?” she asks with a touch of smugness.
I stagger to the table and pick up her gift. “You did, kitten, which is why you get to open your gift before I fuck you.”
She looks up at me with a question in her eyes. “What is it?”
“Get up, go into the bedroom and lie face up on the bed. Then you can open it.”
The hand between her legs slows, then almost reluctantly leaves her slick wetness. She rises and sways for a second before she finds her feet. With her hair caught up and her neck bare, she’s a long, graceful creature I can’t look away from.
I follow her into the bedroom. When she kicks her shoes off and lies down, I place her gift on her stomach.
She looks from the box to me, uncertainty in her eyes. “I don’t really like sex toys.”
My gaze drops to the soaking wetness between her legs and my cock jerks to life once more. I kneel on the bed, grasp her knees and pull them apart to expose her pink flesh. “Can we agree that some things you believed you didn’t like before we met need reassessing?”
A blush creeps across her face, and she tries to close her legs. I spread her wider and nod at the box. With pursed lips, she pulls apart the ribbon tying the box and opens the lid.
She lifts and examines the curved, almost transparent device attached to twin-gartered loops with breathless curiosity. “I haven’t seen anything like this before,” she murmurs.
“That’s because it’s a prototype.” I lift her legs and place her feet on my chest. “You ready to put it on?”
“I don’t know. Am I?” she asks nervously.
I caress her calves until her legs start to fall open. “Do you trust me with your body?”
Her gaze catches mine, and she knows why I’ve framed the question that way. She can trust me with her body, but she won’t be wise to trust me with anything else. “Yes, sir.”
“Then put it on.”
A swallow moves her throat before she lifts one foot off my chest to tug the garter on. Once the second harness goes on, she tugs it until the large ladybug-shaped device rests on top of her pussy and frames her outer lips.
“It’s a perfect fit. Hold still for a sec, kitten.” I reach for the tiny button and flick it on.
She jerks off the bed, and her hands dive between her legs. “Oh, fuck !”
I capture her arms and stop her before she can pry my invention off. “No. Hold still,” I say again.
Her head thrashes on the pillow. “I can’t! Oh, God, it’s… it’s… Jesus, what the fuck is that?”
I press the device until it holds her tight. “Nothing but a little power-assisted suction. Relax. Let it do its work.”
“Relax? God, Mason, I feel as if…” Her face flames and she grimaces with reluctant, decadent pleasure.
I lean over her and nip the corner of her mouth. “You feel as if a thousand mouths are sucking your clit?” I whisper.
“Yes! How is it doing that?”
I smile. “Trade secret. I can tell you, but then I’ll have to fuck you until you forget.”
A dirty smile curves through her pleasure. “Aren’t you going to do that anyway?” She gasps through another wave of delight.
My mouth trails down her body, until I find a stiff nipple. I bite, then suckle, and I’m rewarded with a long, sexy purr. “I am, right after you thank me properly for my very thoughtful gift.”
“Thank you, sir,” she moans. Her fingers slide over my shoulders to fist the back of my head. The touch of unease that accompanies the subtle embrace threatens to unsettle me, but I push it away and concentrate on her pleasure. “Oh, God, that feels incredible.”
I position my cock beneath the device. Her wet heat beckons me. “Let’s make you feel even better, kitten.”
I ram inside her and glory in her scream. My position pushes the device firmer against her pussy, and the residual electricity reverberates through my pelvis.
“ Oh ,” she cries. Her whole body shakes, and I absorb each tremor, inside and out.
She tightens around me as I withdraw and push back in. Her tightness blows my mind, and I’m at once grateful for her months of abstinence and insanely jealous of any other man who’s come before me.
“Does it feel good, kitten?”
Her hips roll to meet my plunge and another moan erupts. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
“Do you want more?” I demand harshly, pushing hard enough to make her wince.
Still, she nods eagerly. “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”
A primitive roar fills my head and increases my thrusts.
She’s still not taking all of me, so I rear back and spread her wider and higher, until her knees touch her breasts.
She’s exposed completely, totally at my mercy, and power throbs from my balls to my brain.
I fuck her harder, faster, denying her nothing, while taking everything.
When her head bangs against the headboard, I pull her down and start over again.
“God, I can’t take anymore!” she cries.
“You can. Take it, baby. Take it and come for me.”
“Yes, please. Make me come, sir,” she pants.
I reach between her legs and flick the button to mid-setting.
She screams instantly and tightens around my cock. I lean over her and capture her thrashing head. “Open your eyes.”
Her lids pop open and her mouth gapes on a stunned, breathless O . She starts to unravel, and I glimpse a flash of fear and vulnerability as she cedes complete control to me.
“Mason,” she whispers, right before huge convulsions seize her.
Her pleasure detonates mine, and I grunt as my semen floods her. We stare deep into each other’s eyes, our gazes mirroring our lust-soiled turmoil.
I kiss her bruised mouth without disconnecting our gazes.
So I see when her wide-eyed stare whisper-screams: What did you do?
And I see my reply in her eyes: I just fucked your shredded soul.