Chapter 6
6
QUIN
The coolness of the smooth massager flirted with my rim and hole.
“Don’t tease,” I whispered, rocking up to meet the toy.
Matt chuckled, and his low tone made me shiver. He lubed the toy before easing it in, then tugged it out until only the tip spread me open. The vibrations began in my ass, and I squeezed around the prostate massager while he played with me, moaning into a kiss as Matt devoured my mouth. I gasped as he slid the toy in deep and it nudged firmly against the best spot in the world.
My insides were melting into a puddle of liquid gold while each of my muscles was taut to the point that I was shaking and sweating. I’d never been pulled in so many directions at once. My cock quivered from root to tip as I rolled my hips, and the massager pressed firmly on my P-spot.
“Daddy!” The only thing I registered was Matt’s smoldering dark eyes. He leaned back to stare down at me hungrily, and my ab muscles contracted. Somehow, even though it ached, it was so fucking good.
With a smug grin, he tapped the massager, and the vibrations increased. The hair on my arms stood up and my nipples hardened until they were a distraction. Groaning, I tugged on the cuffs and rocked my hips. My cock smacked my abs and left wet kisses there. My precum was a hot river leaking onto my skin. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to do anymore. I didn’t really want to escape, but my hands flexed.
“Daddy, jerk me off, please!” I couldn’t drag enough breath into my lungs and thrashed.
“No, I love this. You’re going to let your husband take care of you all night long. And as my wife, you’re going to trust me to make you feel good.” He slid his fingertip around my cockhead, and I rattled the cuffs again, going out of my mind.
“I can’t take much more of this,” I sobbed.
Matt stared directly into my eyes and pinched my right nipple.
I hissed.
“You know what?” He scratched his chin, and my stomach twisted in a strange way. A delicious, delirious sensation was taking over my body. I was going crazy. “I saw something else that might be fun in that trunk,” he said with a grin, then leaned down and sucked hard on my right nipple.
Keening, I bucked my hips, needing anything—just a little more of something—to finish myself off. I couldn’t think. I planted my heels on the bed and jutted my hips, shifting the toy just right against my prostate, but the steady vibrations were maddeningly not enough.
“Oh, that’s fucking beautiful, Baby Girl,” he said, then slid a finger up the underside of my cock. He tweaked that spot right below the head with two fingers, and my asshole unintentionally squeezed hard around the toy.
“Please, please, Daddy,” I shouted, not able to moderate my tone anymore. “Please!”
He chuckled and got off the bed.
Huffing, I glared after him but couldn’t stop wriggling around. I tried so hard to fuck myself on the prostate massager, but I couldn’t finish.
When he came back, I had no idea what the hell was in his hands. They weren’t something I’d ever seen. They were pink and shaped like suction cups with tiny blunt plastic teeth in them, and there seemed to be a remote. He spit in one before pushing up my bralette and gently situating it over my left nipple. I gasped as he pressed the bud flat. Then, he did the same to the right one. I frowned and stared at my chest, no longer totally fixated on what was happening in my ass.
“You’re going to scream for your husband tonight,” he said, brown eyes sparkling with evil joy. He licked around the right cup before tugging lightly on the bralette with his teeth as he tapped the button on the small white remote. I was stunned when the pink things over my nipples began to vibrate. It wasn’t quite the same as having his mouth on me because it wasn’t warm, but it was fucking relentless, especially with the toy in my ass. My cockhead pulsed at the bizarre—yet definitely amazing—sensation.
Moaning, I tossed my head on the pillow.
Strands of hair got in my mouth, and he carefully brushed them away, leaving me to soak in all the tingles ripping apart my sanity. He urged me over, twisting the chain on the cuffs a bit, until I was on my knees with my ass in the air, resting on my elbows. My cock swung free, and I was able to work my hips better this way.
Had I ever been this hard?
Tears dripped off my cheeks as I sobbed, but I didn’t care. I was one sensation away from going out of my mind.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, voice hoarse.
“What color are we at?” he asked, stroking a hand down my back. He stared at me like I was the most remarkable thing he’d ever seen, and somehow that made my cock throb even more. Precum leaked from the tip, distracting me from the question. It was such a bizarre thrill to feel the thick drop fall off.
“Baby Girl, what color are we at?” he asked, slapping my ass hard.
It took me a few seconds to remember what colors were. “Green,” I gasped out as he tapped the massager. The toy stopped, but then he nudged it again, and I almost came as stronger vibrations powered through my body. I curled forward, but he put a hand on my abs and lifted my ass into the air again. My cock swayed and pulsed. If I could just rut against the bed for a microsecond, I would come.
“Very nice,” he murmured, and I flushed. I’d never felt more owned by him. How did he make me feel like I was here purely for his pleasure while he was doing these things to me? He picked up the wand massager and turned it on, and I gasped, pulling at the cuffs.
“I can’t,” I sobbed. “I just can’t.”
“Oh, you can, Baby Girl, I promise.” He kissed my temple.
For a second, he was doing something out of my line of sight, but then he moved, and I saw him slather lube onto the wand head. I didn’t even remember where he’d gotten the slick. I would’ve believed a magical gnome had hand delivered it from Sex Land at this point. I was that far gone. He shifted behind me and rested his thick cock on my ass.
“Want it, Daddy. Need it,” I said through gritted teeth, yanking on the cuffs.
He hummed. I was stunned when his slick cock tapped at my asshole. I glanced over my shoulder, and he slid the wand massager under me and along my shaft. It was like getting shocked by lightning. I basically left my body to float around on a cloud.
A pleased hum swirled in my ear as he started to stretch me with a slick finger beside the massager in my ass, which was enough of a distraction that I didn’t careen over the edge. I had no idea how long the tease went on. Each time I thought I was going to shoot right into the abyss of getting off, he would stretch me slightly past the point of comfort. Eventually, I had the prostate massager in my ass along with four of his fingers.
He flexed his fingertips, and I moaned and tugged on the cuffs.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” I licked my lips, and they were salty from my tears.
“Ruining you, Baby Girl,” he growled.
My vision grayed out, but somehow, I didn’t come. He pushed on the massager, disturbing its angle, and I was so full. I groaned as the vibrations got worse—harsher. I gritted my teeth while my cock twitched.
Damn, damn, damn . I was going to spill. I whined when he removed his fingers, but then cried out as his cock—dripping with lube—began to work its way into me.
Everything was too much.
My nipples were so hard they hurt, and each time the toy rippled, my cockhead pulsed. The extra stretch was blowing my mind, shredding my sanity. When Matt was fully seated inside me, the endless barrage on my prostate had me screeching. He was so big that he was jamming the toy directly into my prostate and vibrating my soul.
“Are you going to . . . ?”
Hell yes, he began to fuck me. I yelled as he did something, and the vibrations got even worse. How many settings did this thing have?
“Color?” he growled out.
“Fuck, Daddy! Fuck! Green!” My voice was ragged, and I’d been yelling and crying so hard I was gasping for air.
He moaned and fucked me, slow, sensuous. I tried to thrust back against him, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he held my hips still and slid in and out of me so cautiously I was going to die.
“Daddy, please.” I stopped making words and just started sobbing. It was so fucking good that I was going to erupt into a puff of smoke and disappear into the pleasure. He picked up speed, and the massager pressed on my spot each time he rocked in.
“Shit, this is tight. Fuck!” Matt gained momentum all at once—his control must’ve snapped—and the wand massager slipped from his hand. He drove me down against the bed, and I landed on the jiggling toy. I stiffened. Couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t even squeak. I was in too much shock with him fucking the massager in my ass against my prostate, plus I’d landed right on the wand . My cockhead was being vibrated, directly on the tip. I sucked air and couldn’t open my eyes.
He fucked faster, harder . “You’re all mine, Baby Girl.” His words were cut off by a moan that caressed my ear, and I’d never heard him sound that way, as if he was going to fall completely apart.
“Matt! Matt, I’m going to come,” I whispered around a sob.
He growled and sucked a kiss on my neck, all hot lips, and then he sank his teeth in, and I knew he was bruising me. Leaving a mark so his brother would know I was taken.
I was his .
Wordlessly, I yelled as I came, shoved over the edge so hard by all the toys and his cock that my ab muscles clenched and ached, and my balls were going to twist inside out. It was so good it was nearly bad.
Matt roared and shoved in deep, and I sobbed at the overstimulation and extra stretch. I twitched and whined, and another wave of soul crushing pleasure spiraled through my stomach as the massager buzzed away on my cock and the other one continued to pulsate in my ass.
My eyes wouldn’t open. Was I dead? No, my heart thundered in my ears as I convulsed.
After a floaty time in outer space, I registered Matt and the massager slipping out of my ass, and then he rolled me on my side and slid the wand away. It continued to buzz somewhere nearby like flies on a lazy summer day. The cuffs were undone, and there was murmuring, something constant and low. After a while, the words resolved into a gentle patter that made sense.
“I love you, Baby Girl. Baby Girl? Lovebug? Quin? Shit, are you okay?”
“Green,” I mumbled.
He let out a harsh breath and gathered me tight to his chest, and I chuckled. The suction on my nipples stopped as he popped the cups off. My nipples ached in a good way that had me gasping as he massaged them.
“I forgive you.”
Matt chuckled and kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled in close while he held me. I was covered in cum and spit and lube, but I didn’t care. This was exactly where I wanted to be—forever and always.
“You’re my world, Princess,” he murmured in my ear. “I don’t ever want to think about life without you in it.”
“Aw.” I raised my face for a kiss, and Matt indulged me. His beard tickled my lips and he ran a gentle hand up and down my back. Truth be told, I was still irritated that he’d called my integrity into question, but if this was the way he apologized when we had a real fight, I would take it.