Chapter 8
Eight
DARIA
Vic. Vicente. This fucking man. I’m trembling, legs liquified. Only his hands and the obstacle he’s pinned me against hold me up, and I love it. I love not knowing what to say or think as he promises there’s more to come. All I know is I don’t want it to stop. I want him inside of me.
Mercy is not a word he knows. My clit pulses, overly sensitive, but he doesn’t turn the toy off, only lowers the vibrations. The electric buzz rolls over me. Chest shaking, I inhale as he slowly glides his fingers out of me, leaving me aching.
“I need you to hold the toy. Can you do that?”
I shake my head. “It’s too much.”
Turning off the toy, he moves his mouth to the shell of my ear, and I shudder at how good his breath feels against my skin. “Do you remember your safe word?”
I nod.
He waits.
I press my lips together, refusing to tap out. I can handle a little more teasing, can’t I? Especially if it means more orgasms like the one he just gave me.
“You’ll tell me if you want to stop, right?”
“Yes,” I say quickly.
“Good.” The buzz of the toy fills the dark room, and he presses it back to my clit.
As my hips jerk, he grabs one of my hands, guiding it down to the toy and showing me exactly how he wants me to hold it.
“Perfect, that’s perfect,” he murmurs, almost in admiration.
My chest swells, and as silly as it might seem, I’ll do anything to hear that praise again. I want him to be proud of me.
At the sound of his clothes falling to the floor, my core clenches, needy and more than ready. I want to see him. Craning my neck, I glance behind me, only making out the hard outline of his body in the dark.
A damn shame. I bet he’s gorgeous naked.
He steps forward until I can feel his cock teasing my backside. I wet my lips. Holy. Big. Dicks. His hands come around my shoulders, pressing that leather collar against my skin—the little heart shape centered right in the middle of my neck—and clasping it.
“That’s for being a good girl.”
My heart melts at his words. His hands slip into my bra, extracting the lube and butt plug. Uncapping the lube, he holds it to my nose. “Inhale.”
I do. Lavender. A scent so familiar, I suck in a sharp breath.
He stiffens behind me. “You don’t like the scent?”
If only he knew. “I fucking. Love it,” I confess on a pant, the clit teaser making it hard to do anything but tremble. It’s only scented lube, but it’s enough for me to pretend like this is real and not just a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Exhaling in—relief?—he says, “Good.” The dull glow from the strips on the floor and the hanging spotlight reflects off the liquid as he squeezes a generous amount onto the toy right in front of me, almost like he wants me to see what he has in store for me.
That’s going inside of my ass.
Fuck me.
He closes the lube and drops it onto the floor at my feet, tracing one finger down my spine. “Has anyone ever played with this beautiful ass before?”
“No.” My clit pulses and I whimper.
“Don’t move your hand,” he warns.
“Oh god,” I moan as my toes start to tingle.
“Take a breath for me, little doe.”
I do as he says, stiffening when he spreads my ass cheeks and nudges the toy against my hole. The anticipation for what he’s about to do overrides the impending orgasm, and everything fades away until all I can feel is his callused hand holding me open.
“You’ll have to relax for me. Breathe out.”
The air trembles out of my mouth.
“Again,” he demands.
I suck in a deep breath and exhale once more.
“Remember this moment. Remember who took you first,” he says as the slick and narrow plug begins to press inside of my tightness.
I’m so happy he grabbed the smallest one because this is almost too much. But I can take it. I can do this. Sucking in another lungful of air, I focus on trying to relax as best I can with the teaser fucking with my head.
The lube makes it so the plug could easily glide inside of me, but Vic is careful, giving me time to accommodate to the intrusion by slowly pushing it in, whispering praises and running the thumb of the hand holding me over my ass cheek, soothing and encouraging me all at the same time.
Vibrations roll over my clit, and an embarrassing sound slips out of me, something between begging for mercy and moaning for more.
“That’s it,” he says. “Almost done.” Then he settles the plug inside of me. It’s strange, and I almost want to reach back and rip it out, but his teeth clamp down on my ass, hard enough to distract me from that thought.
“Shit,” I cry.
Straightening behind me, Vic drapes his body over mine, bracing his hands on the obstacle and kissing my shoulder. His thick length rests against my ass, and he rocks his hips, so it drags over my skin. Gooseflesh chases the movement of every kiss he leaves on my skin.
“Turn it up.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me,” he says, tone hard and demanding. “Do as you’re told, and you’ll be rewarded.”
My chest trembles, but I move my thumb to the bottom of the teaser and press the button. As the vibrations ramp up, I curse, struggling to keep the toy in place. Vic’s chest rumbles in approval at my back, and I shudder.
He’s enjoying this far too much.
Maybe, so am I. Sensations roll over me. Vibrations, fullness, his cock against my skin, too far away from where I want it.
“Please,” I whisper as the teaser forces me to the edge. I’m about to come, but that’s not all I want. I want to feel him inside of me. My thighs are soaked with slick, more than ready for whatever he has to give.
The lavender perfume of lube hangs in the air, strong enough for me to pretend like it’s my scent.
Vic drags his lips over my shoulder, until he finds the crevice at the side of my throat, and he teases his tongue over the spot he bit. I’m going to have a bruise in the morning, but I’m not sure I give a damn.
“Vic,” I gasp as a full body tremble rolls over me. “Please.”
“Please what, little doe?”
“Please fuck me, please,” I beg.
He hums, hands sliding up my arms and moving to my bra. He grabs the clamps and the silicone knot, then sets them on the obstacle holding me up before undoing the clasp at my back. He shoves the bra straps down my arms, freeing my breasts, and moves my hands for me.
My nipples are so hard, and his fingers immediately find them, pinching and rolling them before he cups my tits with both hands. My double Ds are too much for his full palm, but he’s not complaining.
“These are perfect,” he says, tugging at my nipples. “The nipple clamps are adjustable, so they won’t hurt as bad as a binder.” He grabs the clamps and puts them on. His lips brush over my shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
They’re tight, and there’s a small burst of pain, though it fades to a dull ache, sort of like the plug. The right amount to distract me from the clit teaser, but not enough to make me want to take them off.
“Perfect,” I rasp.
Vic’s cock slides away from my body as he bends to retrieve the lube. He squeezes it onto the knot ring, holding it up in front of my face, so I can smell and see what he’s preparing for me. I greedily inhale the imitation of my true scent, and I swear I hear him do the same.
Or maybe I simply want to imagine him savoring mine.
My body tightens, pleasure rolling over every inch of my skin as the cursed toy steals my sanity again.
“You’re on birth control?”
And suddenly, with more force than I’m ready for, an orgasm crashes into me.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I sag, but Vic catches me, using one hand at my throat to hold me up. His fingers brush over the collar, almost reverently, and I shudder again.
Behind me, he fits the knot ring over his length.
“Was that a yes to my question?”
Contraception isn’t required, but it is highly encouraged. I’ve been on the pill since my heats started, and everyone at the club has to show proof of not having any sexually transmitted diseases.
He wants me bare.
And damn if I don’t want that as much as him.
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Please fuck me,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
“I got you.” He nudges my ankles apart, spreading me. I tip my hips, and he hums in approval, guiding his tip to my center. When he pauses, I look back to find him staring between our bodies, almost like he’s memorizing this moment. I sense his gaze lifting to mine.
Then he thrusts in a few inches. He’s so thick, I release a soft hiss.
“God fucking dammit,” he growls as I stretch to accommodate him. “You feel so fucking good.” Then he sinks all the way inside of me, and I moan as the knot ring fills me even more. There’s so much slick, helping my muscles relax and take everything he’s offering.
“You’re soaked for me, little doe.” He rears back and thrusts in again, spearing into me so hard, he steals the air from my lungs. The fingers at my throat graze over the collar, stroking the soft leather.
“I’m yours,” I gasp, somehow knowing that saying it will drive him wild.
“That’s fucking right,” he growls, pressing his lips to my neck once again. “This pussy is mine. This ass, these tits, and this fucking mouth.” His fingers part my lips, and I moan around them, eagerly sucking him, desperately wanting him to enjoy this as much as I am because he’s giving me more than I ever thought I’d get.
He slams into me over and over, hitting that spot deep inside of me, pleasure ricocheting through my body until all I know is everything he’s done to me. The plug in my ass makes it so I can feel the thrusts there. The clamps tug at my nipples, offering little tastes of pain to edge off the overwhelming pleasure. The clit teaser is merely a bonus teasing that I’m not sure I even need.
His mouth finds the spot he bit once again, and he rolls his tongue over my skin before sucking, tasting me as I suck his fingers and let him have everything he wants. “Turn it up,” he whispers against my neck, thrusting deep and staying there, the knot ring locking us together.
I press the button and immediately cry out around his fingers, overstimulated beyond belief but in the best of ways. I’m full in every sense. He’s marked me with a bruising bite. I’m soaking. I’m trembling. I’m at his mercy. I’m his, I’m his, I’m his.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He moans, thrusting deep into me.
But I do. If it’s anything like what he’s doing to me, I know damn well how he feels, and it’s fucking amazing. Life changing. Sex will never be the same.
Vic inhales at the base of my throat, trying to scent me again, and even though there’s no way he can, the act alone is enough to push me to the point of no return.
He bites next to the spot he’s already claimed, marking me in the only way that’s allowed right now, and my heart stops beating. Everything fades away—the dark room, the obstacle pressing against my hips, the music from the club—disappearing until the only things left are the two of us.
Desperate to come.
Needy and aching.
My body thrums, pleasure riding me hard. There’s no gentle buildup. No coaxing. Everything Vic is doing to me launches me over the edge, ensuring I have no choice but to plummet into nirvana. As my mouth drops open on a cry, his still wet fingers slide down to my throat, wrapping around it and the collar he placed there as he roars, the hot threads of his cum hitting my G-spot.
“Yessssss,” tumbles from my lips, and I drop the clit teaser, arching my hips to take every drop he has to offer deep inside of me.
“Fuuuck,” he groans against my throat, thrusting a little more, edging deeper as he pants behind me, his lips brushing over my skin. One of his arms is banded around my torso, holding me up because my muscles are liquified, and breathing is the only thing I can manage. His cock jerks, and as another tiny spurt of cum sprays inside of me, I gasp at the warm heat soaking my walls.
The toy vibrates on the mat at our feet, but he doesn’t chastise me for stopping before he told me to. Thank fuck for that because I don’t think I could handle any more.
“This is where I want to stay,” he whispers against my neck. “With you wrapped around me.”
“Mmm,” I say, momentarily incapable of speaking.
His chest and abs are pressed against my back, and he feels so good. So strong...and safe. Which is crazy—I don’t even know him—but the way he holds me, it’s like he’s offering me a haven. That hopeless romantic I’ve spent the last year trying to bury rears her head.
It’s only for the night.
It doesn’t matter that this was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had or that he did things I never realized I wanted—we’re not here for love.
“Should we...” What? What do I want to say? Should we shake hands and part ways? Should we clean up? Should we finish?
He reaches for the clamps and removes them.
“Oh,” I whisper as my nipples tingle with relief.
“You can’t go yet,” he tells me.
“Says who?”
A little growl of displeasure fills the space between us, and I shiver, biting back a smile. “I’ll take it easy on you because it’s your first time, little doe, but you’re not getting rid of me until we finish our aftercare.” One of his big hands smooths over my ass. “The plug will stay until we get somewhere we can clean up.” He swats my cheek and I jerk forward.
Instead of letting his cock slide out with the movement, Vic follows me, hips thrusting hard into me again and shocking another moan from me seconds before his fingers slip between my body and the obstacle. Sliding over my clit, Vic caresses the spot.
“I can’t,” I lie. I can. It’s almost too much, but for him, I’ll take it.
And the devil behind me knows it because he simply chuckles and works harder, thrusting again as he slaps my pussy before deftly finding the bundle of nerves and sending me over the edge again. My fingers bite into the hard, foamy material of the obstacle as a full-body tremble takes over, and I scream.
His hips slam into me again and my cunt pulses in response. Then his fingers slide away. Holding himself deep inside of me, he sucks the digits clean with a pleased hum.
“That’s for dropping the clit teaser,” he whispers into my ear.
As if on cue, the toy rattles against my foot, reminding me that I did, in fact, break one of his rules.
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s all right, little doe, you’ll learn to listen.” When he slides out of me, it’s like a critical piece of me is ripped from my body.
I mourn the loss of him harder than I should, given that we’ve only been together once. For some reason, tears prick at the edges of my eyes, and I suck in a shaky breath, trembling for another reason entirely. Almost like I’m crashing from a crazy high.
Spinning me around, Vic wraps his arms around me and tucks my head against his chest, stroking one hand up and down my spine.
“What’s happening?” I ask, voice trembling.
“This is why you shouldn’t leave right after,” he murmurs. “Both of us might crash, and it’s important we take the time to take care of each other.”
“That’s . . .” Too intimate. Too much.
Gliding his hands up the back of my neck, he tips my head so I’m staring up at him. With the limited light, I can only make out the vague features of his beautiful face. “Let me take care of you.” His lips brush over mine. “I need this as much as you do.” He gently sucks on my bottom lip, and I sigh, melting into his hold as a single tear slides down my cheek.
What the fuck?
Why am I crying?
God, this is embarrassing, but Vic runs his tongue over my cheek, hiding the evidence. Then he kisses me, parting my lips and stealing my shaky breaths. He breaks away and strokes my jaw. “Will you let me take care of you?”
Let the tattooed god continue to lavish me with attention?
As much as I’m out of my element, I think I can get on board with that, especially since I feel like I’m headed toward some sort of breakdown. The crash. It’s not a fucking joke.
“I’ll grab our stuff.” He edges away, waiting to make sure I can stand on my own two feet before quickly grabbing everything. As the heat from his body seeps away, my chest tightens, an uncomfortable feeling weighing me down. The plug is still inside of me, and the collar is still around my throat when he takes my hand and leads me to the back of the room and toward an exit I didn’t even notice when I was focused on hiding.
My stomach clenches. “I’m not wearing clothes.”
“The private room is attached to this one.” He pushes the door open and guides me through. The space is like a small studio apartment without the kitchen. There’s a bathroom on the left, and a full-size bed sits prominently in the middle, fresh sheets and blankets covering it. Two lamps with low-wattage bulbs sit on top of the tables on either side of the bed. There’s a small basket of snacks and a few bottles of water.
Vic sets our things in a chair and tugs me into the bathroom, leading me to a full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to the shower.
I gasp. “Oh my god.” My neck is covered in hickeys, and my nipples are even a little bruised from the clamps. My lips are bright red, and I look like...I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked.
“Gorgeous,” he tells me, turning to search my face. “Do you want to shower?”
“Um. No. Not yet.”
His eyes flare with approval, and a little smirk tugs at the edges of his lips as he closes the small distance between us, running both of his hands down my back and over my ass.
I hum in approval.
“I like the way you feel in my arms.” Then he takes the plug out of my ass.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, and he bites back a laugh.
“I’ll clean this. You go get into bed.”
“You’re kind of bossy,” I tell him, finding little pieces of myself once again.
“And you’re kind of bratty. Get in bed before I decide you can take another orgasm or four.”
My lips seal together, and I rush from the room. His knowing laugh chases me into the bed. I glare at the bathroom door, ignoring the smile that’s breaking across my face.
This is the strangest and the best night of my life.
I’m snuggled under the blanket by the time he comes out of the bathroom, still naked. I have no shame hungrily drinking in every inch of skin I can see. God, his thighs are so thick, and his cock hangs heavy between his legs. Is he hard again? As Vic prowls toward the bed, my gaze jumps to his, noticing unmistakable heat and hunger in the depths of his irises.
He crawls on top of me, pinning the blanket against my body with his knees on either side of my hips and bracing his hands on either side of my head. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to want more, and I don’t think you’re really ready for that.”
If you give a dom an orgasm, he’s going to want another.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him with a shrug. “I like to look at pretty things.”
A ripple of something—shock or uncertainty—quickly flashes over his face, but it’s there and gone before I can even begin to understand it. You shouldn’t want to try and understand him that intimately. He’s just a playmate.
He lowers his face until his mouth hovers over mine. “And you’re perfect.” His kiss is chaste and over too soon. He drops onto the bed beside me and slips under the blanket, grabbing me and dragging me toward him.
I roll so we’re face to face, biting my lip as he guides one of my legs over his hips and wraps his arms around me. Once he has me, the tightness in my chest fades, and I release a long exhale.
We stare at each other for a moment, his eyes straying over my skin where he left his marks, eyebrows knitting together.
“Did I hurt you?”