Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Morgan
Naked, feet in the stirrups of the chair, butt resting on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide apart, Morgan squirmed as the vibrator hummed away inside her.
Master Asad had decided not to remove the toy or the little rings on her nipples.
The erect buds were standing at attention, dark pink against the black bands at their base.
She’d been surprised he wasn’t clamping them until she realized it was likely because he wanted all of her focus to be on the hand stretching open her pussy.
Which was not reassuring.
Neither was the sound of the glove snapping.
She lifted her head, scowling at him over the length of her naked body. Naked other than the gloves he’d just put on, he grinned back at her.
“You made that sound on purpose,” she accused. The chains of the restraints on her wrists rattled as she jerked on them. “It’s not a necessary part of putting on the gloves.”
He laughed, his grin widening. “Correct, but it is fun.”
Picking up the lube, he squirted a generous amount onto his right palm, then put the bottle down so he could begin rubbing it all over his hand. Morgan’s breath hitched in her throat. Her pussy spasmed, and she moaned, shuddering as her body clenched around the vibrator.
The low humming level wasn’t going to get her off, especially since he hadn’t turned on the clit suction and restrained her legs far enough apart that she couldn’t squeeze it closer to her body. Instead, it was another long, massive tease while he prepared to fist her.
She shuddered again.
Then moaned when she felt him tug on the base of the vibrator, sliding it out of her soaked pussy with a wet sound that made him hum with approval. She could hear the soft thud as it was placed on the tray beside him.
“Good girl.” The plug followed a moment later before also being deposited on the tray, leaving her feeling so empty… but not for long. Slick fingers pressed at her pussy, stroking then pushing in easily, thanks to the lube and her own arousal. “Now, do your best to relax.”
Easy for him to say.
Actually, it wasn’t that difficult as he began fingering her, using his other hand to make slow circles with his thumb around her swollen clit while his palm pressed down on her mound to hold her in place.
He started with two fingers and quickly added a third once he realized there was no resistance.
It felt so good.
So full.
The pressure on her mound increased her pleasure, though her swollen clit was aching to actually be touched.
“More, please,” she begged. She needed to get off. The long tease was driving her wild. Every part of her skin felt more acutely sensitive the longer it went on—her poor clit felt as if it was going to explode, and her nipples were throbbing on her chest in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
“Well, if you insist.” His dark, sadistic chuckle as he began to push four fingers into her sent shivers up her spine. “Does it hurt yet, baby?”
“Yes and no.” She moaned as he moved his hand a little more roughly, sinking all four digits in up to the knuckles. “Oh fuck… Sir…”
“That’s it, Red. Take my hand. This part might be a little more difficult.”
Morgan whined, her hips trying to move upward as more of his hand began to slide inside her.
She couldn’t see his hand, but she knew how it was done.
His thumb would be folding into his palm, making his hand into a kind of spear that he was now trying to push the thickest part of into her body.
With his other hand pressing down on her mound, she couldn’t move away or even lift her hips as he began pushing in.
She was so wet, she could hear the squishing sounds as she was stretched open, the slippery lube and her juices combining to help ease his passage. Not that it made it easy. Morgan whimpered, shuddering, yanking at the cuffs around her wrists as she tried to writhe in place.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” Asad crooned, his dark eyes glowing with approval. “Just a little more.”
Her cry when he pushed his whole hand inside her echoed around the room. The knuckles and thumb had been the hardest part, and now she was so full, she could barely breathe.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…”
“That’s it, good girl. It’s so fucking hot, seeing my hand inside you up to the wrist. Now I’m going to make a fist. It might feel weird.”
“Fuck!”
Weird wasn’t the word for it. Morgan didn’t have the words to describe the sensations as his fingers moved inside her, curling into a fist. It felt like a ripple in her stomach, utterly foreign, not entirely pleasant, yet not painful, either.
Then he was there, impossibly thick, filling her entire channel… and he began to move.
“Oh!” She uttered a short scream as his arm pulled back, then pushed forward, deeper inside her. It was too much. Her thoughts short-circuited. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It was heaven and hell and everything in-between. Her muscles spasmed around the moving fist and arm.
“That’s it, baby. You’ve got my whole hand inside you. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Master Asad’s praise was even hotter. She couldn’t respond. She couldn’t think. She could barely breathe.
“Such a good girl. I love you, Morgan.”
The words didn’t fully register, then she lost all semblance of sense as he began to rub his thumb against her clit as he fucked her with his fist. Ecstasy exploded through her, throwing her into the air and sending her into freefall as she screamed from the sheer, overwhelming exhilaration.
Her body felt as though it was levitating, lifting into the air from the force of her climax. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but drown in the sensations crashing over her until her vision went dark.
Asad
He would admit to slight panic when Morgan went still for a moment. Thankfully, she hitched her breath and opened her eyes a moment later. Pleasure overload. He’d seen it before, though never when he had his whole hand inside someone.
“Good girl,” he murmured, carefully unclenching his fist, so he could slide his hand free.
It took several long moments to complete the process, and she shuddered as he pulled his hand away, her body going limp with relief at the absence.
Her pussy gaped open, and the sight was so fucking hot, he wrapped his fingers around his cock.
The glove felt a little odd, but knowing that he was holding himself in the fist that had just been inside her was such a fucking turn-on. He was so pent up, it only took a few strokes of his hand before he was groaning and spraying his cum over her lower body.
“Fuck…”
That hadn’t been his intention, but he’d gotten himself too worked up. And there was something so satisfying about seeing his cum decorating her skin, another way of claiming her as his own. If nothing else, he felt sure she was never going to forget this night.
“Fuck,” she agreed with a soft sigh, her eyelashes fluttering. “That was… intense.”
“But good?” he couldn’t help asking, running his hands over her legs and giving her muscles a little massage on his way to release her ankles from the restraints.
“Very good. I don’t know that I’d want to do it very often, though.” Morgan shivered.
Moving around the table, he rolled the rings off of her nipples and uncuffed her wrists before pulling her into his arms, as if she was the heroine on the cover of an old school romance novel, so he could carry her to the bath.
“As a special occasion treat, it’s a good choice.”
“Noted.” But she wasn’t saying anything about what he really wanted to know. “Um. So. Did you hear me? When I said I loved you.”
She looked at him in surprise. Maybe she hadn’t heard him.
“Yes, but I didn’t think it counted.”
“Why wouldn’t it count?” He frowned as he shouldered open the door to the bedroom, turning to the side so he could carry her through without banging her head on the frame.
“I don’t think it counts if you say it while you’re having sex. Sometimes, it just slips out or something, and the guy doesn’t actually mean it, so it doesn’t count.”
Ah, okay. He saw where she was coming from, and that was a thing that people really did say. For good reason. However…
“I had my hand inside you, not my dick. It counts. That’s when I intended to say it.”
“It is? Why?” Morgan blinked owlishly at him.
He shrugged as they went into the bathroom.
Setting her down next to the tub gave him a minute to think, but the truth was, he wasn’t sure.
He’d been thinking that it was an intimate moment, a way to show her how much he appreciated her trust, trying to be emotionally vulnerable while she was so physically vulnerable…
All of that sounded really silly now and not like anything he wanted to say out loud. He stared at the water as it poured into the tub.
“Asad.” Morgan touched his arm. “I love you, too.”
Green eyes met his, and he felt the tension in his shoulders melt away.
“Sorry I kinda fucked it up the first time. I’ll do better the second.” Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, she was smiling.
“I think it was perfect for the first time… for our first time. Because we’re not perfect. We’re a little messy and a little different, but we’re in it together. And that’s what matters.”
He liked that.
Good thing she felt that way, too, because the second time he said it was when he was balls deep in her ass thirty minutes later, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t actually the perfect time, either.
But it was perfect for them.