Chapter 18
18
Emma
Holy handcuffs!
I’d never, in a million years, imagined a scene like this. Me… bent over a bed with my wrists cuffed behind my back. Getting spanked while I ground my pussy over a vibrator. It was… insane. Incredible.
Delicious.
Just hooking up with a hot cowboy at my door had been fantasy fulfillment enough. And sure, I knew people used toys and played games in the bedroom, but…whoa.
I’d been missing out.
I had no idea I could feel this way. This trembly and hot. Wanton and needy.
Ready to combust.
Johnny slapped one side of my ass, then the other, then rubbed away the sting. He paused, like he was waiting to see if I’d complain or tell him to stop.
I didn’t. I wanted more and wiggled my butt to tell him so.
He continued, repeating the pattern–one slap on each side then a rub. After a half dozen rounds, my ass smarted with a prickly heat.
Johnny stopped to rub longer. “You’re nice and pink now, baby. It’s so fucking pretty.”
God, I loved hearing how turned on he was by me. I’d never felt so sexual. So desirable. So beautiful.
It was like a lifetime deficit of self-confidence borne of being the quiet, mousy twin rinsed away every time he looked at me. Every time he praised me. Every time he said good girl . I never realized how attention starved I must’ve been before I met him.
No wonder I’d stayed toiling in a gruelling job without a scrap of appreciation. I was used to being passed by when it came to attention handouts. Even now with our parents, since Lyssa couldn’t hold down a steady job and seemed to put herself in constant danger, she sucked all their focus. The quiet, good girl daughter required no special parenting.
I heard the tear of plastic, and then Johnny pulled my ass cheeks apart. A dollop of something cold landed between them, right over my asshole .
I gasped at the sensation, squeezing my cheeks together.
“It’s time for your plug, beautiful.”
My plug. Eek! My anus contracted at the thought. Why had I picked it?
Johnny chuckled. “Don’t worry. This is a small one. I’m putting lube all over it, so it will slide right in. We’ll get you trained, so you can take my cock back there like a good girl.”
Trained! Oh!
Eek!
I felt the pressure of the rounded stainless steel head of the butt plug against my back hole. I sucked in my breath and held it.
“Long slow exhale, baby.”
I loved how confident Johnny was. He oozed capability-porn. A guy who projected that he knew what he was doing without being arrogant was such a turn-on.
“Yes, sir.” It excited me to say those words. Every time I did, my pussy clenched up tight. I followed his instructions and slowly blew out my breath.
He applied pressure to the plug.
I squeezed harder against the intrusion.
“Push back to let me in. Like you’re bearing down.”
I sucked in a quick breath, then slowly exhaled again, and pushed back. As soon as I did, the head of the plug breached my hole. I pushed more as he pressed it inside me. There was a brief moment of “too much,” but then it was seated.
I had the strangest sensation of holding it in my ass, the neck of the plug clenched by the tight ring of muscles that made up my sphincter.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well,” Johnny praised me, stroking his rough, calloused palm around my ass again. “Fuck, look how pretty that is.”
I whimpered, not because it didn’t feel good, but because I was beyond turned on now. I was losing my mind with all the sensations–the buzzing under my clit, my burning ass, and now this plug filling me.
“I’m gonna spank that pretty ass of yours with the plug in it, and then I’m gonna fuck you, baby.”
God, I nearly came from his dirty promises. As if he sensed it, he adopted a more stern tone. “Don’t come yet. Don’t come until I give you permission, baby. Understand?”
I nodded into the bedcovers. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, but at the same time he delivered a hard slap. It jostled the plug in my ass, sending a riot of sensation jolting through my body.
I cried out.
How would I not come?
I needed to come desperately.
So desperately I couldn’t stand it .
“Not yet. You don’t come until I do, Lyssa,” he said, forgetting that I didn’t want to be called that in bed.
While hearing her name gave me courage outside of bed, I hated hearing him say her name while we were intimate. I wanted him to be praising me. Emma. Not Lyssa. I didn’t want to pretend when we were having sex. I wanted it to be real.
Just the two of us. Without Lyssa in the room.
His slip-up was a blessing because it allowed me to get a thread of control, so I wouldn’t come. So I could wait until he gave me permission. Again, eek! Where did he even learn to be such a swoon worthy dom?
No, I didn’t want to know that, either. I already hated all his past and future girlfriends. Hated anyone who took his golden attention off me, Emma.
The twin who was making up for lost time.
Johnny spanked me–faster this time, without breaks in between to rub away the sting. He slapped my ass, right and left side over and over again as I squirmed and cried out. I was feverishly hot. My clit was getting raw from the vibrator, and my ass burned. The jiggling plug gave me a sense of fullness.
Finally, Johnny stopped and rubbed my ass. I heard the crinkle of more plastic–it must have been a condom wrapper.
He pulled the vibrator out from underneath me and turned it off. “Time for the real thing, baby. You ready to take my cock?”
He hadn’t been like this the day before. So extra bossy and dominant. Was it because we were at his place, and he was more comfortable? Was this us trusting each other enough to take sex to the next level?
“Yes,” I moaned. I’d been ready for at least an hour. Even with the plug filling my ass– especially with the plug filling my ass–my pussy felt so empty.
Johnny made a strange, animal-like growling sound as he rubbed the head of his cock through my folds.
Desperate–hungry for it–I pushed back, and he slid in.
“ Damn , baby. That’s so hot. You’re so wet for me right now.”
“Yes,” I groaned.
Oh God, I needed to come. With a desperation I’d never felt before.
“Please.”
He gripped my hips and pushed all the way in, his loins bumping the handle of the butt plug and jostling it in me even more than the spanking had.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I was dizzy with lust. Almost in tears with need.
“Please.”
His fingers tightened on my hips. I heard him drag his breath in across his teeth, like he was trying to hold back.
I didn’t want him to hold back.
I wanted more. I wanted it all.
He slid out and in slowly.
“Now, Johnny. More. Please.”
I was incoherently begging. He’d reduced me to babble.
He growled again and thrust in hard.
I cried out when the head of his cock bottomed out inside me. It was all too much. My asshole clenched around the neck of the plug. My pussy squeezed around the base of his cock. I was sweating and panting, my heart pounding with exertion, even though I’d been rendered immobile by the dominant lover behind me.
“Oh God,” I nearly wept.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot when you beg me like that.” He gripped my hips and pounded in and out of me.
I hollowed my back to take him deeper. Moaned and sobbed my desperation into the covers.
“Please, please, please, J. Johnny. J. I need this. I need it now. ” I looked over my shoulder, and what I saw didn’t make sense.
But then again, I was out of my mind with lust and need.
Johnny’s eyes seemed to glow amber, like an animal’s did at night. And I would have sworn, for a second, it looked like he had fangs.
“Take it, baby,” he growled. “Take my cock nice and deep. Take my cock with your ass spanked red and plugged.”
“Yes, yes!”
It was too late–I had to come. Waiting for his permission was an impossibility.
I screamed, losing control. My pussy squeezed around his cock, spasming in pulsing waves.
“Oh fuck, baby!”
It sounded like Johnny lost control, too. Like my orgasm made him come. He shoved in deep, his hips bucking against mine, his breath rasping and ragged.
“Oh fate. Oh shit. Whoa. Whoa… damn,” he chanted as he continued to buck.
I laugh-sobbed into the covers. “Oh my God,” I panted. “I think I just died.”