Chapter 29 #2
In the bed, she had him stretch out, his poor reddened cock standing straight as a flagpole. “You want me to climb on, don’t you?” she asked, smearing the pre-cum on the head.
Oh, the joys of having the control in her hands, to have the fun of teasing and taunting the guard dog.
And how she loved him. Unable to resist, she bent to take his lips. He gave to her so freely, even as his hands rubbed her shoulders, stroked her arms, fondled her breasts.
When she lifted her head, his glowing eyes were the color of old amber. “More, please.”
“Don’t worry, my tiger. I’m going to give you more.” She opened her bedside table. The first thing to come out was the lube.
He tensed slightly.
“I have a desire to possess all of my domain.” She chose a toy he hadn’t experienced before. It formed a long curve, made up of a combination of cock and ball rings that terminated in an anal plug.
Tonight, as their previous behaviors were being altered, she needed to prove to herself that here in bed, he was happy as her submissive. “Bend your knees, Benjamin.”
She loved the rush of color into his face, the conflict in his gaze.
She could almost read the battles going on in his mind.
He hated having anything in his ass, even as he craved how powerfully he got off with anal play.
And the act of being penetrated was both humiliating— which he hated—and submissive, which he desired.
But when it came down to it, he’d do as she requested because he was hers. He loved to please her. Did he have any idea how much she felt the same?
He hadn’t moved. “Bend.” Gripping his cock, she tugged a warning.
His muscled legs lifted.
“Very good.” Smiling, she applied cool lube to his asshole in preparation. Then she started attaching the device. Modified to her specifications—with him in mind—the stretchy ring fastened around the base of his cock.
His shaft seemed to enjoy the attention.
Farther down the curve was the adjustable ring that wrapped around high on his ball sac, forcing his heavy testicles downward. Preventing them from drawing up against his groin. His gaze was on her face, so hot, so intent…with a lovely edge of worry.
The front half of the device was for the cock and balls. The rest of the arc was all about the prostate and made of firmer material.
Right after the ball ring was a vibrating bump that would press against the taint—the outer prostate area located between his balls and anus.
He made a faint sound when the vibrations hit there.
And for the grand finale… With a wicked smile, she slowly eased the anal plug in. Longer than two inches, the rounded end was perfectly designed to stimulate the prostate from the inside.
“Fuck.” His head lifted from the bed, the cords in his neck straining.
Perfect. If a cock could be considered similar to a clitoris, she figured the prostate was much like a woman’s G-spot.
“Please tell me you’re planning to climb on and ride,” he gritted.
“Soon, guard dog, soon.” She’d like nothing better.
But if she could get him off without ejaculating, he’d be able to come again. Multiple orgasms for her tiger—it seemed the least she could do.
First, she’d rev him up a bit further.
She pumped some lotion from the bottle on the bedside stand and rubbed it into her arms. “A woman should keep her skin moisturized for the enjoyment of her man.”
His eyes on her were hot enough to sear.
Another pump. She lotioned her shoulders.
“Seems as if the man should help out—since all that soft skin is for him,” he offered.
“That does sound logical,” she agreed amiably.
“Yes.” He tried to sit up and froze as everything she’d put on him pulled and tugged. With a growl, he continued out of the bed, moving carefully.
Excitement simmered within her as she looked at him. His body was tense from head to toes, already well stimulated. He certainly wasn’t thinking of anything except the moment…and her.
She took his place on the bed and opened her legs, letting him kneel between them. His hands were huge and hot, the lotion disconcertingly cool as he stroked it down over her front before returning to concentrate on her nipples.
And another gift of pregnancy, she was not only slightly larger, but also very sensitive. He grinned when she squirmed under his usual pressure, then lightened his touch. “I get the impression you’re as turned on as I am, Mistress.”
His hair brushed her breasts as he spread the lotion over her stomach, following with kisses.
He reached her mound.
Oh. Yes.
His tongue found her clit, circled. When he started to use his fingers, she ordered, “Tongue and lips only, please,” and gripped his hair to enforce her will.
The vibration of his laugh teased her nerve endings. He ran his tongue over her clit, wiggled it against the sides, descended to circle and probe her entrance, then returned to suck lightly.
His hips rocked slightly as the stimulation to his prostate began to provoke a reaction.
When his hand moved toward his cock, she laughed. “Take hold of me, please.”
With a huff of surprise, he snatched his hand away. Brow furrowed with concentration, he gripped her hips and gave her his full attention. Sucking and licking. Such a beautifully hot tongue—and he was uncannily clever at reading her reactions.
Because he loved her.
And God, she loved him. Her hand stroked his head before she fisted his hair again, making him laugh.
Heat grew inside her, the gathering of pressure focused high and in her clit, tightening, tightening.
As it did, she could feel his grip on her hips become painful as his own climax approached.
And then he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked, flickering his tongue over the top between each vigorous pull. The ribbons of sensation flowing through her system gathered into a tight, colorful ball. More…
Between one breath and another, she exploded, her core pulsing and sending bright streams of pleasure surging outward.
His breath was hot on her pussy, the whine of his own approaching climax almost audible, as she clasped his hair. “Benjamin, look at me.”
His head lifted, his eyes dark with lust.
She held his gaze, fingertips of one hand stroking his cheek.
The scent of her cinnamon lotion, of her juices, filled him with every breath. Her hand in his hair clamped down almost painfully as she stroked his face sweetly.
And that fucking thing she’d put on him hummed and vibrated against an incredibly sensitive place on his groin.
Her clear blue-gray eyes were the most beautiful eyes in the universe, all framed by those thick, dark lashes, and she watched him as the pressure built at the base of his spine and in his cock and low inside him, somewhere deep in his core. Tighter and tighter.
He stared into her eyes, unable to look away, held by her hand, her voice, her eyes.
“Come, Benjamin,” she said softly. “Let it happen.”
And fuck, fuck, fuck, it did. The climax was nothing he’d ever felt before, shaking his body, an impossible brilliant orgasm that somehow happened without him shooting his wad.
His back arched, pulling his hair against her grip. And then it was over. His heart was hammering, fit to destroy him.
Her gaze dropped to his groin.
She smiled. “Let’s see if you can still perform, guard dog.”
Seriously? He looked down. His impossibly erect dick was straining toward her. He pulled in a breath. The fucking vibrations were still hitting him and each time he moved, the rings on his cock and his balls tugged and dragged like squeezing fingers.
Perform. Her pussy was wet and slick, and her legs were open and…
She was going to kill him dead.
He lifted his gaze to see if she realized what would happen if she let him loose to…
Her eyes were soft and the look in them hit his heart like a Ma Deuce round, knocking him back, filling his chest as her love went singing through every cell in his body.
“I love you,” he grated.
Her eyes filled with tears, shocking him, terrifying him.
“Anne.”
And then she’d blinked them away. “I love you, too. But if you don’t take me right now, I’ll still beat your ass.”
“Now there’s the Mistress I adore,” he muttered—and sheathed himself in her wet heat with one forceful thrust.
She gasped.
A second later, his cock felt as if it’d been submerged in a boiling tub of sheer fucking pleasure.
“Fuuuuck!” His roar echoed off the walls. Her and that damned abrasive bath mitt. He fought for control as the vibrating devil’s device started bringing him back up.
And she was laughing.
Sweat slicked his chest and back. His entire lower half was one massive, exposed nerve. His dick burned with each movement in her incredibly tight, hot cunt—and all he could think about was how much he’d missed her husky laugh.
He grinned at her and palmed her breasts. How could anything be so soft and firm at the same time? “You’re an evil Mistress.”
Every laugh contracted her cunt around him. “Move, Benjamin,” she suggested.
“Fucking happy to oblige.” He planted an arm beside her shoulder and lifted her ass with his other hand, surging in even deeper.
Her right leg wrapped around his waist, her left around his hips, and her arms clasped his shoulders.
He felt surrounded with her scent, her strength, her body.
“Let go, my tiger,” she whispered. “I don’t break.”
He knew that. No matter what life handed her, she didn’t break.
She’d be beside him as they moved forward, supporting him as he guarded her in turn. Yeah, they were going to make it.
Growling, he held her hips to him and pulled out, pressed in. God, the feeling of wet heat was too fucking much. With a low groan, he totally lost control, hammering into her, hard and fast.
As his cock swelled further, the ring at the base grew tighter, keeping the pressure inside him rising and rising. Jesus, he needed to come. The other ring pulled his balls downward. The thing in his ass zinged with every movement, the vibrations behind his junk kept shifting with every thrust.
Fuck.