Chapter 64
Curled up in my bed, I wait, anticipation rides me.
He’s coming.
I glance at my watch. I’m shaved, leaving my legs soft and smooth. I washed my hair, applying that honeysuckle oil he likes. Since he saw my obsession with him on clear display five days ago, there’s been this fervor between us, this need to gorge ourselves on each other.
The memory of him coming all over my paintings and held me through the aftermath of my orgasm, I was intrigued by the sight of his real semen covering the drawings of him ejaculating.
The thought of his cum drying on the vellum was delicious.
Even now, they are drying in my closet, and I’m going to keep those stains. The stains are now part of the art.
A flashback of him carrying me to my bed, laying me down and cleaning my fingers, wiping away the charcoal on my fingers comes to the forefront of my mind.
When he opened my legs and slowly kissed my inner thigh and then my pussy, licking and sucking charcoal and cum from between my legs, he looked at me and said something I didn’t expect from him.
“Don’t you ever stop drawing. Don’t ever stop creating. Everything you do is a masterpiece and it deserves to be shown.”
His words soothed something inside me. Knowing that he appreciated my art, respected my abilities made tears leak out of my eyes. And when he slipped inside me, holding my face as he fucked me, staring into my eyes, I fell even harder for the surly biker, who is fucking me in secret.
A few days ago, when Jace came to visit, I didn’t reveal what I’ve been doing with his friend.
Jace has no idea that the man he warned me away from, fucked my brains out on the very stairs he climbed to get to my apartment.
My brother had no idea that I greedily await the moment the same man who just tattooed his skin comes upstairs.
That I was shaking, ready for his friend’s hands to be all over my body.
Jace looked around my apartment, and it felt like a test, like he was expecting to find evidence of Stone.
I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I wasn’t interested in another argument with my brother.
Not when I had plans. Plans that included orgasms. So I didn’t let him bait me, but used my acting skills and talked about my art, my gallery, Sophia, and the baby.
I acted as if I was just having a quiet night in my apartment; meanwhile, fully aware that Stone was just below me.
I knew Stone wouldn’t come up to my apartment while Jace was here.
And frankly I resented Jace’s interference.
Who I fucked was none of Jace’s business.
And tonight is no different. My hypothalamus is in overdrive.
Neurotransmitters are sending more dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin through my body.
My endocrine glands have sent out hormones.
Extra blood flow centers in my pelvis and cervix.
My cervix is probably already raised, ready to meet the tip of Stone’s dick, making it easier for his sperm to enter my uterus.
My pussy is definitely swollen, my walls are lubricated, preparing for his dick.
My body knows what was going to happen the moment Stone knocks on my door with his commanding presence.
My legs shift on my bed, restless. I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I’ve had in my entire relationship with Reed, and I’ve never craved sex like this.
Craved a complicated man who makes me rethink everything.
He’s killed. He’s maimed in the name of his club.
Everything about him screams stay the fuck away.
But none of it matters when I’m with him.
I don’t know what it’s like not to be with him.
To not have that jeweled dick in my mouth, my pussy, and hopefully soon my ass.
The first time I tried using the butt plug, I grew frustrated with myself, unable to find a comfortable position to push it inside me.
I put it in my pussy, fucking myself with it like a dildo, and then I tried it in my ass, but I was too nervous and unsure.
As of last night, I’ve worked up to the middle plug with Stone’s help.
Right after he fucked me, he pushed it in my pussy, still swollen and sore from having sex with him moments before.
I protested, thinking he wanted to have sex again.
The man is insatiable, ready to go minutes after filling me with his cum.
My mind goes back to last night when I lay panting on my side.
The sensation of cold metal made me look back at him over my shoulder, and he was trailing the second plug over my hips.
The sight of it both filled me with a thrill and the thread of horror that he wanted to have sex again after I had just come moments before.
“I can’t have sex again, Stone,” I groaned, swatting at his hand as I buried my sweaty face in my sheets.
He kissed my shoulder and grazed his teeth along my skin. “No more sex. Just practice. I want your ass, Camryn. It’s been weeks since my knife was inside you. I’m ready for it to be my cock.”
His crooning voice was near my ear, weaving a spell. I pushed my ass back, his beguiling seduction already making me rethink the ‘no more sex’ statement.
“Hold open your ass for me.”
I reached down, and behind me, parting my ass, pulling one cheek open, revealing myself to him. I held myself still, wanting him to enjoy my compliance. I could feel my anus gaping open, feel his stare at my offering.
“Wider.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
I adjusted my body and did as he ordered, pulling harder with one hand, digging my nails into the muscles of my ass, stretching myself wider.
I fisted the sheet with my other hand. The skin of my sphincter was tearing, stinging from the force I was using.
I could feel his stare, and my pussy tingled.
“That’s it, Countess,” He purred. “Show me what’s mine.”
“It’s yours. Please, Stone.”
“Please what?”
“Put it inside. Fuck me.”
“You said no more sex remember.”
“I don’t care,” I begged. And I didn’t care. I should. But Stone offers me something I’ve never had before. The freedom to lean into the wanton side of myself. The wicked.
He spat loudly, and I felt the gob of his saliva sliding down.
I squirmed when he smoothed it around over and over, alternating the pressure.
Soft. Hard. Soft. Hard. My other hand snuck down to my nipples, pulling at one bud, liking the pinch.
Warm skin changed to cool metal when he replaced his finger with the butt plug, touching me quickly before he removed it.
“Please. Push it in. I want it.”
“Where do you want it?”
“In my ass.”
Seconds later, I heard the cap of the lube he brought me click open. “Keep your ass open, baby. So brown and pretty.” He squirted the cool gel, and I sighed when he went back, swirling it around.
“It feels so good when you do it.”
“Does it? You’ve been such a bad girl haven’t you? I can tell you’ve been practicing with the smaller one haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I said in a breathy voice.
“I told you I didn’t want you using them without me. You didn’t listen. Such a bad girl.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
His pointer finger pushed steadily, wedging inside. His middle finger followed. “Two fingers. Almost to the knuckle, Countess. So beautiful. Should I try three? Should I tell you how it looks? How it feels when my fingers are deep inside?”
My stuttered ‘yeses’ made him laugh, and then groan.
“It’s wet, Countess. Shiny. Your ass is warm and so fucking tight. My fingers are going numb from how tight your muscles are gripping me. I can’t wait for it to strangle my dick. It’s going to hurt, Countess, and you’re going to love it when I’m fingering your clit at the same time.”
My whole body felt charged, ready to combust. I couldn’t see his face, but I pictured every word in my mind.
I imagined him fucking me in the ass with his cock, while his calloused thumb pressed hard on my clit.
The pressure built. The pleasure reached another level, especially when his ring finger and pinkie slid into my pussy so that he was fucking me in both holes.
“Fuck!” I dug my forehead into the mattress, impatient to come.
“How many times have you fucked your ass when I’m not here?”
“I can’t remember,” I lied.
He cut me off, removed his fingers, and slapped my ass, leaving the wetness from my arousal behind. “Don’t act like you don’t remember. How many times?”
Constantly. He didn’t touch me again with the plug, and I knew he wasn’t going to until I answered him. So I told him the truth.
“All night.”
“Say it louder, Countess.”
“I fuck myself all night!” I shouted, then moaned when he finally tapped the curved head of the metal plug against the ringed muscle. The metal was more brutal, less forgiving than his fingers, and I cried out, mewling, bracing for the initial resistance, the pinch, and then the total fullness.
He reached under me and found one of my nipples, pinching it tightly, while also holding the lobe of my ear between his teeth.
He steadily pushed it into my ass. Even now, I clench my thighs together, feeling the breech.
He didn’t stop until I was filled. Soon, both his thumb and forefinger were pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
He draped his thigh over my leg, compressing my ass and legs until I felt the plug even deeper.
My ass burned slightly, desperately adjusting to the bigger diameter.
It felt incredible. The sensitive nerve endings inside me are reacting to the intrusion.
“Your ass was meant to take my cock. It was meant for my fingers. Meant to submit to me, Countess. Just like the rest of you.”