Chapter 45
James
She leans over to the bedside table and takes the lube out of a little vase-like stand, the warm coconut smell getting stronger and overtaking my senses.
She lowers her hand slowly, fingers glistening with slick lube, and drags one long stroke from my sac all the way up to the tip of my cock as it twitches beneath her warm touch.
Every sensation is almost too much to bear.
Her fingers slide down as she circles my hole, a tight, clenched tension taking over on instinct.
“Look at this pretty little entrance,” she teases.
“So shy. But it’s going to open for me, isn’t it, darling?
All the way. Wide open for your queen.” Her middle finger presses forward, just the tip at first, barely entering me.
I gasp, hips jerking instinctively, but she pins my hips down with her other hand, firm and unyielding.
“Breathe,” she commands, her voice velvet soft. “In and out. Let me in. Push down slightly, baby..”
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On my exhale, I push down, and her finger slides deeper, entering me and stretching me with slow, deliberate pressure. The burn is sharp at first, a searing fullness that makes my cock throb and twitch against my stomach. She holds still, letting my body surrender to her, until I relax.
“That’s it,” she sighs, her eyes burning with desire. “So good. Baby, you’re so tight, but I know you can take it.”
It’s almost too much. The small voice of my upbringing telling me this is wrong and that I shouldn't like this start to sound, but holy shit, it feels so good. I push that voice down and bask in the feeling of fullness that was once so alien to me.
She begins to move, fucking me with one finger in deep, smooth strokes, curling it just enough to graze my prostate, and each pass sends sparks up my spine, hips jerking with every shock.
My nipples ache, hard and begging for attention.
She removes her finger, leaving me hollow, clenching around nothing.
She pours more lube onto her fingers and smiles at me, and my heart melts.
She may be in charge, but her eyes are filled with love and care.
She presses in, two fingers now, double the stretch, double the fire.
She slicks them again and presses in sideways, scissoring me open with gentle but firm motions.
I whimper as my tight ring yields to her, widening under her touch. She twists, rotating her
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wrist, working me deeper. I feel every knuckle, every ridge of skin, every slick glide as she opens me wider, and I've never felt so vulnerable and so raw, both physically and emotionally.
“Look,” she says, glancing down. “Your hole is gaping open now, baby. So pink, so wet. Look how it flutters around my fingers.”
Oh God… Her words add a whole new dimension to this, her dirty talk as well as her fingers getting me so close to the edge already.
But she’s right; it is gaping for her. My ass is open, stretched, pulsing around her invading fingers, and I love it.
It feels as good as she promised it would.
She adds a third finger, pressing in slowly, relentlessly.
I cry out as my body burns and gives in all at once.
The stretch is immense, excruciatingly good.
She moves her fingers in a slow ‘come hither’ motion, stroking my inner walls, coaxing them to loosen, to accept.
She spreads her fingers slightly inside me, widening me.
“Iz… It’s too much,” I moan. “Feels like you’re splitting me in two.”
“Exactly as you should feel,” she says, voice husky with power, and I'm mesmerised. “Like you’re being made anew. For me. Now push out, just a little. Help me open you deeper.”
Trembling, I bear down, and she slips in all the way to her palm. Her hand presses flush against my rim, three
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fingers buried to the knuckle, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been. The burn has melted into a deep, throbbing pleasure. My hole is wide open, just for her, glistening with lube.
She holds it there, letting me feel every inch of stretch.
Then she begins to fuck me with three fingers, deep, hard thrusts that make my toes curl and my cock weep with pre-cum.
Each in-stroke rams my prostate; each pull-out leaves me aching.
Precum drips freely now, pooling in my navel, like it never has before, and I can't stop staring at it, amazed at how she works me.
“You’re ready,” she says, pulling her fingers out with a wet pop. My body clenches uselessly, begging to be filled again.
She reaches for a pale pink dildo and holsters it in her harness, smothering it in lube. The thick, veined shaft glistens under the dim light. She kneels between my thighs, guiding the thick head to my throbbing, gaping entrance. A sudden buzz startles me, and my eyes shoot open.
“Oh, baby, this isn't just for you, you know. It has a built-in vibrator for my pleasure, so be ready to feel that too.” A mischievous, wicked grin spreads across her beautiful face.
She presses the head of the dildo to my hole and pushes as I tense involuntarily.
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“No, no,” she soothes, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “You can take this. You were born to take it. Take it for me baby, breathe… and push out.”
I sigh a deep breath out, and I bear down as she pushes forward.
The first stretch is intense, almost too much to take.
The thick crown forces me open, wider than her fingers ever could.
I cry out as my body fights the sensations, my hole stretching around the invading shaft, inch by agonising inch.
Her hips advance slowly, letting me feel every ridge, every curve.
“You’re taking me so well,” she gasps, her own breath ragged. “Your ass is sucking me in… So tight… So sexy. And I want it all. Give me everything, baby.”
Halfway in, she stops. I feel full. So deep it hurts; it feels like she’s inside my soul. My inner muscles flutter wildly around the thick silicone, trying to adjust. She leans forward, her heavy breasts draping over my chest, nipples dragging against my skin.
“More?” she asks, voice low and dangerous.
“Yes,” I moan. “Please… all of it.” The vibrations add to the pleasure, the buzzing palpable against my prostate.
She pushes deeper. The shaft sinks in, breaching me further, stretching me past thought, past control. The base finally kisses my rim, and she’s in up to the hilt. Her hips
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press flush against my ass, the harness straps tight, the vibrator now grinding against her clit and sending vibrations rippling harder through me.
“You’re fucked full,” she growls. “Feel that? That thick cock? That’s mine inside you. My cock owns your hole. You are mine, James, totally and completely. Totally mine.”
Tears well in my eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of being so completely filled. I’ve never been so stretched, so overwhelmed with pleasure. My body pulses around her, trying to process the depth, the girth, the ownership and what that means for us.
She starts to move. Just an inch. A slow, grinding roll of her hips. The vibration intensifies. My cock twitches, heavy and leaking.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you,” she warns, one hand closing around the base of my shaft, fingers squeezing hard. “Not yet. You’ll come when I own your orgasm. When I say.”
And then she begins to fuck me in earnest. Deep, hard strokes that pull out almost to the tip before slamming back in. The slap of her hips against my thighs fills the room. Her breasts bounce and sway with every thrust, her nipples stroking my skin, sending shivers over my entire body.
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She leans over me and captures my lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue invades just as deeply as her silicone cock. I moan into her mouth as she grinds down, the bullet vibrating against us both.
“You’re mine,” she whispers between kisses. “My hole. My man.”
As she rides me harder, faster, I believe her, and I've never wanted anything more in my whole life.
She sets a brutal pace—one that steals my breath, shatters my thoughts, and ignites every nerve ending like a wildfire.
The thick strap-on cock pistons deep into my ass, each thrust driving the flared head against my prostate with unrelenting precision.
The vibrator at the base hums against her clit and reverberates through me, a constant electric pulse that makes my toes curl and my spine arch off the bed.
I am so full, so stretched, and so beautifully used in the most exquisite way, and I never want it to end.
But my body betrays me. My balls draw up tight, a hot coil winding deeper in my gut.
My cock, already slick with pre-cum and smeared with my earlier leaks, begins to throb in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
I’m close, so close I can taste my own release like copper on my tongue.
And she knows it, she can sense it, she can read my body better than I realised.
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With a wicked smirk, she leans forward, her heavy breasts swaying between us, and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. Her grip is firm, unyielding, almost painful. Fingertips dig into the root, cutting off the surge, halting my climax in its tracks, and I let out a loud groan of desperation.
“No,” she growls, grinding deep into my hole as her palm squeezes harder. “Not yet, baby. You don’t come until I allow it. Until I demand it. Your orgasm is all mine, not yours. Do you understand?”
A sob escapes my lips as the pleasure teeters on the edge, trapped behind the wall of her control. The tension builds, unbearable, agonising, like a river about to burst its banks. My hips twitch, trying to thrust into her grip, but she pins me down with her other hand on my chest.
“Feel that?” she whispers, stroking just the very top inch of my shaft with her thumb, smearing precum over my slit. “You’re dripping for me, you dirty boy. Leaking like you can’t hold back. But you will hold it. For me.”
She increases the thrusts, hammering into me with deep, brutal force. Each stroke sends jolts of ecstasy through my core. I cry out, my back bowing, my ass clenching around her cock like a vice. My cock jumps in her grip, begging to erupt.
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“Please, Iz, I need it,” I beg, voice ragged. “Please let me come. I need it. I need to show you how much I love you.”
She leans down, her lips grazing my ear. Her breath is hot, her voice like soft, satiny silk. “You are pleasing me. Every tremor, every whimper, every drop you leak—it’s all for me. But you don’t come until I say four magical words.”
“What?” I gasp, confused and desperate to know.
She pulls back, eyes blazing with power and love all at once. “Come for your queen. Only then. Until then, you hold it all in.”
And she makes good on her word.
She slows her thrusts, drawing them out longer, deeper, more torturous.
Each stroke is a slow grind, letting the shaft rub over every sensitive nerve in my ass.
The vibrator pulses in rhythmic waves, syncing with her movements.
Her hand never leaves my cock, a constant, punishing grip at the base, fingers tight, thumb teasing the crown.
My body shakes. Sweat soaks the sheets beneath me. My breath comes in short, broken pants. I chant her name like a prayer. I beg. I plead. But she only smiles, her breasts bouncing with every calculated roll of her hips.
Then, without warning, she grinds down hard, the base of the strap-on pressing firmly against my perineum, the
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bullet vibrating at full intensity. My ass spasms, and my prostate screams in pleasure. The coil inside me snaps.
And still, her hand holds me tight, denying my pleasure yet driving it higher with every second.
“Almost,” she murmurs. “You’re ready, baby, but not quite yet.” Her own breath becomes ragged, and I can sense she is close to climaxing herself.
When I think I can’t take another second, she lifts slightly, pulls back, and then slams into me with a single, perfect thrust.
Her lips part, and her eyes lock onto mine.
And she speaks the words I’ve been starving to hear.
“Come for your queen,” she roars, her head hanging low as her own release ripples through her body.
The vision of her like this, sweat glistening over her body, her hair mussed up from her efforts, her skin flushed in desire as her hand releases the base of my cock, is mesmerising. Her thumb glides up my shaft.
And I explode.
Thick, hot ropes of cum launch from my cock, splashing across my stomach, my chest, even up to my neck. The first pulse is violent, uncontrollable, a geyser of release. The second follows, then a third, each one weaker but no
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less intense. My ass clenches around her silicone cock in rhythmic pulses as I flood myself, completely undone.
She watches, transfixed, as I cover my own body in cum. Then she leans down, presses her palms into the mess on my chest, and smears it across my skin with worshipful hands, her own breaths ragged as she comes down from her high and gives me a serene smile that captures my soul.
“Beautiful,” she breathes. “So beautiful. My boy gave me everything.”
She slows her thrusts, riding me softly now, drawing out the aftershocks. The vibrator hums almost silently. And as my breathing finally steadies, she pulls out, leaving me empty, open, and totally hers.
She collapses beside me, pulls me into her arms, and kisses my forehead. “You were perfect,” she whispers. “Now sleep, my perfect boy. You’ve earned your rest. You’re all marked and emptied, exactly as I wanted.”