Chapter 28 – Shay
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Shay
Cody presses the warm metal tip against my asshole.
I know it will hurt less if I relax, but that doesn’t stop the taboo uncomfortable pressure that accompanies an anal invasion.
Tears prickle the corners of my eyes as the tip pops inside me and I feel my tight ass widening around the neck.
There’s another warm popping sensation and an odd fullness where the bulb remains buried in my ass and the flared base flattens against my hole, keeping the buttplug in place.
I squirm, letting the lubrication slide the bulb around. It doesn’t hurt the way I thought it would, but the pressure doesn’t exactly feel good.
“Stand,” Cody commands. Slowly, I press my palms to the bed to steady my weight and I get up slowly, feeling the weight of the buttplug shifting around in my asshole.
The flared base keeps the plug from sliding inside me and as my cheeks form a barrier around my back door, the fullness travels through me and a strange throbbing builds right around the base of my clit.
“Turn around,” Cody commands, his voice strained and raspy.
My thigh still aches from the hours he spent inking my skin.
The numbness that settled in about halfway through the process disappeared, and now I feel like I just endured far too many bee stings.
It’s just another way of bruising me. I don’t realize that I’m not looking at him – that I can’t – until Cody grabs my cheeks and forces my gaze.
His face is oddly gentle, not angry, despite his thumb and index finger pressing into my jaw.
“I’ll do anything to keep you, Shay,” he whispers, his face drawing closer to mine. “I don’t care how crazy or how fucked up it is…”
Cody’s thumb moves from my jaw over to my lips.
His fingers are still warm and he’s been desperately trying to draw attention away from his erection long before sliding the buttplug into my ass.
His blue eyes blaze with unmistakable desire for me.
The bulb of the plug in my ass moves slightly, causing another violent throb to course through my lower half, concentrating intense pulses right at the base of my clit.
This stupid plug feels like it’s shutting my brain off and turning my attention exclusively towards my holes. It’s embarrassing. I try to look away from Cody again, but he snaps my attention back towards him. I fear that I might have activated a demon. Cody grins.
“Is there something wrong, Shay?”
“Nothing.”
“If I didn’t know better, I would say you want me to fuck you,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t give me time to answer. It’s just an effort at taunting me.
With one hand, Cody reaches for my waist and pulls my body closer to his so he can kiss me.
His beard tickles my chin and upper lip as he starts with soft, slow kisses to tease my lips open, then slides his tongue into my mouth.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. As my tongue stretches to tease Cody’s back, another violent throb shoots to the apex of my thighs.
Gooey juices splatter out of my pussy and I feel that round, penetrating bulb moving around more intensely.
I’m sensitive everywhere, even when he kisses me, and it’s all because of that possessive rose gold buttplug lodged in my ass.
My hands press firmly against Cody’s chest in a desperate effort to gain control as just kissing him sends such intense sensations over me that I edge closer to a climax that I want to stop before Cody gets any satisfaction from my humiliation.
I try to move away from kissing him and he lets me move my face, but stops me with a firm hand on my hip before I can get too far.
“What’s wrong?” Cody asks, a cruel smile taking over his face. “Do you feel a little more in touch with your emotions, Shay?”
“You have what you want,” I answer calmly, trying… to my humiliation… not to cum.
“You’re wrong,” he says. “I have part of what I want. The rest of it is the truth – which is that you feel something for me, the same way I feel something for you.”
He closes the distance between us again.
Heat rushes through me as he kisses me again.
Cody knows exactly what game he’s playing.
His lips move to my neck. I can’t help it.
The rose gold plug in my ass with lube sloshing around both holes renders me dangerously sensitive. I moan – loudly. Cody loves it.
He kisses me more, running his tongue up the length of my neck, trailing after the wet spot with his ticklish beard.
My pussy aches. I want to get away from him, but this time when I press my hands against his chest, Cody holds me in place and he kisses my neck until a strange tightness builds right where the long tip of the buttplug teases me deep in my ass and then explodes.
I cum hard, so hard that I almost lose my balance.
It’s just from Cody kissing me. Just from my husband’s lips touching the right spot on my neck.
He squeezes my curves, letting his hands disappear into my thick flesh as I nearly lose my balance.
The intense throbbing leads to a gush of juices that dribbles down my thighs.
Dick. I want his dick. The lustful thought blares into my head like a siren.
The need for Cody is urgent and frankly, terrifying.
Is there some part of him that’s right about me?
I want to turn him into a beast because I’m too scared to admit that I want him to split me open with the monstrous cock attached to him.
I try to bury and stifle my moans on Cody’s shoulder, but leaning forward just gives him more control over my weight.
He grabs my ass and practically throws me onto the bed.
My thighs are still wrapped up in plastic.
I still have a buttplug buried in my ass, but Cody throws me backwards and presses my ankles behind my shoulders.
He wants to admire his handiwork.
From this position, my ass feels even tighter around the plug.
Lubrication drips all over me from where he slathered it.
Cody runs his fingers over the backs of my thighs as he keeps me folded over and spread open for him.
The tight plug sends a dull throb surging through me and I wonder if this awareness will die down over time.
“You look perfect,” Cody growls. I feel like a rotisserie chicken — not perfect at all.
My husband doesn’t stop. “I’ll get a warm rag to clean you up.”
I signed my ass away to earn my freedom from Cody’s bondage to the bed.
I know I lost my mind on him, but if I’m crazy, this man might be as crazy as I am.
He leaves the room for a few minutes, instructing me to hold my thighs in place.
The oil-based lubrication doesn’t dry out, but the bedroom feels suddenly windy as I lie back, vulnerable and spread open like this.
There’s still a warm trickle drizzling out of my open hole and the plug moves slightly when I breathe or adjust my hips to make holding my thick thighs back less difficult for me. Cody returns and I see a flash of fabric movie as he kneels, even if I can’t make out his entire body.
The warm, wet rag sends a shiver of confusing pleasure through me as Cody cleans the spare lubrication from around my asshole and from the backs of my thighs.
He takes his work seriously and I hate to admit that his slow cleaning turns me on.
He runs the warm rag through my creases and wipes me clean.
When he leaves a spot of my skin clean, the air feels cooler and ticklish.
Once he has me clean, Cody pats me dry with a soft, white towel.
I feel so clean and calm, even with my thighs splayed apart.
I’m ready to put my legs down and stop the tight pressure from the plug in my ass from spreading, but Cody drops his warm rag and follows up by pressing his tongue to my clit.
I shudder in surprise. I knew he was on his knees, but I didn’t expect this from Cody next.
He makes a low growl in the back of his throat once his tongue teases my lower lips and then everything down there gets very wet all over again as Cody loses control.
His tongue spreads me open wide and he uses his forearm to keep my thighs spread open where his tongue and fingers can touch every last inch of me.
My heart races out of control as Cody surprises me with a tongue that laps around my clit and sucks on the hardened nub until each slight tug from Cody’s lips makes me moan loudly.
I already feel like I’m about to cum. The pressure in my ass makes the sensations more intense.
I know it’s going to happen soon. Cody’s tongue slips between all the folds he just wiped clean and just when I think I have control over myself, Cody slides two fingers all the way inside me.
There’s tight pressure and then an explosion as his fingers push into me and the plug in my ass presses into just the right spot while Cody’s tongue swirls around my clit in these smooth circles.
My hips buck towards his mouth as I gasp for breath and emit intermittent uncontrolled moans.
He grips my thighs and holds me in place as I cum hard.
My ass throbs and the plug buried in my backdoor extends my orgasm into several waves.
I keep bucking my hips to meet Cody’s lips and he just drinks my cum and waits for the euphoria peak to settle.
My thighs tickle as he kisses them and then helps me release that sandwiched position.
My butthole is sloppy wet with spit and cum now.
Cody pulls me to my feet with a smirk on his face.
I feel wobbly and jiggly all over. The buttplug in my asshole feels so wet I worry that it’s going to fall out.
Cody doesn’t take his eyes off me. His gaze burns right through me and I don’t want to give in to Cody’s satisfaction, even if I can’t hide the truth from him anymore.
As fucked up as his cravings might be, whenever we’re in bed together, I cum hard. The pleasure turns me into a sloppy wet mess.