Chapter 62 #2
Arabella tracked his every movement, even tilting her head back on the pillow to watch him gently tie her wrists together. She wiggled, opening and closing her legs. Probably seeking friction for the ache he suspected was building in that delicious cradle between her hips.
“Be still, Angel.” He tested the knot, making sure it wasn’t too tight and he could easily tug it free. “How does that feel? Your arms ok? And your hands? We don’t want any harm coming to the world’s most talented surgeon’s hands.”
Arabella breathed a laugh and nodded. “Feels amazing. Decadent.”
He smiled at her. “You look so pretty stretched out naked for me. Keep those legs open wide, beautiful.”
Again, she listened, showing him her beautiful, glistening pussy.
“I have a little something I want to try with you.” He sat down at her side, running his forefinger gently along her seam from clit to her opening, and then lower.
Her hips flexed.
“Sssh, easy, Arabella. Has anyone ever touched you here?”
Her eyes were wide but trusting. She shook her head.
“May I have your permission to play with your exquisite ass, Arabella? I want to bring you pleasure like you’ve never known.”
She froze, and he could see the indecision on her lovely face. His woman was a doctor and certainly knew the mechanical workings of the body better than him. But she didn’t know the pleasure that could come from this type of play.
“Arabella?”
“Yes,” she rasped, now practically panting. He could see how wet she was. His queen was mightily turned on.
And, he knew for a fact she’d read a particular passage in the shifter romance featuring ass play.
He’d seen exactly when she’d gotten to that chapter one evening at the house.
The signs of her desire were clear. That’s when he’d ordered the little silicone plug, which he’d carefully washed and then hidden—a plan forming.
A plan he was now enacting.
Bash reached for the lube in the bag, generously covering the plug.
“I’m going to insert this, Arabella. It might feel a bit odd at first. But it shouldn’t hurt.
And then it will feel amazing.” He’d ordered the smallest size, as well as some progressively larger ones.
Maybe, at some point, she’d even take his cock.
At the thought, his already hard dick turned to solid iron in his pants. Bash breathed deeply to maintain control. If he wasn’t careful, he risked coming in his boxers like a pubescent teen.
“Here we go, Arabella. Bend your legs for me. Breathe deeply and bear down if you can as I press, ok?”
She nodded, a tiny frown on her brow.
Gently, so gently, he pressed the tapered end into her rosebud. As the fuller part breached her tight ring, Arabella gasped, shifting her hips away. “Easy, Angel,” he breathed out, toying with her nipple with his other hand to distract her and increase her pleasure.
She moaned and he pushed it the rest of the way in, a tiny whimper slipping out of her mouth as it settled in place.
“Ok?”
“It feels…strange.”
“Strange?”
“But…I like it.” Her eyes drifted close as she settled into the sensation.
Bash smiled at his intoxicatingly tempting woman, and wiggled the plug, just a bit. Arabella’s eyes flew open. “Oooh,” she gasped.
He moved the plug, pulling it just a bit. “Sebastian,” she moaned. “Oh my god…”
“Feels good?”
“Yes, soooo good,” she groaned. “Why do I like this so much?”
He leaned over and suckled her nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth and laving it with his tongue.
She whimpered and he grinned against the peaked tip.
He loved her sounds. “Because,” he said against the hard bud, “you’re my sensuous queen.
” He sucked her nipple again and then popped off it, smirking at her groan of frustration. “You ready for more, Arabella?”
“Yes, please yes,” she whispered, writhing as he gently twisted and turned the plug. “Unnnh,” she groaned. “Yes…”
Bash reached for the lemon-shaped sucker and turned it on, placing it against her clit.
“Bash!” Remy cried out, squirming.
He slowly increased the intensity. Her hips lifted and shifted, seeking more.
He turned it up again, and within moments, he could see her pussy clenching and weeping, her orgasm close.
Sebastian bent over her, took a nipple in his mouth, keeping the clit sucker in place, and then tapped on the plug.
Arabella screamed, and shattered.
She was still coming down from her orgasm as he abandoned the clit sucker—for now—and quickly shucked his clothes. He checked her hands…they were languidly draped above her head on the pillow, her breathing ragged.
“Ready for more?”
“I can’t,” she moaned. But she opened her legs wider.
Bash grinned and settled at the vee of her, notching his aching dick at the entrance of the place he desperately needed to be. Then he thrust deep.
“Oh god, Sebastian,” Arabella panted, pressing up against him and canting her hips. “So full. I’m so full.”
The tight, wet squeeze of her, plus the residual tremors of her pussy walls from her release, were deliciously, almost painfully augmented by the plug nestled in her ass. Best, most amazing pain Bash had ever felt.
“So good. So good. So good,” she chanted, squeezing him.
Christ. He was in danger of being a one pump chump.
“I’m going to move now, Arabella,” he gritted out.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please.”
“That’s my angel,” he praised. Then, slowly, he slid from her tight pussy…and drove back in. Over and over, he pistoned his hips. Arabella’s breasts jiggled temptingly and he dropped to an elbow so he could suck the nipple he hadn’t yet had an opportunity to worship.
Bash reached up and untied her hands, tucked a pillow under her hips, and then sat back on his knees, thrusting slowly.
“More…harder,” Arabella gasped, playing with her nipples.
Pulling out fully, he flipped her onto her knees. “Yes!” she gasped, dropping her head to her forearms, her ass high in the air. “Oh, God…yes!”
Bash rammed into her, balls deep, the angle and the plug making everything excruciatingly, gloriously tight. His vision tunneled as he stared at his cock disappearing into her pussy, the slap of his balls against the back of her thighs ratcheting his need and his pace.
He grabbed onto Arabella’s hips. “Touch yourself. Touch your clit.”
She snaked one hand beneath her and began rubbing, moaning and making the most amazing sounds.
Overcome with desire, he drove deep and hard with each thrust, his balls now tight against his body in imminent release. He needed her to go over first.
“That’s it, Arabella. Play with that pretty clit,” he commanded, heart thudding in his chest. “Now squeeze me.”
As soon as she did, he tugged the plug from her ass. With an animalistic sound, Arabella pressed back into him, her pussy clenching down in a powerful orgasm. Bash practically saw stars. He slammed home once more, calling out her name.
And then collapsed in bliss at her side.
Arabella rolled to face him, draping a leg over his.
“Sebastian?” she whispered.
“Hmmm?” he managed, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of his life.
“Hold on.”
And then…she bit him gently on the shoulder.
“Mine,” she sighed out, kissing the spot where she’d marked him.