Chapter Twenty #2
Without standing, I turned and shifted my knees across the hardwood floor.
I sat down on my butt with my back against the footboard of the bed.
I spread my legs as wide as they would go in front of the mirrored closet door, opposite the bed.
I shifted down a bit and scooted until I could plainly see my entrance in my reflection. I was glad I’d taken the time to shave.
He lowered himself down next to me on the floor after grabbing the lube from the nightstand, still fully clothed, face completely obscured behind the mask. The only thing I had covering me were the remaining tatters of the undershirt he’d cut to pieces.
He coated his fingers and set the bottle aside. “Bring your knees up,” he demanded. I bent my knees, planting my feet flat on the floor and widening my legs as I met his eyes in the mirror. “That’s better. Now, watch what I’m going to do to you.”
I kept my focus on his reflection as he reached one arm behind my back and then down between my legs.
My side was fully against his, now, and I moaned from my throat as I watched his index finger disappear inside of me.
Then he brought his hand over and shoved his other index finger in alongside the other.
My eyes were half-lidded, and he pulled his fingers apart inside of me. My eyes shot open, and I groaned.
“I told you to watch!” he barked.
A fresh bead of clear liquid seeped from my slit before beginning to drip down my length, “Oh, you drive me fucking crazy,” he growled before pulling one finger out of me to free his hand enough to pull the mask up to his nose.
With his mouth finally clear of the mask, he leaned over and sucked the very tip of my dick into his mouth as he re-inserted the second finger.
My head was beginning to swim, and my vision began to blur. I started to move my hips and make noises in my throat to warn him. In a split second, his mouth came off me and his fingers slid out in unison.
“Oh-oh. Not yet, my sweet.”
I tossed my head back until it met the bed post and groaned as my hips bucked up into nothing.
He laughed hotly at my desperation and then got to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
Once he’d left the room, I was able to get a good look at myself in the mirror. My dick was painfully hard from him edging me with his fingers and mouth. I’d made a sticky mess all over my thighs and could even see a few wet spots on the dark wood beneath me.
When he came back a minute or two later, he was carrying something in hard plastic packaging. I looked up at him as he tore the packaging apart, and I caught the first glimpse of the slick metal.
“I needed a new flashlight for work, but I decided to fuck you with it first. That way, every time I use it, I can think of this.”
I watched him pull the safety tab from the batteries and toss it aside.
He grabbed an alcohol wipe out of the nightstand before coming back over and kneeling down in front of me.
He held up the flashlight and began to wipe it down with the opened alcohol wipe.
“Make sure we get it nice and clean for you…” he taunted.
The base of the flashlight was smooth, and about an inch-and-a half wide if I had to guess. Probably five inches long before it widened out around the bulb.
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry around the hanky. He set the flashlight down onto my bare skin between my tummy and my throbbing cock, making me shiver as the cold metal rested against my hot flesh.
“We’ll wanna get this a little warmer before I shove it inside of you,” he said.
He stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off with his underwear at the same time, finally giving me a good look at his thick cock. He kicked the jeans out of the way and then pulled his shirt off over his head. I let out an involuntary hum of tortured, anxious pleasure.
He looked down at me, smiling so big the corners of his mouth disappeared under the mask he was still half-wearing. “I love how much of a slut you are for me.” He grabbed the bottle of lube and generously coated the base of the flashlight as he winked. “It’s waterproof.”
After he’d made a very slow show of slicking up the handle, he bent down and pressed the tip of it against my hole. “Eyes open,” he reminded me, gesturing towards the mirror.
I groaned and watched as he pushed the first inch inside.
The metal was cold, and the temperature contrast was making my legs shake as he pushed it in further.
I started to squirm when he started rocking it back and forth and then pushed it in until the handle was completely inside.
Then he twisted the tip, activating the light.
The beam was bright enough that it was all I could see in the mirror.
“See how you light up for me.”
I rolled my eyes, and he lost character for a split second, having to turn his head to hide his goofy grin.
We hadn’t had a ton of discussions about this.
It was only the third time he’d broken in.
Each time, he came up with new, kinkier stuff to subject me to—his corny jokes being the worst of it.
The flashlight was new; I hadn't been expecting that. He’d never fucked me with anything that wasn’t attached to his body before.
But now that I was stuffed with a flashlight, I was starting to wonder where he was gonna put his dick, as my mouth was still gagged.
James had tried to establish a safe word for this type of play, but I’d refused.
I told him to never make me bleed on purpose, and to never slap my face.
Anything else he ever wanted to do to me was fair game.
Consequently, these little break-ins were always a kinky surprise.
James and I had sex, or, at least, got each other off on a daily basis.
James was a very tender person, so there was a lot of passionate lovemaking, which I adored.
But I couldn’t help looking forward to when James felt froggy enough to don the mask and rock my world.
It was almost like he had a different persona in times like this. I craved it.
He grabbed the bottle of lube again, tipped it up, and let loose a generous amount of liquid that rolled down my shaft like syrup.
He set the bottle aside and took a firm grip of my shaft as he spread the liquid evenly. His firm grip and the way he twisted his wrist were making my toes curl. He let go of me and my eyes shot open as he stepped over me with one foot and began to lower himself down to straddle my lap, facing me.
His grin turned wicked. “You weren’t expecting this?”
No, I sure fucking wasn’t…
He grabbed hold of the base of my cock as he lined his hole up with my tip.
I’d never topped anyone before In my entire life.
Honestly, I never thought I’d ever do it.
This was a complete change of pace. Fucking James?
It was a weird thought; almost weird enough to pull me from the scene.
My curiosity was stronger than my resistance, however, and I decided to let things ride.
I watched his face tighten up. He let his head loll back a bit.
I felt myself slowly entering him, the constricting tightness a whole new sensation.
He got past the head and paused as he worked the tip of his dick in his palm.
He was so snug around me, I wasn’t sure I was gonna be able to move, but he handled all of that.
Clearly, my participation was neither wanted nor expected.
There was nothing I could do except sit there and watch him take my cock.
I couldn’t speak, or even touch him with my hands still cuffed.
It took him a good four or five minutes of work before I was fully inside his ass, and we were flesh-to-flesh as he straddled my lap.
Inside, he was hot as blood and as slick as water.
I felt dizzy and overwhelmed, yet, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
He put his finger under my chin to lift my face so he could stare down into my eyes. His pupils were so large I could barely see a small sliver of blue-gray.
He brought one hand to the back of my head to collect a fistful of my hair before he began to attack my jawline and neck with his mouth.
Then, he shifted his knees and started slowly fucking himself on my cock.
Every time he came down on me, I could hear the metal rim of the flashlight bump against the hardwood, jolting my spot as it shifted.