17. The hamster was right #2
He moaned. I flicked my tongue over the nipple and bit harder.
The muscle resisted my teeth to an impressive degree.
I switched sides and bit again, this time worrying at his flesh.
The metallic tang of blood on my tongue told me I’d done enough—as did the cock that bumped against my belly. Fuck, that was a little too much.
I grabbed his jaw. “Nothing to say?” I kissed him to stop his answer, biting his lower lip.
He growled happily into my mouth.
Snatching the antiseptic from the shelf, I sprayed a wipe and cleaned the saliva from the wounds on his chest. Turned out I’d broken the skin on both sides. Shaking the bottle, I sprayed the broken skin directly. He hissed at the sting.
Time for dinner and a show. I can do this.
I pulled the red bench over in front of him, against the wall, and sat.
Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it aside.
Rafael watched with parted, bloodied lips.
The rise and fall of his chest, with its light smattering of blood, mesmerized me.
My bra followed my shirt, and his breath quickened.
Much as I appreciated his enthusiasm, I vowed to buy some sexier underwear.
Mine was all practical, boring beige. I shimmied out of my jeans and thong, marched over to him, and shoved my panties in his mouth.
His eyes crinkled at the edges, and he made an appreciative noise, sucking at the damp fabric. I finger-walked over the selection of monster dildos.
“Was this the one you wanted?” I jiggled the largest one—a hefty red dragon dick—by the tip.
“Mmhmm.”
“I don’t know, does that sass mouth deserve a reward?” Languidly, I picked up the dildo. “You know what? This might be a better gag than my underwear.”
Rafael growled through his teeth. I hefted the toy, aiming it at his face in warning. He sneered at my approach.
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “What, you don’t want a dick in your mouth? Someone should have one, since I’m bereft.”
His eyes shone with defiant glee.
I tapped his cheek with the heavy dildo.
“You’re lucky I don’t want to fuck up your pretty face more than I already have.
Fine, this one is for me, but you’re getting one too.
” I snagged a slender unicorn horn model with an iridescent pearl finish from the shelf and shoved it against the center of his chest. “Flex. Hold it there.”
My captive huffed through his long nose, but he obeyed. I wasn’t sure if it would actually work, but he successfully trapped the dildo between his pecs. Careful not to dislodge the unicorn horn, I brushed my thumbs across his nipples, smearing blood over his chest.
“Damn, you look good like that. What a portrait this would make.” My arousal trickled down my inner thigh.
I licked his blood off my thumbs. “I’m going to fuck myself with this dick, and you will only come when I tell you to.
If you drop the dildo you’re holding, you will not get to come.
If you come before I say so, the show stops and I will leave. Got it?”
Eyes alight, Rafael nodded. I snagged a bottle of lube and spread my legs, leaning back against the wall with my heels on the seat edge to make sure he had a good view.
Making sure I still had a full view of his cock as well.
My skin crackled with electric anticipation; every nerve ending primed and live.
Rafael mumbled something and jerked his head toward the edge of the bench. The motion almost dislodged the dildo. He leaned back and snagged the tip in his teeth, pulling it higher to secure it.
“I’ll allow it, but don’t do that again. Sit up straight.”
He huffed again, obeying. Stirrups, like the kind gynecologists used, were folded under the seat.
“No wonder you’re so good at eating pussy.” I extended them and turned the bench, adjusting the angle of the seat to give me a better view as I eased my heels into the stirrups and spread myself open.
Rafael made a contented noise. I slid the crop between my legs, rubbing the leather slapper over my clit.
A faint quiver in his muscles spurred me on.
I tapped my swollen clit just hard enough to hear the increasingly wet smack-smack-smack.
Just hard enough to send mini-quakes rippling through my body, building that delicious agony.
He moaned and his cock jumped beneath his pants. I lubed up the red dildo and positioned it. Its weight made it difficult to hold and guide with only one hand.
I braced my elbow in preparation and locked eyes with Rafael. “I wish this was your cock.” And shoved the flared head inside me.
His eyes narrowed, fixating on my hands like a hawk on his prey.
I spread my labia wider to accommodate the swell at the midshaft, and slowly pushed the girthy dildo into my cunt.
Rafael squirmed. His muscles tremored with the strain of holding the unicorn horn, his cock strained against his pants.
A yearning sound came from deep in his throat.
One hand on the crop, I worked the dildo in and out with the other. The pressure gathered at the base of my spine, whipped along each time Rafael made a noise.
“Come closer.” I beckoned him over with the crop. He shuffled forward on his knees, careful not to lose his grip on the dildo. “Keep coming. There, stay there.”
I pulled my feet out of the stirrups and kicked him with my right foot, heel colliding with his heavy pec.
Rafael grunted, his muscles shook, but he did not drop the dildo.
I kicked the other side. He bared his teeth.
I fucked myself harder, panting, and paused now and then to kick him.
His eyes unfocused with ecstasy. Sweat trickled down the side of his face.
“Stand up. I want to watch you come.” I kicked his chest again for good measure.
Rafael stood slowly and carefully, his entire torso trembling with the effort to stay flexed.
Sweat rolled down the valleys of his muscles.
I licked my lips at the cock rising over me, fucking myself faster with the dildo.
The crop slowed me down, so I tossed it aside and worked my clit with my fingers.
“Up on your toes and hold there. I want you to come so much you drip on me through your pants.”
He moaned and rose on his tiptoes. God, what I wouldn’t give to see those thick thighs flex.
I aimed my heel at the front of his left thigh and kicked.
Caught off-guard, he swayed and almost dropped the dildo again.
So I kicked the other thigh harder. The motion cracked open the building orgasm in me, and it came roaring out.
Shaking and spasming, I locked eyes with Rafael.
“Come,” I gasped. “Do it now. Come all over me!”
His hips jerked, and his cock pulsed under the fabric. He moaned, long and low in his throat. A full body shudder wracked him, and he struggled to keep both his hold of the dildo between his pecs and his balance on his toes. He turned his head and spat out my panties.
Rafael threw his head back and cried out, wordless, fighting the muscle tremors rippling down his body with the force of his orgasm.
That sound punched through my cunt into my brain. My climax skyrocketed back to the peak at the rough timbre of his voice. Again, as his hot cum splashed on my belly and inner thighs in increasing spurts. I pounded myself with the dildo until I screamed. His voice mingled with mine.
The toy fell out of my nerveless hand and hit the floor with a wet thud. Rafael’s entire body trembled with exertion.
“You can drop the dildo now.”
Rafael relaxed immediately, shoulders slumping. The unicorn dildo bounced across the floor. His eyes opened wide.
“Fuck, that was incredible.” Breathing hard, he hung his head.
I sat up, immediately regretting how hard I’d gone at myself with such a big toy. “If you’d told me a year ago I’d be doing this now… How are you feeling?”
He smiled down at me, eye crinkles and all. “Exquisite. Utilizing muscle failure like that is evil genius. I love it.”
“You did say you were skipping workouts. Just trying to help.”
He wheezed a tired laugh.
My eyes landed on the reddened bite marks on his pecs. As attractive as they were, guilt and worry twisted my gut. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break the skin biting you! I got carried away.”
Rafael looked down at his abused chest. “Eh, it is not deep, and I have had much worse. My body is resilient; I never get sick. Besides, you used the antiseptic right away. This is why I keep it within reach.”
“Lucky. I get sick all the time thanks to my allergies.” Climbing painfully off the bench, I unchained, uncuffed, and unlaced him. His body still somewhat conformed to the corset’s ghost. “You’re a smart pain slut.”
“Infections are not sexy.” He pulled off the corset liner, folded me into a bear hug, and kissed the top of my head. My fingers skipped across the impressions the laces left on his skin. I reached for my jeans, and he held me tighter. “Leave it all. I will clean this in the morning.”
The considerable wet spot on the front of his pants convinced me to take a small risk.
I looked up at him. “Can I see you? All of you?”
Rafael caressed my face and took a step back, dropping his pants and stepping out of them.
My entire world screeched to a halt. I’d had no idea what “big” really meant until that moment.
Dark red curls, just a shade deeper than the mane on his head, framed a circumcised cock at least the size of my forearm.
A veritable monster cock that put all my toys to shame. An absolutely glorious cock.
Goddamn, I hope he’s not a grower. Everything about this man is at the extremes. But hey, if that’s what kills me, I’ll die happy. No, don’t say anything stupid, Elaine.
Rafael folded his arms, self-conscious. “You are quieter than I expected.”
I blinked. “Fuck me, I really am the hamster.”