Chapter 37 #3
Waves of pure, extreme pleasure wreck me. I jolt and tremble so hard I know the ties will leave marks on my skin. But I don’t care. All I can feel are the shivers roaming through me, born between my legs only to die in the tips of my fingers and toes.
I’m still in the midst of it when something thrusts into me—smooth, rigid, and vibrating. Shit, he’s using Jensen to fuck me while his tongue mercilessly flickers on my clit.
My undying climax morphs into a second one, and my insides clench and grip the toy so hard that Lex must sense the resistance as he pumps it in and out of me. Holy shit. This was a terrible idea. He hasn’t even entered me yet, and I’m already—
When bliss crashes into me a third time, I can’t even scream anymore, completely frozen and tense. He takes it as a sign that I’ve reached my limit, and the thrusting of the toy slows, like the teasing of his tongue.
Slowly, one short and heavy breath at a time, I come down, my muscles relaxing and the pleasure receding. When my insides eventually stop spasming, he pulls the toy out, turns it off, and throws it away.
Jesus fucking Christ … Totally worth being edged eight times.
How, just how, can he still surprise me with how intense pleasure can be? After everything we experienced together, how does he do that?
His lips travel up, engulfing each nipple for a brief second, and he kisses the column of my throat, stopping by my ear. “How are you feeling, my love?”
“Peachy. I could do this all night long,” I humor, surprised by how raspy my voice is.
“Could you now? Don’t test me, darling, because I actually could. Although I’ll have to come soon. I’m in fucking agony here.”
That revelation has me smiling victoriously, and I look down between us, reveling in how big, veiny, and red he is.
“Then what are you waiting for, Alexander?” I purr in his ear, biting its lobe. “Fuck me.”
“Careful what you wish for, Andrea, or you’ll need an entire week of bed rest when I’m done with you.”
I smile, already knowing what this will do to him, and whisper, “Liar.”
I’ve always loved fucking Andrea. From day one, I realized what a unique experience it was, and I knew no woman would ever compare.
I love our harmony during sex, how she gives and takes, her pliant body over or under mine, her greedy hands grabbing me for more, her heels on my ass spurring me on, her nails leaving ecstatic marks on my back … I love how involved and active she is during sex.
But this … having her at my mercy, tied to the bed, unable to do anything other than take what I give her … It’s dangerously addictive.
I’ve always had a dominant temperament. That much was clear as soon as I became sexually active. I enjoy sharing the moment a lot, especially with her, but being in charge is in my nature, so I’m thriving in this situation.
When the last of my cum has spurted out inside her, I pull away, letting my cock slip out of her messy cunt. Twice now, I’ve filled her up like this. The sheets under her are soaked, and only a small portion of that is mine.
If I’m thriving fucking her like this, then so is she. She’s loving this far more than she’d probably admit. She enjoys this act of absolute submission, revels in it, even.
Her eyes are hooded when I look up from her well-fucked pussy, lips parted with her bated breath.
“Ready to tap out?” I tease.
She shakes her head, not trusting her voice.
That’s my girl …
I bring my hand between her legs and run my fingers over the messy space there. Before we continue, I’ll need to clean her up a little. This is getting out of hand. But before we get there …
I enter her with two fingers, scrape as much of our combined cum as I can, and pull them out.
Together, we look at the result of my harvest, thick and glistening, translucent in parts and white in others. When I spread the two fingers, a viscous membrane forms between them before breaking.
I don’t even have to tell her to open her mouth before she does, sticking her tongue out, ready to take it all.
“Don’t swallow it,” I order as I push the sticky mess between her lips.
She sucks it in, using her tongue to scrape it all. As soon as my fingers are out, she shows me what a good, obedient girl she is by showing it to me, gathered in the back of her throat.
Craving a taste, I lay my lips on hers. I seek the fluids with my tongue, tasting ourselves, sharing the result of our pleasure. We kiss in a manner that is entirely primal, our pleasure slick and salty.
When I move back, I let it gather in my mouth, then I return over her lips and let it all drip back in there. The thick, generous dollop of cum and spit falls right into her awaiting mouth.
The gesture has her whimpering and pulling against her restraints while her body arches for the intense shivers that roam through it.
“Now you can swallow,” I say.
She complies, pupils blown out, and I feel my cock jolt.
More than ever before, I’m aware of how lucky I was to find her. There isn’t a single person out there who could ever be as hot, attractive, and sexy as this woman is to me. She’s not only my soulmate but also my wildest and truest fantasy. And she’s mine.
“How are you feeling, my love?” I ask.
“I’m okay. My shoulders are a bit achy.”
“Do you want me to untie you?”
“No, not yet.”
“What a trooper,” I appreciatively let out, laying a gentle kiss at the base of her throat where her heartbeat pulses.
“Say that again tomorrow, when I’m on bed rest because you basically killed me with your dick.”
I chuckle against her collarbone. “Good thing I planned on providing you 24/7 assistance.”
“You did?”
“Yes, I call it the Platinum Aftercare Bundle, also known as PAB.”
“And what is in that bundle?”
“Everything that’s on the Premium Aftercare Bundle, plus a few extras.”
She giggles, making her chest shudder below my lips. “That’s also PAB. How do you not get them confused?”
“It’s hard, but I make do.”
“So, what’s in the Platinum one?” she wonders again.
“Transportation services, a personal chef, an hour-long massage, beverages, assistance in the shower, sweet words of praise while you fall asleep …”
“That sounds nice … Do I also get cuddles?”
“Cuddles are at the provider’s discretion, ma’am.”
“Will my provider cuddle me?” she asks in a way that is so endearing that I’m forced to look up to meet her eyes.
“All night long, my love.”
I crawl up her body again to kiss her, and ask, “Do you have another round left in you?”
“You could probably work me up to one, yeah.”
“My greedy little dork,” I murmur against her skin, smiling.
“Lex, you’re going to break me …” she moans.
Despite her plea, her ass keeps backing up into my hips with every thrust, begging for my cock. Her hands are still tied up together, but behind her back now. She was getting sore, and I wasn’t ready to relinquish my control yet.
“I know, my love. Once more. Can you do that for me, Andrea? Come once more?” She nods with a throaty moan. “You’re doing so good, darling. You look so fucking gorgeous full of my cock like this.”
I look down at the plug inside her and decide this is my last chance to bring this to its apogee. I have one more surprise for her, one last push. And I doubt there will be another round after this one, so it’s now or never.
“Do you remember your safe word?” I ask, grabbing the plug.
“Yes.”
“Say it for me.” She stubbornly shakes her head. “You’d rather I put you in a coma than abdicate?” This time, she nods, and I laugh.
I pull the plug out and grab the lube to squirt some right there.
“You’re a tyrant,” she whimpers, thinking she knows where this is going.
“I have to make you pay somehow for what you did earlier.”
“What I did?!”
“You had the audacity to fake an orgasm.”
She presses her face into the sheets. “I thought it would work.”
“That’s the worst part, really.”
“It always worked with others.” That earns her a harsh spank, and she jolts with a small cry.
“And this is why I’m making certain you will never, ever, make that mistake again, you insolent woman. I’m not one of your clueless exes.”
I grab the pink sex toy I discarded earlier and, before she can see it coming, bring it to the lubricated hole.
When I push it in, just an inch, she gasps. “Lex! What are—Aah!”
I press another inch in, gritting my teeth as she lets out a throaty plaint. This makes her so fucking tight. Fuck … I won’t take much longer to come—and hard.
I go slowly, making sure the toy is well secured in my hand.
It doesn’t have a protective design, so I can’t risk letting it go all the way.
I test the waters, seeing what she likes best. I thrust the device along with my cock, then switch it up, vary the pace, the intensity …
When I find something that has her mewling my name while her fingers clutch the headboard, I keep that up.
“Aah, fuck! Yes …” she cries out, her body jolting uncontrollably as her orgasm approaches.
“You like that?” I taunt, barely containing myself.
“Yes! Oh God … Please don’t stop!”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. We’ve reached the point of no return, the end of those two hours of intense sex. I give her everything I can, using my free hand to stimulate her engorged clit. The sounds she makes are more animal than human, much like mine.
She’s taking me and the toy so well, so hungry for it, so fucking good at it …
It tempts me to bring this even further, to push her to those limits I still haven’t found.
With a press of my thumb, I turn the toy on.
She cries out, trembling all over, and I realize my mistake.
Fuck, this feels amazing. Between the vibration and her tightness, I can’t hold anything back.
Thankfully, she comes with a savage cry at the same time I do, pulsing around me as her entire frame shakes from it.
Despite the insane climax that nearly blinds me, I keep pumping both my cock and the toy into her, even if it gets a little hectic, and my fingers strum at her clit, inflicting as much pleasure as possible.
I’m so focused, so enraptured, that I don’t hear the word she utters between two hiccups of pleasure. “What?” I groan, my jaw clenched tightly.
“Pigasus!” she cries out.
Fuck.
Although I react immediately, it’s already too late. She goes slack under me before I’ve had time to pull my cock and the toy out.
“Fuck! No, no, no,” I mutter as I work on undoing the knot keeping her hands together. “Not again …”
As fast as I can, I release her and flip her inert body around, holding her in my arms. “Andrea, my love, wake up,” I beg, shaking her slightly.
Like last time, she seems completely gone, eyes half closed, jaw slack, limbs loose … Forcing myself not to panic like then, I check her pulse before arranging her in a position that should be comfortable.
If she is indeed anemic, we’ll have to handle that. I’m not going through this every time I make her come a little too hard.
She’s gone longer this time, which makes sense since she came harder. I hold her the entire time, waiting for a reaction, anything that tells me she’s coming back to her senses. It starts with the fluttering of her eyelashes, then she tries to straighten up.
“Hey, welcome back,” I whisper. “Don’t move. You had another little episode.”
“Really? Sorry,” she mumbles.
“It’s okay, my love. I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
“Baby, you have no idea …”
“Good. I don’t think I’ll ever push you this far ever again.”
“What?! Why?”
“I nearly had a heart attack, woman. I’m not putting myself through this again if I can help it.”
“You selfish prick,” she teases with humor.
She moves again, but this time, it’s to wriggle closer to me. “Will you marry me?” she whispers.
My mouth falls onto her temple, bent into a small smile. I stay there for a couple of seconds before replying, “Yes.”
The shock finishes waking her up, and she twists her neck to stare up at me. “You’re supposed to say no.”
“Ah, right. Then no. I won’t marry you, Andrea Walker. Not yet.”
Satisfied, she snuggles against me again. “Can that PAB start now?”
“Of course. What do you need?”
“Water.”
“Right. I’ll reheat the fish tacos, too. Don’t move, my darling.” I kiss her forehead again, tightening my hold briefly. “I love you.”
“Me too, baby … Me too.”