Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Skye
"Oh god," I moan as he starts pressing the glass plug into my ass.
The sensation isn't what I expected at all.
I'd braced for pain, for intrusion, but instead, there's this delicious pressure building where his finger has been before.
Each time he's touched me there, I've surprised myself with how much I liked it.
Now, with the cool glass stretching me open, that enjoyment deepens into something more urgent.
"I'm going to push it the rest of the way," he warns, his voice tight with restraint.
"Okay," I breathe, hardly recognizing my own voice—raw and desperate.
He pushes firmly and the widest part of the plug slips past the tight ring of muscle before my body accepts it completely. The pleasure hits me in waves, radiating outward.
"Fuck," I moan, dropping my head between my shoulders as my body adjusts to the new sensation.
"You like it, baby?" His voice rumbles behind me, pride and desire mixed in equal measure.
I can only nod, words escaping me. "Uh-huh."
"Good."
The firm slap of his cock against my ass makes me jolt forward. He's so hard—granite and velvet—and knowing he's this aroused from watching me take the plug makes me dizzy with want. My body feels electric, hypersensitive, craving more.
"You're about to take both my cock and the plug," he explains, his palm smoothing over my lower back. "You think you can take it?"
The question seems absurd. Right now, I feel like I could take anything he wants to give me.
"Yes, sir," I respond, the words falling from my lips naturally.
His answering groan vibrates through me. "So fucking perfect."
The broad head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I instinctively push back, desperate to feel him inside me. My body's need overrides my patience.
"Fuck, you're so greedy," he growls, his large hands gripping my hips and forcing me still against the mattress. "You take what I give you. Do you understand?"
Heat floods my face—shame and arousal tangling together. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
"Fuck," he groans again, then he's slamming into me in one powerful thrust.
I let out something between a moan and a cry as pleasure and pain shoot through my body.
The dual sensations—his cock filling my pussy while the plug remains lodged in my ass—creates a fullness so intense I can barely process it.
Every nerve ending fires at once, overwhelmed in the most delicious way.
"You're such a good fucking girl," he says, leaning over me to growl the words directly into my ear.
I whimper helplessly. Something about his praise undoes me more thoroughly than any physical touch. The way he talks to me, like I'm precious and filthy all at once. Like I belong to him. It feeds something primal in me I never knew existed until him.
"You like being good for me, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," I rush out, desperate for him to know how much I crave his approval.
"I know, because your pussy clenches me so fucking tight when I say it," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction.
He pulls away from my ear and withdraws almost completely before sinking back into me, pulling another moan from deep in my chest. He establishes a slow rhythm, each thrust deliberate, gradually building speed and intensity.
I can't contain the sounds spilling from my lips—each hard thrust forces them out of me like I have no control.
When his pace shifts into something harder and faster, he reaches around my body and finds my clit with practiced precision.
"Fuck!" I cry out at the first contact. I'm already so close from the dual penetration that his fingers against my sensitive nerves nearly push me over immediately.
"You ready to come on my cock, baby?" he asks, the strain in his voice revealing his own control is slipping.
"I'm so close," I manage, the pressure building almost unbearably.
"I know, baby," he says, thrusting harder and faster.
Each time our bodies connect, the plug shifts inside me, intensifying every sensation. His fingers work my clit faster, with perfect pressure.
"Yes," I moan, lost in sensation. "Right there."
"Drench my cock," he growls, the command in his voice impossible to resist.
I fucking explode.
The orgasm rips through me like electricity, shorting out my brain and igniting every cell in my body. I scream through it, unable to process the intensity as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
"Fuck, baby," he praises through gritted teeth. "So fucking perfect. You soaked my cock."
He removes his hand from my overly sensitive clit and wraps my braid around his fist instead, pulling my head back for leverage.
The slight pain cuts through the pleasure-haze, grounding me as he pounds into me with renewed intensity.
Each thrust is hard and fast, relentless in pursuit of his own release.
Finally, he comes with a deep, guttural groan that I feel in my soul, his body shuddering against mine as he empties himself inside me.
My body feels boneless as he slips out of me, aftershocks still rippling through my muscles. Before I can process what's happening, he lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. My head rests against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady against my ear as he carries me to the bathroom.
He puts me on my feet, and my legs tremble beneath me.
His hands steady me as he bends me over the counter.
The marble feels cool against my heated skin.
I watch his reflection in the mirror—the care in his movements as he turns on the water, testing it with his fingers until it's the perfect temperature.
He wets a washcloth, the tenderness in his actions making my chest tight. No one's ever taken care of me like this before. I'm always the one doing the caretaking.
When he gently removes the plug from my ass, I gasp softly, feeling suddenly empty.
He places it in the sink before returning his attention to me.
The warm cloth glides between my legs, cleaning his release from my sensitive skin.
Every touch is deliberate, thorough but gentle.
He runs the cloth over my ass next, and I bite my lip at the sensation.
"Go get in my bed and get comfortable," he instructs, his voice low and soft in a way that makes my stomach flutter.
I walk on unsteady legs to his bedroom and climb onto the mattress. The sheets feel impossibly soft against my bare skin. I settle in the middle, unsure which side belongs to him. The bed smells like him and I breathe it in, my eyelids growing heavy.
I'm drifting between sleep and wakefulness when the mattress dips beneath his weight.
He slides under the sheets, his body radiating heat as he pulls me closer.
I wrap my leg around him instinctively and look up to find his eyes on me, dark and intense.
Something unspoken passes between us before he dips his head and captures my lips with his.
The kiss starts slow but quickly ignites into something hungry. His tongue slides against mine, and I feel him hardening against my thigh. My body responds immediately, desire pooling between my legs despite how thoroughly he just took me.
Before I can overthink it, I move on pure instinct, crawling on top of him and straddling his hips.
I grind my pussy against his growing erection, the friction sending sparks through my core.
I've never done this position before—never been on top—and nervousness flutters in my chest alongside the arousal.
His hands grip my waist, his eyes locked on mine. The heat in his gaze gives me courage.
I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick length. He feels impossibly hard. Positioning him at my entrance, I take a deep breath and begin to sink down, taking him inch by inch.
"Fuck," I whisper as he stretches me open in this new angle. It's deeper somehow, hitting places inside me that make my thighs tremble.
His fingers dig into my hips as I take him completely, my body adjusting to the fullness. For a moment, I stay perfectly still, overwhelmed by the sensation and the power of being in control.
I wake with a start, my body already trembling on the edge of release. It takes me a second to register the source of the pleasure—the warm, wet slide of Dominic's tongue between my legs. I moan and throw the sheet off, desperate to see him.
The sight nearly stops my heart. He's between my thighs, dark eyes locked on mine as his mouth works against my pussy.
Something primal flares inside me seeing him fully dressed in expensive clothes, his face buried between my legs like he can't get enough.
I reach down and grab a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as I chase the explosion building inside me.
"Dominic," I cry out as I fall over the edge, my body arching off the bed. Waves of pleasure crash through me, each one more intense than the last as he keeps his mouth on me, working me through it.
When I finally float back to earth, I realize he's not only dressed but dressed nicely—crisp button-down, tailored slacks, looking every bit the successful architect while I'm a disheveled mess in his bed.
"Are you going to work?" I ask, still breathless.
"Yeah, I have some work I need to do in the office today," he says, standing up and straightening his clothes.
"Oh, okay." I push myself up on my elbows, suddenly uncertain. "Do you want me to..." I trail off, not even sure what I'm offering.
"No, I just needed my breakfast." His lips curve into that wicked half-smile that makes my insides melt. "But I have something you can do for me."
"What's that?" I ask, curiosity mixing with anticipation.
"Turn over," he commands.
I roll onto my stomach and watch as he walks to the dresser where the toys are still lined up. He selects the blue plug—noticeably larger than the one from last night—and the bottle of lube before returning to the bed.
"I want you to keep this inside of you today until I tell you that you can remove it," he says, his voice low and authoritative.
Before I can respond, he's spreading my ass cheeks open and squirting lube down my crack. I gasp at the cold sensation as it drips all the way down to the bed.
"You ready?" he asks.
"Yes," I breathe.
He pushes it in slowly at first, then steadily until it's fully seated inside me. It's definitely bigger than the one from last night, stretching me more, but it doesn't hurt—just a delicious fullness that makes me hyper-aware of every movement.
"How is that?" he asks.
"Good," I manage to say, my voice small.
"Don't take it out until I tell you, okay?" His tone makes it clear this isn't a suggestion.
"I won't," I promise.
He bends down and presses a kiss to my shoulder, the tenderness of the gesture contrasting with the commanding role he's just taken.
"I'll see you when I get home," he says. "I left your patio door unlocked so you can sneak into your room."
"Thanks," I say and roll over carefully, not sure how to move naturally with the plug inside me.
He leans down and kisses my lips, soft and sweet. "I can't wait to get back home," he whispers against my mouth.
"Okay, I'm going to be late," he says suddenly, walking toward the door. He gives me one last heated look before leaving.
I look around the room and spot my sleep clothes folded neatly on the nightstand. I sit up with a groan, the plug shifting inside me with the movement. Standing carefully, I grab my clothes and put them on, wincing slightly as the plug makes itself known with every motion.
It must be early still, giving me a chance to sneak back before Harper wakes up. I creep out of his room and hold my breath as I take the stairs. This is too stressful—if Harper catches me coming from her dad's room, I don't even know what I'd say.
I make it to the first floor without incident and hurry to the back door, then around to my patio. I slip inside my room and lean back against the door to catch my breath, relief washing over me.
But now that the first problem is solved, I realize I have a more immediate concern: how exactly am I going to pee and shower with this plug? Every tiny movement reminds me it's there, a constant pressure that keeps me on edge.
I bite my lip, picturing Dominic's face as he gave me his instructions.
The thought of walking around all day with his plug inside me, our secret hidden beneath my clothes while I go about my normal routine...
it shouldn't make me feel this twisted mix of embarrassment and arousal, but it absolutely does.