24 - My Best Friends Ex #4
I did ask him how he ever kept it secret from so many people.
He grinned and chuckled, and said that unless people know what to look for, they were often unaware and didn’t even know there was something to be suspicious about.
He told me that, sometimes, it’s like a secret game—how much can they hide from the world, and how much can they live a sub/Dom life without anyone becoming any the wiser.
It all sounded thrilling to me, I wanted more.
I couldn’t understand how Becky could have been in this world and then left it.
The more Connor spoke, the more I understood that I had been waiting for this all my life, that I had been yearning for someone to come along and pluck me from my own doubt and fear, to show me the true way, the way to my heart and soul, and leave me with nothing left behind.
I was ready to give myself completely to Connor.
We returned to his house. As soon as we were indoors, we started kissing again.
I fell into his arms as though I belonged there and completely surrendered to him.
I kissed him madly, my lips crashing against his, my tongue eager to taste him.
He growled at me, telling me to get on my knees, to take my rightful place before him.
I did as he asked without hesitation, and then I crawled to his bedroom.
“You were fortunate that I stripped for you. Now you strip for me,” he said, leaning against the wall and watching intently as I peeled away my summer dress.
I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, so when it slipped away, it revealed everything.
My breasts poured out, my nipples hard and pink, and I was so aroused that I could already feel the dewy moisture between my thighs.
He came up to me and rested his hands upon my skin. His touch was like fire. I could feel myself melting before him.
I groaned as he curled a hand around my neck and kissed me again.
Then he used his strength to throw me to the bed.
He unclasped his belt and pulled it out from around him before he pulled my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together.
The leather bit into my skin, causing pain to shoot through me, but there was a kind of freedom in this pain.
He then pushed me back on the bed, naked and exposed, completely at his mercy. I writhed as tingles began to spread in anticipation of what was about to happen.
I watched him go to a closet. He pulled out a chest. I craned up to see what he was doing, but he proceeded to dump out a load of sex toys over the bed. The were so many of them that I didn’t know what to think. I gulped in awe.
I saw him deciding which one to use on me first. He picked up a small egg-shaped vibrator.
“You’re not going to believe what you have been missing out on,” he said as he parted my legs and pressed the vibrator against me.
It hummed like a bee, and the sensations it caused spiraled through me like a twisting maelstrom. My eyes went wide, and I shuddered so violently that my arms wanted to break free from the restraints of his belt. My mouth opened, and long, drawling moans poured through them.
I looked down, amazed that this tiny thing was causing me so much pleasure.
Then he pressed a button, and the vibrations changed. It became faster, buzzing manically, sending me into a crazed state. I suppose it was only natural that this should happen. Technology had brought us together, and now it was causing all these wild sensations within me.
I was at his mercy. I felt the waves flooding through me. My body had been craving this for so long that it wasn’t willing to wait. The sweet, sensual pleasure flooded my body and poured out of me, drenching my thighs.
Connor grinned and bent down, kissing me and licking up the trail of pleasure that dripped over me. All the while, he still held the vibrator against me. He changed the tempo a few times, and after I had experienced a torrent of orgasms, he tossed it away and picked something else.
I was given a moment of reprieve to catch my breath, and as I saw what he had chosen, I knew I was going to need it. He had picked up a monstrous dildo, shaped like a dragon. It was thick and vicious.
I shook my head. “There’s no way …”
“I believe in you,” he said, holding it with two hands like a battering ram, bringing it to my pussy.
I braced myself as he pressed it against me. He took one hand away, grabbing a fistful of my hair and making me watch as he penetrated me with this huge sex toy. I was so scared and yet so turned on at the same time.
Yes, yes, he could do whatever the fuck he liked with me, because he knew better than me what I could handle. I watched it as inch by inch disappeared into me, stretching me out, making me a dirty little submissive slut. I gasped as I took it, barely able to believe that I had.
And then he pressed a button, and it started to rotate.
I felt it inside me, twisting and turning, churning my insides and making a mess of me.
I groaned and shrieked in manic pleasure as I looked over the other toys yet to come, knowing that, by the time Connor was finished with me, I was going to be a wrecked, delirious mess.
But I had a lifetime to catch up on, and I wanted to be the best submissive I could for him.
I knew that he was testing me, and that I had to take all these toys so that I could earn the prize I wanted above all else—his cock.