Page 64 of Sinful Lord

“What?” I gulp.

“Get on all fours.”

The order is so unexpected I can’t help but gulp.

“But I thought you said…”

“I’m not going to fuck you, princess,” Tytus assures me, his voice strangely warm and welcoming. “But I am going to prepare you, just like I promised. Now,” he kneels on the side of the bed and reaches over me. The mattress sinks as his bulge brushes over my stomach. “Where’s the lube I sent you?”

Before I can gather myself enough to point to the bedside drawer, Tytus opens it up, almost as if he already knows it’s there.

My hazy mind isn’t sharp enough to think about that any further, especially not as he straddles my ankles and pours a glob of lubricant over the already glistening dildo.

“Get on all fours, angel,” he reminds me. “Don’t be scared.”

“Scared of what?” I ask, slowly obeying his command.

It’s like my body and mind have separated. I’m under his control—for better and for worse.

“Nothing,” Tytus mumbles. “I won’t do anything you won’t like. Promise.”

When I’m in position, he applies pressure to the small of my back, arching my spine downward.

“It will hurt less this way,” he says.

I swallow. “Hurt?”

That draws a deep belly laugh from him. “It will feel better. I swear it.”

“I don’t want anything to hurt.”

“It won’t. And if it starts to, you just say so and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“… Okay.”

No matter how loudly my mind screams for control, it loses to the warm satisfaction retreating from my inner shores. I need to be filled up again. I need to be emptied.

I need him to teach me how to cum in a thousand different ways.

Please.

Somehow, I manage to relax.

Strangely, my body trusts Tytus, even if my mind is rightfully skeptical.

Maybe it’s because this doesn’t feel like only the second time we’ve truly met. Maybe that’s why he sent all these gifts and all those emails, to warm me up. To prepare me.

For what?

I’m about to find out.

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Tytus

“Pleasure yourself.”

Fuck. The idea alone is so intoxicating that I have to take a deep breath after the words tumble from my mouth.