CHAPTER 45
If he didn’t move soon, she was going to scream. If he didn’t make her come, she was going to go mad with want.
His cock impaling her was like a brand, a delicious intrusion she wanted to stroke herself on until she shattered into a million sparkles of pleasure. But he wouldn’t let her move. She sensed his need to control her, even punish her. Was he angry? Afraid of his feelings? Unsure of hers?
Yes, her fearless commander was afraid. And the knowledge drained her desire to fight him or challenge him for control. Her body softened in submission, and his eyes darkened with triumph.
“On your knees,” he growled.
“What?” she blinked in confusion.
He yanked his cock from her pussy, and she cried in protest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you again. As soon as you get in position,” he promised, palming his cock with one hand while making a circular motion with the other, indicating she should roll over. “Get on your hands and knees, Kalli.”
She was turning over before he even finished the sentence, presenting her arse for his pleasure. He rubbed the head of his cock through her wet folds but didn’t penetrate her.
Caressing her arse with a possessive touch, he leaned over, letting the head of his member slide into her. She moaned, sure he was going to impale her now, but he had only leaned over to grab some pillows, and his cock slipped out when he straightened. She huffed in frustration.
The next moment, he stuffed two pillows under her hips. “To make you comfortable,” he explained. “You’ll be in that position for a while.”
She didn’t mind. In fact, it was nice.
She yelped as his finger interrupted her sensual musings. It slid through her crack, caressing another entrance to her body. One until now unexplored.
“What have we here?” he asked, and she thought he meant her arsehole, but he leaned forward again, and she noticed what he had spotted. His hand closed over a smooth metal cylinder half hidden by the covers. Her dildo. She had used it last night before falling asleep and had forgotten about it this morning when she made her bed.
“Have you been using this?” he demanded.
She looked at him over her shoulder and raised a brow, refusing to feel embarrassed about her needs.
“I see. You are a naughty wench, aren’t you? What if I use this on you?”
It was tempting. Her dildo vibrated and was very effective at... But no. “I would rather have the real thing, if you don’t mind.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll definitely have the real thing.” As if to give her a taste, he slipped the head of his cock in again. Her greedy pussy clenched around him. “I meant in addition to the real thing.”
It took a second for her muddled brain to catch his meaning. “Oh, you mean...”
“Yes, here.” He tapped the smooth end of the dildo against her rear entrance, and she tensed at the unfamiliar sensation.
“You’ve never used it like this?”
“N-no,” she replied, torn between anticipation and trepidation.
“Would you like to? I’ll make it really good for you.” His voice was sultry with promise. Temptation washed over her, but she was nervous. And in her current state of arousal, she feared she was not thinking clearly.
