He. Was. Evil.
He let me go and leaned back, licking his lips and fucking his hand as I used the dildo between my legs to get me so close to the edge. It didn’t take long with his eyes on me while I watched him pleasuring himself. He was so hot it should be a crime.
I gasped, moaning, my body burning and screaming for me to keep going, to keep fucking this rubber cock and finally come. It would be so easy. He wouldn’t stop me. But it wasn’t what I truly wanted. I wanted his cock inside me, pushing me beyond my limits and taking me to a place I never thought possible. I shot up off the dildo at the last second, falling forward between his thighs and whimpering.
He growled and lifted me so I was wrapped around him, then thrust inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, throwing my head back as he devoured my neck with bites and kisses, refusing to move his hips yet.
“You did it. You were fucking amazing,” he husked as the emotions overwhelmed me. “You’ve been my perfect girl. What do you want? My tongue or my dick?”
What an impossible choice. But the thought of him pulling out of me was devastating.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He kissed me hard, then whispered, “Whenever you want. Come. I give you permission.”
A relieved sob escaped my lips as he started thrusting into me. We clung to each other, both moaning. His dick and the anal plug made me feel so full that it was only a matter of seconds before I felt the build rising rapidly. There was a moment of panic, or learned behaviour, keeping me from letting myself go.
“Please, Sani! I’m going to come!”
“Come, beautiful,” he groaned as he twisted the anal plug and then eased it out of me.
That was all it took. My soul was dragged into the scorching flames of pleasure as everything around me exploded with sensation. My muscles burned, my skintingled, and my body shook so violently as the orgasm ripped through me. And then I was floating. So high that I felt detached from my mind and body. It was just euphoria. Nirvana.
I let go of everything and surrendered.
Playing Both Sides
The repetitive, soothing sound of a beating heart against my ear was the first thing I became aware of as I blinked myself back into the room. I was lying on Sani’s chest, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers stroking gently up and down my spine, and his dick soft but still buried deep inside my pussy.
“What happened?” I thought I asked, but it came out sounding more like a slur of nonsense.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked from above me, sweeping my hair across his chest and kissing my head.
I swallowed before trying to speak again and gave myself time to consider the question. How was I feeling? Spacy. Sated. Emotional. Amazing.
“Good,” was the word I settled on. I nuzzled into his warmth and sighed. “Did I pass out? I feel like I did.”
“Not quite. You fell into a subspace. It’s an emotional and psychological state of bliss from intense sexual play. You disconnected from reality and entered your own euphoric state.”
“Really? Is that normal?” I asked, lifting my head to rest my chin on his chest and look at him. He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Si. It can happen during BDSM, when your adrenaline and endorphin release are so strong. You were so fucking perfect, Aria. I knew you would be.”
My chest filled with pride.
“Did you enjoy everything I did to you?” he asked, searching my face.
I nodded, biting my lip. “I loved it all. A little too much. I hated not being able to come, but at the same time I weirdly liked not having control of my body.”
He grinned, looking so sexy and delicious that I couldn’t help but kiss him. When we broke apart, I tried to move off him, not knowing how long I’d been on him like this and that I must have been squashing him. He tightened his arms around me and pulled me closer.
“Physical contact is an important part of aftercare when someone’s entered subspace,” he explained, and I giggled.
“That sounds like an excuse not to let me leave this bed.”
“It’s not.” He shook his head, smiling. “This is your time,Bella. You get me all to yourself, and I’ll do anything you need. Cuddle you, smother you with kisses and praise, wash your hair, and lie in the bath with you until it goes cold. Anything. Just tell me what you need.”
“Really?” I smirked. “You’d wash my hair?”
