I do, and it’s cold, but I hardly notice because he picks my leg up over his shoulder to open me for him. I’m so exposed and off-balance and holy shit, his mouth.
After I had Opal, there were a few other men, and none of them ever saw me in the light. I couldn’t do it—my body had changed in ways I didn’t expect and didn’t want.
But even when my clothes are on, Dario looks at me like I’m the answer to his prayers. And now, he’s worshiping at my altar. His tongue is light on my clit at first, and again, I can’t breathe. Then his fingers join the party.
Not deep. But many. Stretching me open while his tongue works me over. I can hear my own wetness as he slowly pushes those fingers into me. Two? Three? Can’t tell. All I know is that delicious pressure and his magic tongue.
“That’s so much.” The words chop out of me.
“Mm-hmm.” He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop.
Strange how his three fingers together aren’t wider than his dick, but the stretch is somehow different in intensity.
And then a fourth tries to join the party.
“Um, I don’t… I don’t know about—oh, fuck!”
It slides in after he applies more pressure there for a moment. Like my pussy was waiting for that last digit all along.
So full. Fuck, I’m so fucking full right now. My body is electric, waiting for the last charge before I can explode. I rock on his hand, his mouth. A fistful of his short hair is not enough, so I cup the back of his head with my hand to push him against me. I need—fuck, I need.
“Want… bed.”
He merely shakes his head and keeps at me.
“Gonna fall.”
No stopping.
Safeword… do I have a safeword? Shouldn’t I?
My core tightens around those fingers, and it’s too late to safeword or breathe or do anything but come on his face. Pleasure and heat ride me. A scream wrenches out of my mouth, forcing my body forward, and he grabs my ass with one hand to hold me in place.
But he doesn’t stop. This man never stops.
I think he’s been fucking my mind every moment of every day since I met him.
When I finally come down enough to breathe, he slowly removes his fingers and stands, kissing me all the way up until he reaches my mouth.
Then he shoves me onto the bed, splits my legs open, and fills me with his cock, and somehow, he’s bigger than all those fingers were a moment ago. He takes my wrists in his wet hand, and with the other reaches past me, and then I feel it.
The rope around my wrists.
He pumps into me twice, then pulls out and scoots down the bed. I glance down to see him bind my ankles wide apart.
I’m still breathless from my orgasm, but manage to ask, “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.” He bends down past where I can see over the edge of the bed, and I hear something being shoved across the floor a short distance. Something from beneath the bed.
When he stands, there’s a dildo in his hand. “Be a good girl and hold still.”
“That’s huge!”
“That’s the point.” He notches the cold silicone inside of me, just a little, and watches my reaction. The sadistic smile on his lips is the only warning I get before he forces it halfway into me.
When I cry out, his smile grows.
He fucks me with the toy, and it’s all I can do not to come. I’m twisting on the damn thing, and I can’t help it. I’m right there, too primed to hold still.
