Page 68 of Graciously His

At his guidance, I lift my hips so he can slide a pillow under me.

“Go slow, okay? It feels really… weird back there now.”

“We’ll fix that.” A plastic creak, and I feel him add lube. “Remember what to do, love?”

I nod, bearing down gently as slips his fingers inside.

“Don’t tense up now,” Nate cautions even as he pushes further into me. Feeling how the muscles in my stomach move in counterpoint, I put my hand there, soothing myself. “That’s right. You’re my perfect girl and you know exactly how to take this.” Deftly, he replaces his fingers with a toy, something smooth and cool. “So fucking perfect.”

Without thinking, I reach down, needing to touch my clit.

“Ah, ah,” Nate catches my hand, “too much too fast, and we’ll overstimulate you before we've had our fun.” He sends me a wink. “I promised you my cock, after all.”

The intensity recedes, and I start worrying about what it looks like down there.

“This feels messy, Nate.”

“Not messy at all, love.” His voice turns joking. “White-glove clean, I promise.”

He shows me what he’s about to insert, a plug that’s bigger than his two fingers.

“Still with me, Grace?”

I nod, a little worried, but it goes in easily enough. His widening smile is the one that makes him look like a wolf about to devour its prey. I raise my legs up higher, trying to keep the relaxation we’ve worked so hard on. I feel full and strange, my entire back passage over-sensitised.

“Please, Nate—” My voice is higher than usual as I try to keep control of myself.

“Mouth open, love. As above, so below.”

I obey, opening my mouth wide. My whole body feels like a ring, tied-off and twisting tighter.

Nate’s hypnotic voice keeps me from panicking. “What do you need, pretty girl?”

“I feel so full and—” My voice cracks.

Without another word, Nate lays the heel of his free hand on my clit with steady, even pressure. I break, tension striking like lightning through the centre of my being. It’s nothing like a normal orgasm, and I can’t tell if I’m crying or moaning or some strange combination of both. I can’t control the urge to scramble away, to close back up, curl in on myself until the sensations die down. Nate uses pressure to keep me in place, the plug grounding rather than scaring me now.

“Breathe, Grace,” he reminds me.

“C-can’t,” I stutter, trying and failing to calm down.

But I know I can. He’s taught me how, and the only thing I want is to answer the most intense demand Nate has placed on me so far. Because I know what comes next. And, fucked up as it is, I want it. So I breathe through the intensity, forcing each breath down, deep into my body. Soon enough, the feeling bottoms out, the tension loosening with it. I’m panting a little, but it’s with relief.

Nate strokes me from shoulder to hip, murmuring quiet assurances for a few minutes while I let myself relax into his touch.

“What next?” I ask tentatively.

I already know. Both of us do.

Nate’s pupils are dilated wide enough that I can’t see the grey, and part of me knows I should be afraid to give myself over so completely to this man.

“Next, you wrap your arms around your thighs, love.”

I feel the stretch in my lower back when I comply, locking my arms around my own legs, folding myself almost in half. He shifts the bedding to support my position. I moan in anticipation, realising how vulnerable I am, stretched wide and ready, my ankles almost at my ears.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, looming over me.

I give an abbreviated cry when he takes the plug out, leaving me empty, almost desperate. More lube, and I shudder as he works it in with his fingers. Then he stares into my eyes, pressing his cock into place. I tense, unable to stop myself, trying to breathe through the fear, the tension, the stretch. His cock is more blunt than the plug, but there’s also more give.