Page 44 of Shatter

I’m about to get up and stomp after him, steam pouring from my ears, when he returns.

I open my mouth to demand answers, but he beats me to it, running a hand up the back of one of my thighs and over my ass, his fingers just brushing past where the vibrator disappears inside of me.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers as his hand continues to run up my back. I close my eyes, reveling in his praise. He’s not praising my hair, my face, or my fake boobs. He’s praising the debauchery of this position, and the image of a toy stretching my pussy lips. His praise hits differently, knowing he’s looking at me – the real me. And he still likes what he sees.

His large hand presses gently between my shoulder blades as he guides my face to the mattress. I love how he can be equally gentle and soft, and rough and depraved.

I squeak and jolt halfway up the mattress when something cold touches my asshole.

Harrison chuckles darkly.

“I’ve been dying to play with these,” he says, bringing the ice back to my rear hole.

“Is that an ice butt plug?”

“Mhm,” he muses decadently.

“Jesus,” I sigh.

“Just relax for me. It’s going to melt fast once it’s inside you.”

I breathe out, attempting to actually do as he asks, knowing my “punishment” is always for my pleasure.

He gently twists it, pressing it into me before pulling it back out. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The ice is freezing, and where it melts, cold water drips down my inner thighs, but the pressure on my asshole, G-spot and clit have the rest of my body breaking out in a sweat.

After a few minutes, he works it all of the way inside and I whimper. If he doesn’t move something I’m going to scream.

My brain is foggy, with all of my mental focus on my lower region. So it takes me a minute to understand when Harrison gently lifts my shoulders.

I lift back onto all fours and let Harrison guide me perpendicular to the mattress.

He’s standing there, in all his naked glory, stroking his thick cock. I have no idea when he lost his clothes, because my entire existence has been reduced to where I'm getting pressure, but no movement. I barely have time to admire his body, towering over me like a conquering hero, before he takes his cock and taps my lips with the head, leaving a bed of precum there. Instinctively I lick my lips, getting my first taste of him tonight.

“Open.”

I've barely started to open before he’s shoving past my lips and into the back of my throat, making me gag. Another layer of relief washes over me with how roughly he treats me. He’s not worried about hurting me. Pain is a part of life. One he’s not afraid of. One - I dare to say - he’s very comfortable with.

Both of his hands grip fistfuls of my hair on either side of my head as he pulls out to the head before slamming back in to the hilt, grunting.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this.

Gagging brings tears to my eyes, but the way he’s staring down at me makes me want to carve my heart out of my chest and leave it at his feet. Suddenly, the vibrator starts moving, pulling a desperate whine from my lungs. The section on my clit, the vibration against my G-spot, the delicious stretch in my ass, and my mouth full of him. I explode immediately.

“Going to fill you so full of me...” he grunts between thrusts.

I whimper, tears streaking down my face. It’s overwhelming. He’s overwhelming. The touches, the ice, the vibrator, the gagging. Saliva spills from the corner of my lips and down my chin. I’m sure, in this moment, I’ve never looked so wrecked, but the man standing in front of me is staring down at me like I’m his entire world.

And I realize I never want to give this up.

Parents be damned, career be damned, public opinion be damned. This man right here? He’s everything I never knew I needed and I’m not willing to give him up for anything.

He gives me everything I never knew I needed. He sees me for exactly who I am, even if I don’t know who that is yet.

Here, together, in this bedroom, tears, spit, water and cum, we’re stripped down to our baser beings. Humans are just complicated animals after all. And animals, eat, fight and fuck. Harrison creates a safe space for me to do all three.

I focus on breathing through my nose so I don’t pass out, as I look up at a watery image of Harrison, his face etched in pleasure as he continues to piston his hips into my mouth, coming on a long, low moan.

He releases my hair and tenderly wipes the tears from my cheeks as he pulls his softening dick out of my mouth. I take a deep breath, need still simmering under my skin.