Page 28 of We Own Each Other

The first clacked loudly against the second, making Corin chuckle.

“Hold it inside. You have three more to go after this one.”

I groaned, the instinct to push almost too much to bear.

But a stronger urge was growing.

I could feel that need bubbling up inside me — the need to dominate him. I stared up at him hovering over me, unable to move because of his command, but still shooting a Dom glare. When I met his gaze, that cocky look of his faltered. His hand, holding the second ball to my entrance, was shaking.

I couldn’t help but grin as I commanded:

“Continue.”

His body shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. Meanwhile, his hand pushed, shoving that second ball inside against the first. My body jolted upward, trying to get away as the pressure increased, but I clenched my thighs and gripped the blanket with my free hand. I was desperate to follow my Dom’s command, crying out as the ball stretched me to my max again until it settled alongside the first.

My body was still shaking, a thin layer of sweat covering my flesh and soaking into the bed.

As I got used to the added weight and pressure, I started to relax, panting, until I heard that now-familiar clacking sound.

I couldn’t control myself. I cried out, drool dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. The stretching wasn’t getting any easier, and there was a burning pain that was flaring out from the muscles of my anus up into my cock. To my surprise, hot streams of cum came flying out, hitting my abdomen in a tauntingly comfortable warmth.

The ball squelched right in soon after, and Corin was left staring, mouth agape.

I, on the other hand, was left panting and shaking.

I had three of those balls inside me, and their weight was actually comfortable, and even the slightest quiver in my body sent them pressing against places that had never been stimulated in such a way before. Cocks were hard, but they weren’t as hard as metal, and that intense pressure against my most sensitive places resulted in one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

My brain was full of fuzz, and my muscles, though still unwilling to move because of the command, were warm and pliable.

Had I ever been so comfortable in my life?

I couldn’t recall it if I had been.

Corin lifted my hand, the one he had been holding the entire time, and pressed it to his lips. He gave it a noisy kiss, then murmured:

“I guess you like the metal balls.”

My mouth was twitching, trying to smile, but I just didn’t have the energy to hold it.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

He nodded, placing my hand tenderly back onto the bed. I anticipated the next step would be to get him off, but then his finger hooked into the loop dangling from the last ball that had yet to be pushed inside me. He pulled it taut, but stopped just short of actually pulling them out. In a gentle, restrained tone, he said:

“Alright, relax, and I’ll get these out. Then you can shower and, if you want, you can stay—”

I wanted to reach down and stop him physically, but his command was still in play. I could’ve said my safe word and freed myself, or just pushed through, but I didn’t want to disrupt the play — even if he thought it was over.

So, instead, I said a command:

“Stop.”

And he did.

I hadn’t told him to freeze, but he might as well have, still holding that loop up and taut. He blinked, brows furrowing in apparent confusion.

“Stop. We’re not done yet. I want to make you cum, too.”

His eyes widened, cheeks blooming a bright red. He shook his head, like he was about to say that wasn’t necessary, but I didn’t give him the chance.